Return of the Crowned Heiress

Heiress 20

Chapter

20

He didn't mention any names, after all.

Clive remained oblivious, stepping forward to check Stephan's pulse, only for Stephan to avoid his touch. Let your little assistant do it." Felicia held the medical kit, having indeed come upstairs as an assistant.

Clive frowned. "Mr. Russell, my assistant is inexperienced and might misdiagnose you. It's better if I do it myself."

"No need. I only want her," Stephan replied, his tone lazy, emphasizing the last few words.

To anyone unaware, it might have sounded flirtatious. But the air was thick with tension.

Clive was about to protest, but Felicia cut in. "Grandpa, let me handle it."

"You..." Clive clearly hesitated, wanting to question her ability, but Felicia didn't respond. This was her chance to prove herself.

beside the bed, meeting Stephan's

wrist.

an injury on his

caused this has poison on it. The toxin hasn't entered your lungs yet, but we need to administer acupuncture to drain it and make an incision to remove

sterilized scalpel from her kit and laid out a row of silver needles. Before she began, Clive anxiously guided her on which acupuncture

she cut open the previously sutured wound on Stephan's shoulder, then deftly inserted needles

of dark

the process was undoubtedly painful, Stephan

worked confidently, whether slicing open his skin or drawing out the poison. Her hands were steady as she stitched him up without hesitation. Her eyes lowered in focus. She

below his collarbone, close to his heart. This forced

occasionally brushed against his

at her face. Each time Felicia glanced up, her gaze met his deep, dark eyes, filled with

up his shirt, his hands deliberate and steady,

toned chest, and

Felicia's swift and decisive actions. He was astonished

had just demonstrated were the long-lost

was rare; even he, a medical master, only had a glimpse of it once a long time