Abandoned Wife Rebirth To Slap Faces - Chapter 27: Chapter 27
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Seeing this, the audience erupted again.
"Oh my god! The patient is coughing up blood!"
"Quack doctor! Georgia killed the patient."
"Georgia, you got no skills but playing hero. My boy suffered enough before volunteering as your live human trial! You bitch! Butchered him like soulless meat!"
Suddenly, a middle-aged woman went crazy and rushed onto the stage, trying to pull out the silver needles from her son.
Noelle was gloating, hoping that the woman would stop Georgia from administering the needles, so the patient on the examination table would die without timely treatment.
That way, Georgia would never rise in the medical field again.
Georgia narrowed her charming eyes. The Art of 72 Needles was all about speed, accuracy, and stability. If the woman disrupted the process, the consequences for the patient would be dire.
"If you want your son to live, get off the stage and wait!" she snapped.
The event staff were also worried that things would get out of hand. After all, this was a national-level competition. No way they would let the audience come up and cause trouble.
If Georgia really caused a patient's death, the law would deal with her.
So, the host called security to escort the woman off the stage.
As soon as she got off the stage, the woman rushed to Noelle and begged desperately, "Dr. Faulkner, please save my son.
"I know you're highly skilled. That Georgia isn't worthy to even lick your shoes. Please save him..."
Hearing the woman belittle Georgia, Noelle secretly gloated, but she showed a troubled expression. "Ma'am, don't worry. Georgia's a great doctor. You have to believe in her.
"Besides, if something goes wrong, she'll have to face legal consequences..."
Noelle's words immediately enlightened the woman, who quickly took out her phone and dialed the police. "Yes, quacks like her should be sentenced..."
On stage, Georgia remained composed; her technique was skillful, steady, and precise. Then, the second needle, the third needle, each one stronger than the last... perfectly placed in sequence.
The patient on the examination table coughed up more and more blood.
The woman, held back by security, couldn't rush onto the stage again, but her voice, filled with red-eyed curses, echoed through the venue. "Georgia, you heartless bitch. If anything happens to my son today, I'll make you pay with your life!"
"That's right. We can all testify. Georgia is killing..."
"Georgia should be sentenced, just die..."
Despite the vile words, Georgia remained extremely calm, though beads of sweat still formed on her forehead.
As the silver needles continued to be inserted, the amount of blood the patient on the diagnostic table coughed up gradually decreased. The crowd below the stage also gradually quieted down.
After a moment, time seemed to freeze, and everyone was captivated, staring at the operation of Georgia beside the diagnostic table.
It was a perfect combination of technique and skill—lifting the needle lightly, placing it elegantly. The process of removing and inserting the needles flowed effortlessly.
Glancing at the audience, who were completely awestruck, Georgia smiled confidently.
She had long proposed the Art of 72 Needles treatment, but due to the high risk involved, the medical community dared not try it, leaving it merely a theoretical concept without practical application. It was only in the past few days, while treating Grandpa Ning, that she boldly experimented with it and found the results truly impressive.
As she removed and inserted the needles, with the 72nd silver needle in place, a subtle resonant sound emerged between the needles.
Ten minutes later, after collecting the needles, Georgia helped the patient, who was now feeling completely refreshed, off the examination table.
"Oh my god! The patient is coughing up blood!"
"Quack doctor! Georgia killed the patient."
"Georgia, you got no skills but playing hero. My boy suffered enough before volunteering as your live human trial! You bitch! Butchered him like soulless meat!"
Suddenly, a middle-aged woman went crazy and rushed onto the stage, trying to pull out the silver needles from her son.
Noelle was gloating, hoping that the woman would stop Georgia from administering the needles, so the patient on the examination table would die without timely treatment.
That way, Georgia would never rise in the medical field again.
Georgia narrowed her charming eyes. The Art of 72 Needles was all about speed, accuracy, and stability. If the woman disrupted the process, the consequences for the patient would be dire.
"If you want your son to live, get off the stage and wait!" she snapped.
The event staff were also worried that things would get out of hand. After all, this was a national-level competition. No way they would let the audience come up and cause trouble.
If Georgia really caused a patient's death, the law would deal with her.
So, the host called security to escort the woman off the stage.
As soon as she got off the stage, the woman rushed to Noelle and begged desperately, "Dr. Faulkner, please save my son.
"I know you're highly skilled. That Georgia isn't worthy to even lick your shoes. Please save him..."
Hearing the woman belittle Georgia, Noelle secretly gloated, but she showed a troubled expression. "Ma'am, don't worry. Georgia's a great doctor. You have to believe in her.
"Besides, if something goes wrong, she'll have to face legal consequences..."
Noelle's words immediately enlightened the woman, who quickly took out her phone and dialed the police. "Yes, quacks like her should be sentenced..."
On stage, Georgia remained composed; her technique was skillful, steady, and precise. Then, the second needle, the third needle, each one stronger than the last... perfectly placed in sequence.
The patient on the examination table coughed up more and more blood.
The woman, held back by security, couldn't rush onto the stage again, but her voice, filled with red-eyed curses, echoed through the venue. "Georgia, you heartless bitch. If anything happens to my son today, I'll make you pay with your life!"
"That's right. We can all testify. Georgia is killing..."
"Georgia should be sentenced, just die..."
Despite the vile words, Georgia remained extremely calm, though beads of sweat still formed on her forehead.
As the silver needles continued to be inserted, the amount of blood the patient on the diagnostic table coughed up gradually decreased. The crowd below the stage also gradually quieted down.
After a moment, time seemed to freeze, and everyone was captivated, staring at the operation of Georgia beside the diagnostic table.
It was a perfect combination of technique and skill—lifting the needle lightly, placing it elegantly. The process of removing and inserting the needles flowed effortlessly.
Glancing at the audience, who were completely awestruck, Georgia smiled confidently.
She had long proposed the Art of 72 Needles treatment, but due to the high risk involved, the medical community dared not try it, leaving it merely a theoretical concept without practical application. It was only in the past few days, while treating Grandpa Ning, that she boldly experimented with it and found the results truly impressive.
As she removed and inserted the needles, with the 72nd silver needle in place, a subtle resonant sound emerged between the needles.
Ten minutes later, after collecting the needles, Georgia helped the patient, who was now feeling completely refreshed, off the examination table.
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