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The tension in the air was palpable as everyone gathered outside the operating room, anxiously awaiting the results of Yvette’s unconventional approach. Tristan’s skepticism clung to him like a second skin, while Harold’s anger simmered just beneath the surface. The other medical staff, despite their professionalism, could not shake the disbelief that lingered in their minds. Yvette, with nothing more than acupuncture needles and a calm demeanor, had boldly declared she could save her father without resorting to surgery. It was nearly impossible for them to imagine how it could work, especially when the situation seemed so dire.
Meanwhile, Jeremiah stood by her side, his calm confidence unwavering. He trusted her completely, and his conviction only deepened as the minutes passed. His hand still held hers, offering silent reassurance that he was there no matter what happened. The warmth of his touch was a stark contrast to the coldness that had once surrounded him, and Yvette found solace in that, even if only for a moment.
Inside the operating room, Yvette was a woman on a mission. The sterile environment felt suffocating, but she was undeterred. Her movements were fluid, efficient, as she prepared to perform acupuncture on her father. The sensation of the needles entering his skin brought a sense of calm, both for her and, in an odd way, for Zachary as well. Her brow remained furrowed in concentration, her focus entirely on the task at hand.
Outside, Lucas stood with clenched fists, muttering silent prayers for his master, his heart in turmoil. He had seen his master survive impossible odds before, but this time was different. The thought that Yvette, the daughter who had once been absent from his life, was the one taking the reins in such a critical moment was a bitter pill to swallow.
“Ms. Chambers, please, you must save him,” Lucas had said, but even as he spoke, doubts lingered in his heart. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing the man who had raised him like a son. He had always been loyal to the Chambers family, and now it was his turn to place his trust in Yvette.
Inside the operating room, Yvette’s hands moved with the precision of a master. Her gaze never wavered from her father’s condition, her eyes calculating and methodical. The blood clot was indeed dangerous, but she had seen similar cases before, had treated them with acupuncture, and had succeeded. It was not a miracle, but a science that many in the modern world had forgotten or dismissed.
As the minutes ticked by, the medical staff outside exchanged worried glances. They had been told Yvette was a skilled practitioner of acupuncture, but this was a life-and-death situation. How could she be so confident? How could anyone be?
Tristan’s unease only deepened as the minutes stretched on, and the silence in the hallway became more oppressive. He couldn’t understand it. How could Yvette expect acupuncture to fix what modern medicine had deemed unfixable? If this didn’t work, there would be no turning back. He couldn’t imagine the consequences.
But Jeremiah—Jeremiah’s belief never wavered. He had been quiet for a while now, his gaze fixed on the door to the operating room. It was as if he was waiting for something. Or perhaps he was simply trusting the woman who had captured his heart to do what she did best.
Finally, the door to the operating room opened. Yvette emerged, her face unreadable. The room went silent as everyone turned to look at her.
Yvette’s gaze met Jeremiah’s first. She didn’t speak immediately. The tension in the air was so thick that it seemed as though everyone was holding their breath.
Then, she nodded. Just once. But that was all it took for Jeremiah to understand.
“Is he…?” Tristan began, his voice catching.
Yvette looked at him, her expression cool but not unkind. “He’s stable,” she said simply. “The clot is gone. He’s breathing normally. But it’s still too soon to say he’s fully out of danger.”
There was a collective exhale from the group, though it was mixed with confusion. The doubt that had weighed heavily on them seemed to lift, but it wasn’t gone entirely. How could she have done it?
Tristan, struggling to reconcile what had just happened, was the first to speak. “But… how?”
Yvette smiled faintly. “Acupuncture isn’t magic, Dr. McLennan. It’s just another form of medicine, one that requires patience and understanding.”
Harold, who had been furiously silent up until that point, narrowed his eyes. “You’re saying this is real? That this… actually worked?”
Yvette met his gaze without hesitation. “I’m not here to argue about methods, Dr. Anderson. I’m here to save my father. And that’s exactly what I’ve done.”
The room seemed to shift as everyone absorbed her words. What had once seemed impossible had now been made a reality.
Jeremiah placed a hand gently on her shoulder, a silent gesture of support. Yvette gave him a small but appreciative nod.
For a moment, the tension broke, and everything seemed to settle into place. But deep inside, both Yvette and Jeremiah knew the real battle wasn’t over yet. It had only just begun.
As for Tristan and Harold, their understanding of medicine was challenged in ways they hadn’t anticipated. What they had thought was impossible had been proven to be within the realm of possibility. But whether they would ever fully understand it—that remained to be seen.
