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Chapter 384 The Art of Healing

Chapter 384 The Art of Healing

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Melody leaned over the surgical table, fully focused and refusing to relax momentarily. Her hands moved steadily and lightly, precisely switching between acupuncture needles and the scalpel.

The human meridian system is incredibly complex.

Standing at the surgical station, her expression was serious as she meticulously traced each pathway, carefully capturing the severed meridians. Through the microscopic device, she worked steadily to stitch them back together.

It was a massive undertaking, requiring the utmost concentration from the surgeon-any mistake could be catastrophic.

Time ticked away.

The medical experts from the Stirlands in Avenstras initially watched Melody's techniques with a mixture of nervousness and awe.

They were afraid that, being so young, she might just be showing off, risking Prince Carlos's life as a stepping stone to gain favor with the Avenstras royal family.

After all, Spencer's legs were the Stirlands best chance to secure their position in the Avenstras court.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Each feared that one misstep from Melody could ruin their family's future. But as time passed, their initial anxiety shifted to respect and admiration.

The Stirlands doctors were all top-tier experts in global medicine, even though they had been bought out entirely to serve the Avenstras royal family.

High-ranking officials and elite figures worldwide still found ways to approach the Stirlands privately for

treatment.

The Stirlands's medical influence was immense on a global scale.

Some felt that Melody's miraculous, masterful technique was worth going down in medical history.

So, they began recording the operation on screen.

The recording angle was carefully chosen, focusing primarily on Melody's hands-white, slender, and delicate.

Even stained with blood, they retained an undeniable beauty. There was a slight delay in the recording.

Harris Stirland was a renowned neuroscientist with students across the globe. Although over 60, he remained deeply passionate about advancing and solving problems in neuro-medicine.

He frequently discussed neurology treatments with medical students worldwide. He was currently researching nerve repair methods from a minimally invasive perspective.

Little did he expect that today, a young girl would teach him his own lesson.

Harris's gaze on the screen grew increasingly excited.

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While wearing a mask, Melody had not shown her face the entire time, yet Harris's eyes sparkled with admiration.

He even recorded the most crucial parts of her technique to share with his disciples, who were just as passionate about nerve repair in legs.

Minutes, hours, and then more than a dozen hours passed. Finally, after 26 hours, Melody and even Craig. who had been assisting her, felt utterly drained.

Finally, Melody completed the delicate stitching on Spencer's knees, her face pale as she carefully removed the instruments and pulled out the silver needles.

Exhaustion overwhelmed her, and she nearly collapsed, though she managed to hold herself upright. Her hands trembled, feeling almost foreign to her, as she staggered out of the emergency room

She fell into a familiar, strong embrace when she stepped out..

She looked up, meeting Edward's bloodshot, tired eyes, whose dark circles were heavy under his gaze

Melody hugged his waist, leaning into his warm embrace as she teased him, "Oh my, who is this? You've almost turned into a big panda!"

Edward held her with a tender expression, gently patting her head. Knowing exactly what she was worried about, he said in a calm but dangerous tone, "Mel, don't worry-the final match has been postponed to tomorrow night. "We still have a chance."

Melody tilted her head, unsurprised by her husband's thoughtfulness.

They'd always shared a tacit understanding, but she hadn't expected him to be this on top of things

He'd even bought her an extra day to rest.

Still, the International Underground Boxing Tournament only allowed a three-day final total

How had Edward convinced the organizers to delay it by two days?

Sensing her curiosity, Edward looked at her with a slightly smug, playful glint in his eyes as he lowered his voice and said, "Well, I had Brandon poison every single competitor, just a little.

"To be safe, we also gave a small dose to everyone at the venue."

Brandon said, "Right now, every wealthy kid in Sommerville is running a fever and thinking there's some epidemic going around."

Melody said, "Uh... well, that certainly is thorough. He really didn't spare anyone, did he?"