"I forfeit. I'm not competing. I need to watch her technique."
"I forfeit too."
"Same here."
Who cared about a competition when they had a once-in-a-lifetime chance to observe a master at work?
The host sighed in defeat. "Alright, fine. But please stand to the side so you don't block the judges, the audience, or the cameras."
If they were voluntarily dropping out, he couldn't exactly force them back to the center stage!
Stella didn't care whether they competed or not. She just wanted to finish treating the patient she had promised to help, claim her Ametrine Herb, and get out of there.
After carefully placing the needles, she instructed, "Leave these in for twenty minutes. Do not move."
"Understood."
While they waited, she quickly jotted down a prescription for him.
Not a single person in the audience left their seat. Even the livestream viewership surged by several hundred thousand more.
Everyone was waiting to see if, in twenty minutes, this paralyzed man would experience the same miraculous recovery as the two men with the stiff necks.
Twenty minutes later.
Stella removed the needles.
While the patient wasn't instantly restored to perfect health, the improvement was undeniable. His mouth was far less crooked, his eyes were less asymmetrical, and even the uneven wrinkles on his forehead had smoothed out significantly.
"I can feel the difference... Miss, thank you so much."
"Here is your prescription. If you trust my judgment, get these herbs filled. The instructions are on the back. If you combine this with a few more acupuncture sessions, you will fully recover."
"I will! But where can I find you for the follow-up sessions? Don't worry, I'll pay your full consultation fee."
The man was terrified of losing his miracle doctor and practically begged for her contact info.


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