The Billionaire CEO Wants to Marry Me Every Day-Chapter 119: Her Medical Skills

"Are you alright?" Damian Knight turned his eyes to ask Summer Monroe.

Summer Monroe shook her head, "I’m fine. Young Master Kingston, don’t hit the patient, he didn’t mean it, it’s just that the aftereffects are severe, making him sensitive to the outside world."

"Hmm..."

Only then did Julian Kingston pull back the hand that Isaac Ross had grabbed, returning to his original position, but his eyes still remained fixed on the man in bed.

Isaac Ross pressed his temples with a headache, "Julian Kingston, you punk, hit him harder next time. Kill him directly, so we won’t have to worry about whether we can cure this guy’s madness."

Julian Kingston felt somewhat guilty, cleared his throat, glanced at Damian Knight and Summer Monroe standing side by side, and felt inexplicably irritable inside.

Even though he knew Damian Knight was treating Summer Monroe differently because she had saved him, he just couldn’t shake off the discomfort he felt. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Not long after, Jameson returned carrying a box.

Jameson didn’t know what had happened earlier; as soon as he entered, he saw the patient lying there with a bleeding nose, unsure whether dead or alive, and was startled to ask, "W-What’s going on?"

Everyone’s gaze involuntarily fell on Julian Kingston.

Julian Kingston couldn’t bear it anymore and said, "I’m going out to get some air."

After saying that, he turned and walked out.

Jameson looked a bit baffled and conducted an examination with Summer Monroe on the patient.

"Is he going to be okay?" Isaac Ross asked with a frown.

Jameson shook his head and said, "No major issues, it’s just that he can’t suffer such injuries again; that’ll only worsen his condition. PTSD patients are already mentally fragile; I’m not sure if he can withstand the pressure again."

"Hmm, I’ll try," Summer Monroe said as she opened the box Jameson had brought.

Upon inspection, she found various acupuncture needles, everything she needed was there.

Jameson looked to Summer Monroe and asked, "Are these the right ones?"

"Yes," Summer Monroe nodded. "I’ll start now. It’s just right he’s in a sleep state; if he were awake, he wouldn’t be able to undergo acupuncture."

"Please go ahead." Unconsciously, Jameson used honorifics.

Before starting, Summer Monroe reminded Isaac Ross, "Please go for the DNA test. I’ll try my best to give you a satisfactory outcome here."

"Got it." Isaac Ross responded, took a couple of hair strands, and turned to leave.

Not forgetting to remind Jameson before leaving, "Keep an eye on her, just playing house is fine, don’t cause a mess."

Jameson bowed and replied, "Don’t worry, nothing will go wrong here."

Only then did Isaac Ross turn and leave.

The door of the hospital room was closed.

Summer Monroe took out an electric needle to perform head acupuncture first.

"Is she going to use head needles?" Jameson said nervously, "Head needles are very dangerous, are you sure you can do it?"

Summer Monroe’s distinct black and white pupils moved slightly, then she calmly gripped the needle tightly, expertly inserting it into the Baihui, Sishencong, Shenting, and Fengchi acupuncture points on the head.

Ryder Quinn, watching from the side, was stunned; he was sure, if Isaac Ross were here, he’d probably be scared to death.

Because even he began to worry that the man might die at Summer Monroe’s hands.

He couldn’t help but walk over to Damian Knight’s side and whisper, "These needles in the head... won’t kill him, right?"

Damian Knight glanced at Ryder Quinn, gesturing with his eyes for him to be quiet, then focused intensely on Summer Monroe as she administered the needles.

After the head acupuncture, Summer Monroe’s smooth forehead was already perspiring.

Most market-available acupuncture treats symptoms but not causes, leaving the practitioner unaffected.

However, real Ancient Chinese Medicine acupuncture, while fast and effective, can easily drain the practitioner’s energy.

After four needles, Summer Monroe’s face had turned pale, devoid of any color.