The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

Chapter 388

After inserting the final needle, Mirabella stood up straight and let out a deep breath. Her face was a shade paler than usual, and her smooth forehead was dotted with fine beads.

of sweat.

Nikolai, finally coming to his senses from his initial shock, glanced at Mirabella and asked, “Is… is that it?”

Mirabella reached for a tissue from the bedside table and gently dabbed the sweat from her brow, saying slowly. “Not yet. Right now, the silver needles have just been placed. I’ll need to probe abd assess the situation before I remove them.”

At this, Nikolai looked utterly dumbfounded, his face a mixture of incredulity and confusion. He knew about acupuncture, but probing was foreign to him. He wanted to ask but felt too embarrassed. He couldn’t help but feel that his own proudly mastered medical skills were elementary compared to the young lady’s techniques. The way Mirabella discerned and understood the body’s points seemed more intuitive than his decades of studying alternative medicine. It was a bit hard to swallow.

Mirabella pulled a chair over to sit by the bed and then took James‘ pulse again, her delicate eyebrows smoothing out. “How are you feeling now?”

Only Mirabella and Nikolai remained in the room; Wyatt and Curtis had stepped out while she was working with the needles.

James tried to muster a smile but couldn’t. He quietly watched Mirabella, his eyes intense and still. After a moment, he parted his lips and, with a strong voice, said, “Very well.”

expression calm as she remarked, “Your voice suggests as much.”

a non–committal

time, Mirabella turned to Nikolai. “You can go and rest, Nikolai. I’ve got this covered.”

Nikolai heard her suggestion and knew that sticking around wouldn’t

Wyatt and Curtis immediately queried Nikolai upon his exit,

stroked his long beard, his face no longer bearing its earlier tension, and said. coolly,

Wyatt and Curtis

It might be best for her to manage James‘ treatments from now on. There’s hope for curing old ailments,” Nikolai added with a

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are indeed changing,”

was a top–notch alchemist, but they hadn’t imagined her medical prowess could make Nikolai feel inferior. This was…

was only eighteen–what a terrifying thought!

the staircase. He paused after a few steps, turning back to add, “Oh, and you might want to prepare some energy–boosting chicken soup for Mirabella. She’ll probably be quite drained after tonight’s session.”