She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 291

Chapter 291: Needles

Time had dwindled down to the last minute. Cheyenne's gaze remained locked onto his eyes, watching as his long, sweat-drenched eyelashes quivered.

Trembling.

Hidden beneath his gaze was fatigue, pain, and a hint of yearning. In Master Iker's eyes, she saw a desire for victory. It was a determination to conquer all obstacles and emerge victorious.

He wanted to stand up!

He wanted to become the same towering and glorious Iker of the past.

Cheyenne bit her lip and her obsidian-like eyes gained a cold, determined glint, akin to the moonlight of autumn. She looked directly at him.

"Master Iker, have you decided?"

"Continue... Miss Lawrence."

He knew that if he continued with this needle, the previous pain might he suffered have been in vain. If he stopped now, following old Mr. Edwards' treatment plan, a daily herbal bath and acupuncture for three months might still lead to recovery. However, as he experienced the searing pain that felt like his heart was being roasted, he realized how slow time could pass, with every minute and second feeling like an eternity.

Three months...

It was too long.

"Alright."

Cheyenne smiled, radiant as a fireworks display in the night sky, dazzling and captivating. Calmly, she continued to insert the silver needle, defying old Mr. Edwards' shocked objections, driving it in.

Layne's rough hand, clutching the timer, trembled uncontrollably. Cold sweat poured down his entire body, his scalp tingling.

This was too audacious!

Even in the medical records of the Edwards family, the ancestors who had developed the Thirteen Needles dared to use the twelfth needle only up to four centimeters.

Throughout his thirty-plus years of practice, Layne had never ventured beyond three centimeters.

Cheyenne's action was unprecedented, and Layne couldn't determine whether it was good or bad. As he rapidly considered how to remedy the situation if it failed, he saw Cheyenne preparing to use an even longer needle, measuring twenty-two centimeters.

Only thirty seconds remained.

In an instant, his face turned ashen.

"Stop, Cheyenne! That's a long needle!"

But it was too late. Cheyenne placed one hand below Iker's navel, an inch from the previous insertion, and with her other hand, she gripped the handle of the long needle. She inserted it at a forty-five-degree angle, with her thumb and forefinger against the needle's shaft, continuing to push it in.

Iker's gaze remained steady as he observed her fair, cool hand resting against his abdomen, and the slight coolness seemed to soothe the underlying heat. Black blood flowed slowly from the needle's tip, and just as it was about to drip into the water, Cheyenne immediately caught it with a nearby metal tray and covered it.

"Grandpa!"

Layne's round, wide eyes remained fixed on the silver needle. The voices echoing in his mind repeatedly questioned when and how Cheyenne had learned this final level of the technique.

It was only when he heard Cheyenne's loud shout that he snapped out of his shock, lowering his head to check the timer. The numbers had just stopped at "0".

In that split second, she also removed the long needle and had Tanner and Omari assist in lifting Iker out of the bath. She turned around.