But neither Yuni Davidson nor Kenzie Nabours spoke, and Nathalie Quinlan was soone Jaycent Kingsley had brought in. Although he found it hard to believe that this girl who looked barely twenty had the ability to cure Marcella Davidson’s illness, he could only stand anxiously in place and wait for the results...
A minute passed.
Nathalie Quinlan lowered her gaze, calm and composed, without any intention of speaking, seemingly still focused on checking the pulse.
Instead, Kenzie Nabours felt his heart racing, growing increasingly tense, and couldn’t help but ask, "Ms. Quinlan, how is my wife’s condition? Is there still a way?"
Jaycent Kingsley also looked nervously in the girl’s direction.
Nathalie Quinlan switched hands, placing two fingers back on Marcella Davidson’s wrist for another check, then withdrew her hand, her dark eyes slightly narrowed, "You’ve delayed too long; it’s a bit late."
As soon as the words were spoken.
Kenzie Nabours’ resolute face revealed a touch of bitter expression, though not unexpectedly.
The butler, however, seed sowhat angry, repeatedly looking in Nathalie Quinlan’s direction, several tis seemingly about to speak out but holding back.
How could Mr. Kingsley find such a person to treat Mrs. Davidson?
This so-called Eastern miracle worker had no real skills, and speaking so bluntly in front of Mrs. Davidson.
"SN..." Jaycent Kingsley never thought Nathalie Quinlan would certainly cure Marcella Davidson; he was trying with a one-in-a-thousand hope. What he heard made him feel uncomfortable and couldn’t help but ask her if there was a way to think of sothing.
The girl wearing a duckbill cap stood up, hands tucked in the sweater pockets, without looking at the expressions of the people in the room, spoke calmly, "She has a nodule on her neck. This nodule is pressing against her artery, causing the patient to have difficulty breathing and unbearable pain. You did discover it a bit late; the nodule has worsened, but fortunately, it’s not too late to be completely hopeless..."
As soon as Nathalie Quinlan examined Marcella Davidson, she understood why Jaycent Kingsley ca to her.
Marcella Davidson’s malignant nodule position was extrely tricky, right next to the neck’s main artery; anyone performing surgery there might accidentally cut into the artery.
If surgery is not perford, the patient can live a little longer.
If surgery is perford, the patient might die on the operating table.
But Western dicine’s approach to tumors and nodules is surgery, excising malignant tissue.
If the patient cannot undergo surgery, then even the most skilled Western dicine practitioners are helpless in this situation, left only to stare blankly...
In contrast, Chinese dicine offers more gentle and diverse thods.
Nathalie Quinlan happened to have read ancient case records at the Pharmaceutical Association; indeed, there was an ancient acupuncture technique for Marcella Davidson’s situation.
Luckily, she always rembers what she sees.
The Emperor’s Herbal Classics recorded acupuncture techniques that could be tried on Marcella Davidson.
"I’ll try an acupuncture procedure to see the effect."
After speaking, Nathalie Quinlan didn’t waste ti, returned to the place where the single shoulder bag was stored, opened the zipper, took out the acupuncture pack, and returned to the bedside again.
Looking once again at the room’s stunned people, they seed yet to react.
Nathalie Quinlan raised her gaze slightly, eyes quite impatient as if chasing guests: "You can leave one person in here; the others should go out first."
At this, everyone finally seed to awaken from a dream, realizing what was happening.
Yuni Davidson was the first to react, unable to conceal the inner excitent, hurriedly pulling Jaycent Kingsley to walk out, "Ah, right, right, Jaycent, let’s go out first; just leave your uncle-in-law here to accompany."
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