Chapter 940
Thalia quickly brought Elizabeth's bag.
Inside Elizabeth's bag was a set of custom silver acupuncture needles and some medicine.
After all, it was a class reunion, and drinking was inevitable. Elizabeth was afraid she might lose control if she drank too much, so she prepared some medicine in advance.
Elizabeth simply disinfected her hands and then directly inserted a silver needle above her navel.
"Acupuncture?" the middle-aged woman asked Elizabeth.
Elizabeth nodded.
She was quite skilled at using silver needles to save people.
The man didn't respond, so Elizabeth inserted another needle at the top of his head.
The middle-aged woman started crying, "You!"
"Shut up," Elizabeth said sternly as she worked. Her cold words prompted someone to cover the middle-aged woman's mouth, signaling her to be quiet.
"I don't trust her. If something happens to him, I'll die!" the middle-aged woman continued to shout noisily.
"If I don't save him, he'll die anyway," Elizabeth said.
Given his symptoms, it was clear he had been poisoned for a while; his stomach was already bruised. Taking him to the hospital would be too late; he would die on the way.
He was lucky to have encountered Elizabeth today.
This middle-aged woman was really a nuisance.
However, Elizabeth understood. After all, no one would suddenly trust a woman who barged in claiming she could treat.
If it were her grandfather lying there and a woman came in to treat him, Elizabeth wouldn't be willing either.
So Elizabeth just found her noisy and didn't say anything more.
Elizabeth picked up a silver needle and inserted it into his neck.
After that, Elizabeth looked at the man's face.
The surroundings were exceptionally quiet.
The middle-aged woman stopped making noise and just cried.
There were about a dozen people in the room, apparently a family gathering. Two men were already drunk, lying on the table unaware of what was happening.
Elizabeth took out her medicine and handed it to Thalia, signaling her to give one to the two men.
They would wake up in about twenty minutes.
"How is he?" the middle-aged woman asked worriedly.
Why was there no reaction after three needles?
Was he dead?
The woman was terrified.
At that moment, the man's hand on the ground moved.
At the same time, the bruising on his stomach began to lighten.
When it first appeared, it was a deep purple, almost black.
Now the color was starting to fade.
Elizabeth pursed her lips and continued to insert needles.
"What's happening? Is he getting better?" The middle-aged woman squatted down and reached out to push the man's shoulder. "Wake up! I'm your wife!"
Elizabeth glanced at her and continued to insert needles despite her shaking.
Thalia was completely shocked.
Elizabeth was so steady.
Her needlework was no less precise than that of a chief surgeon.
Thalia knew Elizabeth was excellent, but it was the first time she realized Elizabeth was also so skilled in this kind of traditional medicine.
Despite the severe shaking, Elizabeth could still accurately insert the needle.
Amazing.
"Stop shaking him."
Elizabeth reminded the middle-aged woman.
The woman nodded obediently because she indeed saw the effect.
The man's swollen stomach began to shrink.
His breathing also started to become more even, though still very weak.
Elizabeth pursed her lips and watched quietly.
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