Reborn To Remarry My Ex Husband (Melody)

Chapter 418 Ridicule

Suzanna's concentration faltered, and soon, drops of cold sweat formed on her brow.

She had anticipated the Veinspire Codex would be challenging, but the reality was far tougher than she had imagined.

Every pressure point seemed elusive, and even when she followed the book's instructions, it was difficult to get the depth and timing of each electrode just right.

Each electrode had its own set of demands.

She was on the verge of calling for someone else to step in.

But she couldn't do that. Cameron's leg had to be treated, and she had to outshine Melody.

Her technique was far from perfect, but she moved quickly. Before long, she managed to draw blood from the needles.

But that was the most perilous part of the whole procedure. Her anxiety tightened its grip.

What Suzanna hadn't realized was that, in the room across the hall, the live feed was showing a stark difference between her performance and Melody's.

While Suzanna struggled, Melody was in control. Each needle she inserted was placed with precision. Melody's movements were fast, efficient, and confident. At times, her speed even surpassed Suzanna's. The audience couldn't believe what they were seeing.

"Hold on-Mel's technique, that's straight from the Veinspire Codex, right?" someone commented. "She doesn't even have the book, but her needlework matches Suzanna's almost exactly. How is she doing this? Did she have some kind of hidden camera in Suzanna's room?"

Others started joking about Melody's apparent genius.

"I remember when Mel said she wanted to check if the Veinspire Codex was real. She just flipped through the pages casually, and now she's doing it like a pro! Is she some kind of genius? She must have memorized it in a day!"

Another viewer laughed. "If I were Mel's baby, I'd probably turn around and get reincarnated just to be in her presence!"

The comments flooded in.

"I can call her mommy right now if she wants me to."

"Ew, cringe.'

"I'll call her mommy until she steps on me. Wonder if I can sell some feet pics on OF."

"Bruh."

"Look at Suzanna. She's following the book, but she still can't get it right. She thought she was good, but after seeing this live feed, I just want to smack some sense into her."

"Seriously, Mel's next-level! How does she do it?"

But a few defended Suzanna in a lighthearted way.

"At least she's trying. She's putting in the effort, even if it's not perfect."

Meanwhile, in Melody's operating room, she had already reached the bloodletting stage.

Her expression remained calm, but every motion was precise and controlled.

She directed Craig to adjust Martin's body, positioning him carefully before using two different types of electrode.

First, a three-edged electrode, which she inserted half a centimeter deep, and then a fine electrode, which she quickly inserted a full centimeter deep.

It was a rapid and methodical process, requiring perfect control over the rhythm and timing of each needle.

Melody's fingers moved over Martin's Ten Gates with the grace of a skilled artist, each needle placed with flawless accuracy.

Melody carefully placed the thin

electrode into the pressure points, drawing out a small amount of blood. The most critical part of the procedure had arrived: bloodletting.

She gently removed the electrode and gestured for Craig to bring the basin over. As she pulled the needle

out, blood began to seep from Martin's pressure points.

Melody studied the blood's flow, her gaze sharp as she watched the steady pace of it.

After the needle had punctured the skin, the blood began to flow smoothly.

It was a clear indication that the

patient's energy and blood were deficient, with congestion blocking the lungs and preventing the proper flow of vital energy. This stagnation signified the body's weakening state.

Bloodletting in this case was a method to balance and replenish energy and blood, restoring the body's foundation for healing.

Meanwhile, in the other operating room, Suzanna's anxiety grew.

When she removed the electrode from Cameron's leg, she stared in shock at the blood that spilled out- dark, almost purplish, like something toxic.

The blood didn't flow quickly, but it wouldn't stop. It continued to spill out uncontrollably.

Outside the room, Mr. Norman's face drained of color.

"I thought Cameron's legs were improving, even showing signs of possible meridian nerve recovery? This blood... It's the wrong color! How can it be so dark, almost dead-looking?

"What happened to him recently?

"The blood tests we kept from two months ago didn't show this color."

Since Cameron's treatment was focused solely on his legs, only local anesthesia had been used. Mr.

Norman's voice carried clearly, despite the sterile glass between them.

His authority in the medical field was well-established.

While Mr. Shield Sr. was older, his reputation was no match for Mr. Norman's expertise.

There was no reason for Mr. Norman to deceive anyone.

Cameron's face had gone pale, and his lips were blue as the blood kept flowing from his legs, showing no signs of stopping.

In a panic, Suzanna looked up at him, her hand shaking as she gripped the electrode.

It felt more like a dagger than a tool, as if it could pierce through her heart.

"Cameron ... I didn't mean for this to happen... " she murmured.

"I followed every step in the Veinspire Codex ... step by step. It has to be right. Why won't the bleeding

stop? And ... and this color...

Suzanna had studied alternvative medicine.

Though her dry needling technique wasn't flawless, she knew the basics.

The color of the blood was a sure sign that cold and stagnation had invaded the body, blocking the meridians and causing the tissue to die. It was a sign of necrosis.

Cameron's legs were beyond saving.

But the worst part? Suzanna couldn't stop the blood.

If she couldn't control it, Cameron wouldn't just face a lifetime of leg problems-he could die on the operating table.

Cameron's lips trembled, his face turning ashen. A sharp pain shot through his head, as if something inside had snapped.

He locked eyes with Suzanna, his voice low but intense.

"Suzanna ... the herbal scent I use every night for my leg massages... Why isn't it here anymore?"

"Or was it... not your formula after all?"