Jean didn’t say a word. She simply lifted Dominic’s pant leg. Around them, the others remained quiet, their eyes fixed on the pair. No one dared interrupt.
Ludwig stood with his arms crossed, leaning casually against the wall, his eyes half–lowered, avoiding everyone’s gaze.
Dominic’s leg was definitely cut. The blood had already dried, forming a dark crimson crust along the wound. Fortunately, it was just a surface injury–not life–threatening on its own.
But that wasn’t the real issue. The real damage lay in the muscle; one area had clearly been severely crushed. If it wasn’t treated in time, the muscle would start to atrophy… or worse, become necrotic.
If it reached that point, amputation might be the only option.
Jean didn’t speak her thoughts aloud, but Dominic could hear them in her silence, see them in her eyes. A flicker of surprise flashed in his gaze. Why did Jean seem to know so much about medicine? When has she learned all this? Or has she been keeping it hidden all along?
Once again, Dominic realized he didn’t know his sister nearly as well as he thought.
He lifted his lips slightly, feigning curiosity. “Is it that bad?”
Jean pressed her lips together, her expression tight. She didn’t respond right away. Her brows furrowed, and her face was tense. When she finally looked up, her eyes were sharp with concern. “Your leg was crushed under something heavy. It’s not looking good,” she said seriously. Dominic raised a brow with a faint, almost amused look. “And?”
But Jean’s stern expression suddenly eased. She smiled. “Don’t worry, Dominic. I’ve
There was confidence in her eyes.
Dominic couldn’t help asking. “You seem to know a lot about this, Jean.”
He looked at her carefully. “I don’t remember you ever learning this kind of thing…”
got this.”
Jean’s face didn’t change. She simply replied, “I studied in secret. Is that a problem?” Then she turned to Ludwig and called, “Ludwig, hand me the backpack.”
Ludwig lifted his head. Without a word, he grabbed the pack from beside him and walked over. He opened it skillfully and pulled out exactly what Jean needed–something they’d prepared in advance before boarding the rescue helicopter.
Thanks,” Jean said, taking the supplies.
It was a medical kit fully stocked with tools and madicis.
Chapter 124 Preparing for Treatment
Needles? A flicker of doubt crossed Dominic’s dark eyes.
“You’re doing… acupuncture?” he asked instinctively.
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Jean’s smile didn’t waver. Her eyes sparkled. “The most intricate technique in traditional. medicine–acupuncture.”
Here, in the middle of a dense, wild forest, with barely any supplies and poor sanitation, using traditional medicine was the smartest option they had.
“Traditional medicine? Needles?” Before Dominic could respond, Bryson’s eyes widened in disbelief. He stared at Jean like she’d lost her mind.
Ms. Ginger is just a teenager. What could she possibly know about traditional medicine or acupuncture? She can’t be serious. Maybe she’d seen it on some TV drama, picked up a few needles, and now thought she knew what she was doing?
“Ms. Ginger… Bryson began hesitantly. He didn’t want to sound rude, but he had to say something. “Are you sure about this? This isn’t child’s play…”
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