Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 1030

"Needles?"

The referee stared at the row of razor-sharp silver metal, his eye twitching as a wave of dread washed over him.

"Don't worry, sir, I'm a professional." Juniper crouched down with exaggerated slowness, plucking the longest, thickest needle from the case. She rolled it delicately between her fingers and flashed a brilliant smile. "I guarantee she'll wake up."

"Don't do anything crazy."

The referee wasn't about to let a student perform experimental acupuncture on a university board member's only daughter. "Someone hurry and get the campus doctor! What if she's having a heart attack?!"

"You already beat her half to death, and now you want to stab her?! You're a psycho, Juniper!"

"She's just trying to torture her while she's down!"

"Waving around a bunch of stupid needles—who do you think you are, a miracle worker?!"

Anyone in the medical department knew the legends of the miraculous, elusive Dr. Nocturne and his legendary medical techniques.

"Move out of the way, I know CPR!"

The premed students surged forward, shouting and pointing fingers at Juniper.

"If she dies, it's on me."

Juniper ignored them, twirling the needle dangerously close to Sheryl's face. "I just need to insert one needle directly into her forehead, one into her temple, and one straight into her philtrum. Three seconds, and she'll be wide awake."

"However..."

Juniper cleared her throat, her voice carrying easily over the panic. "These needles go deep. It's going to hurt like hell. And there might be some minor side effects... like permanent facial paralysis. Crooked mouth, slanted eyes, that sort of thing."

As she spoke, she lowered the tip of the needle until it was hovering a millimeter above Sheryl’s forehead, mimicking a harsh downward thrust.

With every fraction of an inch the needle moved closer, Sheryl’s eyelashes fluttered violently.

Her hands, supposedly limp at her sides, curled into white-knuckled fists.

"Stop it, Juniper!"

Just as the premed students lunged forward to physically drag Juniper away, the "unconscious" Sheryl suddenly let out a bloodcurdling shriek.

She scrambled backward, crawling frantically across the ground as if Juniper were the Grim Reaper himself, before springing to her feet and sprinting ten yards away.

She looked incredibly energetic for someone who had just suffered a life-threatening collapse.

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