Go Back and I Rule There novel Chapter 22

Mrs. Gonzalez Sr. scoffed. “Don’t make a big deal out of nothing. She’s from the countryside herself, so of course she’s familiar with symptoms from insect bites. She’s just trying to fool you all. Let’s see her try to use a real scalpel!”

Rosalind didn’t reach for a scalpel. Instead, she took out a set of silver needles from her kit.

Those who had been hopeful about Rosalind’s medical skills felt their hands drop, their faces etched with disappointment.

“Acupuncture? For an illness this severe, she’s going to use needles?”

“She’s not taking this seriously at all!”

“Maybe she doesn’t even know how to hold a scalpel. Why did Dr. Lopez trust a young girl? This is going to be a disaster.”

Mrs. Gonzalez Sr. gloated, “What did I tell you? It’s all an act. She has no real skills. That license is probably fake.”

“Dr. Gonzalez has a point. How could there be such a young attending physician?”

“What if she’s really a fraud?”

As the whispers grew,

Rosalind had already raised her hand and deftly inserted the first needle!

It went into his scalp, an inch deep, angled slightly.

With each needle she placed, Rosalind announced the name of an acupoint.

Her voice was steady, her technique masterful. She located the points with her left hand and inserted the needles with her right, sometimes twisting the handle, other times gently moving the needle up and down.

The people in the observation room were mesmerized.

Sol, after all, had a shallow history, and truly accomplished physicians were few and far between. Now, watching Rosalind’s elegant and rhythmic movements, they were at a loss for words.

It was like watching a textbook demonstration of acupuncture!

Even Mrs. Gonzalez Sr.’s expression changed, and she muttered, “She… she actually knows acupuncture… How is that possible…”

And that technique was something she had never seen before.

Rosalind lifted a needle, inserted it three times, withdrew it three times, a quick lift and a slow press. Her eyes were unnervingly calm, as if this was nothing more than her daily routine.

But Rosalind, the miracle worker, remained composed. She didn’t stop there. She used a needle to lance the tick bite, carefully squeezing out the toxins from within.

She could faintly hear the old man murmuring in his sleep, “Rose… is that you, Rose?”

Finding strength from somewhere, the old man deliriously grabbed Rosalind’s wrist!

Mrs. Gonzalez Sr. pursed her lips. So what if she managed to save him?

What good was some old man from the sticks? He was probably just a burden.

With that thought, her mood improved.

Meanwhile!

In the VIP elevator, the President and Vice President of Prax Medical University Hospital had both arrived. They stood trembling, looking with reverence at the man in the center.

The man wore a perfectly tailored suit. His face was so pale it made him look both distinguished and fragile, but no one would dare treat him like a patient.

Because the danger radiating from his eyes was too intense to ignore…