Chapter 219 Bloodletting
Clara wasn’t an educated woman. So fortunately for Arielle, she thought Arielle was a doctor who was used to bringing her medical equipment out, so she didn’t press on.
Rubbing her hands nervously, she asked, “Miss, do you need me to help you?”
Arielle pushed her needles into various acupoints on Russell’s body and replied, “Get me a towel.”
Clara immediately handed her a towel. She thought she was about to help Arielle in her treatment, but to her surprise, Arielle’s request was to let Clara wipe her sweat.
At that, Clara was confused.
“My sweat will affect my vision. Your job is to keep my vision clear,” explained Arielle.
When she was focused on her treatment, it was as if there was a halo above her head. Thus, Clara dared not go against her order.
Soon, Russell’s body was full of needles that had been soaked in special medication earlier. He looked like a hedgehog.
Arielle started needling manipulation.
Compared to inserting the needles, it was tougher to do so.
A few seconds later, beads of sweat formed on her forehead.
Arielle was focused on the manipulation of the needles and directed all her energy to her fingers. It was an action that would use up all her energy.
Soon, her whole body was soaking wet as though someone had doused her body in a bucket of water.
Clara immediately wiped the sweat on Arielle’s brows to prevent the sweat from trickling down her face and blurring her vision.
Finally, Arielle finished the needling manipulation process and heaved a sigh of relief.
After that, Clara glanced at Russell, expecting him to wake up immediately.
Alas, the man remained motionless.
She reached out to check his breath. Russell was still breathing in but not out.
Clara panicked instantly and demanded, “Miss, why is Mr. Actonward still unconscious?”
“That was just the first step,” Arielle responded and brought out another tool from her bag to carry out the bloodletting procedure.
Clara parted her lips in astonishment when she saw Arielle cutting Russell’s arm using a sharp scalpel.
The minute she regained her composure, she yelled, “What are you doing?”
“Bloodletting. Mr. Actonward will regain consciousness after this step,” said Arielle.
Immediately, blood gushed out of Russell’s arm.
It was the first time Clara had witness such a horrifying procedure. She flung her arms around Arielle to stop her. “Stop it! I’ve never heard of this procedure. Stop right now! He’ll die of excessive blood loss!” she screamed.
Upon that, Arielle steadied her hands and whipped her head around to warn Clara. “Your rash actions might cause Mr. Actonward to die right here!”
Clara froze immediately. She had no idea whether she should stop Arielle from going further.
Still, Arielle’s calm gaze gave her some assurance.
Clara hesitated for a moment before finally yielding. Then, she released her grip and stared at the blood puddle on the ground.
Placing her palms together, she began praying fervently, “Dear Lord, please let this young lady be a doctor and not some crazy person.”
Resigned, Arielle pursed her lips and continued the bloodletting treatment.
It wasn’t just a simple treatment, for Arielle wanted to find out the blood clot’s exact location and removed it once and for all.
In order to do that, she had to drain out some blood.
It was even trickier as it was a form of ancient medicine which existed before traditional Chanaean medicine.
Most people had no idea that this form of treatment existed. Even if they do, they couldn’t carry it out as they might kill the patient accidentally.
Hence, Arielle didn’t blame Clara for panicking.
