Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez by Selina Gorges

Everyone was so shocked, they were frozen in place.

Jeremiah returned with two freshly made hot milkshakes. He glanced around at everyone’s expressions, understood immediately, and strolled over to Yvette.

He spoke slowly, “Let’s go, the culprit is at the police station. Andrew is still there.”

Yvette lifted her eyes. She stood up from her seat. Her cool face was both fierce and alluring.

“Okay,” Yvette said.

Ignoring the crowd, Yvette and Jeremiah joined hands and walked out.

Harold quickly shouted at Yvette’s back, “Did you use acupuncture to treat people?”

Yvette paused but didn’t look back, her voice plain, saying, “Acupuncture can work wonderfully. 170 copper figures are with countless apertures. It’s not that traditional medicine is inferior to Western medicine. It’s just a different approach. You may not understand the wisdom of our ancestors, but don’t belittle it.”

With those words, Yvette left without looking back, her lean silhouette exuding confidence and independence.

Harold was baffled by Yvette’s lines and could only look towards Tristan for help.

Seeing Harold’s urgency, Tristan sighed and interpreted the meaning of the sentence, “The acupuncture master’s skills were legendary; with just a few precise needle placements, they could bring sonfeone back from the brink of death. The 170 bronze statues, each with their intricate points, were a testament to the complexity of traditional treatment.”

Then, Tristan glanced at the nurses and doctors with their heads lowered, feeling a wave of emotion.

‘More and more kids know only that Western medicine can treat diseases, having long forgotten that traditional medicine is the true treasure of our civilization, the wisdom passed down by our ancestors.

‘Nowadays, fewer people are studying traditional medicine. In the last decade or so, even in the hospitals I oversee, the traditional medicine departments haven’t been a priority,’ Tristan thought.

Tristan secretly resolved to prioritize and thoroughly reform the hospital’s traditional medicine department, strongly supporting its development.

Upon hearing the explanation, Harold was silent for a moment.

Having learned Western medicine for a long time, Harold was truly amazed by his first encounter with the charm of traditional medicine.

In less than an hour, Yvette’s acupuncture rescue had quickly spread throughout Seacrity Hospital.

Inside the black Jeep, Jeremiah drove while Yvette was curled up in the passenger seat, drinking her warm milkshake. With her sleeves half-rolled up, revealing her pale arm, she tilted her head slightly and said calmly, “No plan?” -Jeremiah drove with one hand and paused momentarily, his voice clear and crisp.

benefits. No matter how the police ask, he keeps saying

control, a large truck suddenly came out from the opposite direction, causing

On

lowered, and her deep black gaze was chillingly cold. She slowly curled her lips. A smile spread. It was

a beat, thinking, ‘Yvette is dangerous and

eyebrow. Thinking about the call from Mysonna earlier, his voice was full of charisma, saying, “You know traditional medicine? And you can fly a

milkshake in her hand, crossed her

bit of everything,” Yvette

his lips, looking at her, almost amused. If the

the pilot out of his wits. After boarding the plane, she went straight to the cockpit

so she just knocked him out, and by the time he woke up, they

medicine? Yvette’s idea of a bit might be

had just boarded his private jet and was about to take off when Jeremiah informed him he didn’t need

confused as he pulled his suitcase off the plane and went

treat the patient? Is there in the country with a higher success rate than my

any doctor

and forth on it, Quentin finally decided to call Jeremiah. It would be a real pity not

“Mr. Chavez,” Quentin called.

parked his car, Quentin’s call came through.

“Hmm,” Jeremiah simply replied.

small talk and

could I ask who you got to perform the surgery? It’s

Yvette, who was sitting back with her legs crossed, enjoying her milkshake. His

a deep voice, he said, “The surgery is done, and the patient is fine. As for who

a deep

is already done? Only three hours have passed since I got the call, and now it’s finished? Even more

in a daze in

Clusia, and how am I unaware of it?’ Quentin

entrance of the police station, Andrew stood to one side smoking, while Wyatt next to him had a serious look. The director of the police station,

afar, Andrew quickly put

knew that

both busy and stressful at the