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The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 391

“Don't interfere! Maybe she’s actually trying to help!”

Leilani worked with practiced precision, her movements calm and assured despite the chaotic surroundings. It was unclear if the older onlooker recognized her technique, but as she manipulated the acupuncture needles, the middle-aged woman’s breathing gradually steadied, and the alarming pallor of her face began to fade.

Moments later, the woman’s eyelids fluttered open. She looked around blankly, disoriented by the ring of concerned faces staring down at her. “What happened to me?”

Her last memory was of working in the fields under the midday sun, followed by a sudden darkness consuming her vision. Now, she was surrounded by a sea of anxious neighbors.

“Faith! You’re finally awake!” a neighbor exclaimed.

“You just collapsed while you were working. You scared the life out of us.”

“You can’t push yourself that hard in this heat,” another added. “It’s dangerous.”

Seeing that Faith had regained consciousness, the villagers collectively exhaled, their tension melting into relief as they crowded closer.

As Faith listened to the fragmented explanations of her neighbors, the pieces of what had happened began to fall into place. Her gaze finally landed on Leilani, who was kneeling beside her, packing away a small kit.

Faith paused, realizing this stranger was the reason she was awake. “Miss... did you save me?”

Leilani finished securing her silver needles and nodded slightly, brushing off the gravity of the situation. “I was just passing by when I heard shouting, so I came to check it out. You suffered from heatstroke, but thankfully, I caught it early. You’re fine now, but you need to go home, drink plenty of water with electrolytes, and rest for a couple of days.”

She offered a gentle smile. “And try not to overexert yourself in the future. Listen to your body.”

Faith’s eyes welled with tears. She struggled to sit up and grabbed Leilani’s hand, her grip tight with gratitude. “Thank you so much! If it weren’t for you, these old bones might have been buried here today.”

Leilani shook her head. “It was the least I could do.”

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