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.”

calm as she remarked, “Your voice suggests

a non–committal

to Nikolai. “You can go and rest, Nikolai.

suggestion and knew that sticking around wouldn’t be helpful. Reluctantly, he left

Nikolai upon his exit,

stroked his long beard, his face no longer bearing its earlier tension, and said. coolly, “With Mirabella in there, what’s there to

Wyatt and Curtis

to manage James‘ treatments from now on. There’s

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times are indeed

Mirabella was a top–notch alchemist, but they hadn’t imagined her medical prowess could make

eighteen–what

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