Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 4

Chapter 4:

Did a miracle just happen? Everyone in the room looked as if they had witnessed the impossible. No, it was as if they had seen God. The doctors, who had previously declared the patient beyond help, looked as though they wanted to bow down to Marissa in reverence!

Connor was overjoyed. Only Marissa remained calm and concentrated, continuing to massage and press various points on Arabella’s body. Ten minutes later, Arabella’s blood pressure and heart rate stabilized. Although Arabella hadn’t regained consciousness, her breathing was regular, and her skin color was returning to normal. The person declared dead was now in stable condition!

“How… she…?” Lorna stuttered, pointing at Marissa, her words trailing off in disbelief. Everyone had labeled Miss Nash as dumb. When had she developed such extraordinary medical abilities?

The esteemed doctors in the room felt both humiliated and ashamed. The lead doctor couldn’t resist asking, “Miss Nash, from whom did you learn your medical skills?”

“I picked it up from acupuncture books and just replicated what I read,” Marissa answered, making up a simple explanation to avoid any complications, given everyone in the room was now thinking she was another woman. This response shattered the earlier sense of wonder in the room. Who would seriously attempt to treat someone as critical as Arabella with basic acupuncture techniques learned from books?

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crowd, Marissa meticulously gathered her silver needles. Large beads of sweat trickled down her cheeks—she was completely exhausted. The effects of the Dreamweed had weakened her, and she hadn’t rested at all. Instead, she had endured rough handling by

she felt a warm hand gently wipe the sweat from her cheek. Marissa turned her head to see it was Connor. His eyes conveyed a deep sense of gratitude, almost as if he was trying to soften her with his look. Feeling uneasy with such closeness, Marissa quickly

Daniels, can we

Rest now. We can talk later, once you’ve had some sleep,” Connor suggested, his voice unexpectedly tender, mirroring the softness in his eyes. Realizing how exhausted she truly was, Marissa agreed to his suggestion. Before leaving, she asked, “Could I have

pulled her phone from his pocket and handed it to her. Marissa accepted her phone and followed the servant out. The

room in an adjacent building and immediately checked her messages. Derek and she had planned to return to their hometown the next day to get married. With her phone off

gave a wry smile and quickly texted Derek to reassure him that she would meet him at the train station as planned at noon the next day. The wedding date couldn’t be changed. Before meeting Derek, she needed to divorce Connor. He had turned what was supposed to be her first marriage into her second, and she was determined to make him regret it. All she needed now was a good night’s rest, and then she would

climbed into

room in the same building, tension filled the atmosphere. Domenic Wells, Connor’s trusted assistant, stood before him, delivering his report with due

school to start working, contributing to family expenses. She left her village at fifteen, wandered through various towns, and settled in Blebert only last year. As a young woman on her