Arielle prepared the needles and other instruments that she needed to perform the acupuncture, but she did not begin just yet.
She crushed some herbs and added a few drops of antibiotics. Then, she soaked all her silver-plated needles in the concoction.
After about ten seconds, she pulled out the needles, waited for the liquid on the surface of the needle to solidify. Then, she began inserting the needles at several targeted areas.
Zachary, who had studied traditional Chanaean medicine and acupuncture under Queenie's tutelage, saw that Arielle was about to insert a needle into a fatal point and quickly grabbed her arm.
“What are you doing?” he yelled furiously. “Are you trying to kill the patient? Do you even know what acupuncture point that is? If you put your needle there, it will be an instant death!”
Zachary's hand had shot out suddenly and grabbed Arielle's arm, almost scratching the patient's head in the process.
Arielle's patience finally ran out. She turned her eyes to stare straight at Zachary.
Zachary visibly shrunk away from her gaze.
“You...” Zachary hesitated, but still insisted, “Why are you looking at me like that? I'm preventing you from accidentally committing a murder! You will kill the patient if you stick your needle there!”
Arielle yanked her hand away from him and said in a deadpan voice, “Thank you for your kind warning, but there's really no need for that. The acupoint I'm inserting the needle in is not the fatal point. Please do not bother me while I'm performing acupuncture.”
“You...” Zachary said anxiously. “This patient is very important to us! We can't afford to have anything go wrong!”
Arielle lost her patience and said simply to the attending physician, “He is too distracting; get him out of here.”
“Uh...” The attending physician glanced sheepishly at Zachary.
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