Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 305

Mr. Chadwick handled everything, arranging for a private jet to fly them straight to Silverlake City.

By the time they landed, dawn was already breaking on the second day.

The hospital had been notified in advance of their arrival.

Without delay, they went directly from the airport to the city's most prestigious private hospital.

While Julia was still unconscious, the medical team conducted a full examination.

They had expedited everything—most test results would be ready the same day, though a few lab reports would still take a couple of hours at best.

Julia was settled into a VIP suite for the time being.

She hadn't been in the room for long when she woke up.

The moment Julia saw the unfamiliar surroundings, she completely lost control.

As Briony tried to calm her, Julia bit down hard on her hand, leaving deep, bloody marks.

Julia sobbed and cried incoherently. No one could soothe her.

She didn't recognize anyone. Her eyes were wide with terror, filled with a fear of the world around her.

Dr. Teague, the psychiatrist, suggested administering a sedative.

Ferdinand's voice was firm. "She's already had anesthesia twice on the way here. No more sedatives. Her liver and kidneys aren't functioning well—she can't metabolize them."

Dr. Teague protested, "But there's really no other option. For someone in her mental state, any more stress could be dangerous."

"Let me try something," Ferdinand said, pulling out his phone and calling his assistant. "Gifford, bring up my acupuncture kit."

"Acupuncture?" Dr. Teague eyed Ferdinand skeptically. "You think that'll work?"

"It's worth a shot," Ferdinand replied, then turned to Briony, his gaze gentle. "Ms. Kensington, do you trust me?"

Briony had never doubted Ferdinand's skills. If little Nina was thriving today, it was all thanks to him.

She nodded. "I've always trusted you, Mr. Ellsworth."

Ferdinand's lips curved into a faint smile. "That's all the reassurance I need."

Gifford entered, handing over the kit.

Ferdinand opened it up as Gifford lit a bottle of alcohol for sterilization.

"Hold Mrs. Hudson's head steady for me," Ferdinand instructed.

"Of course." Gifford went to the bedside, firmly holding Julia's head so she couldn't thrash.

Ferdinand drew out the fine needles, sterilized them, and with practiced precision, inserted them into targeted points on Julia's head.

Within a few needles, the tension in Julia's body visibly eased.

Ferdinand kept going.

After the eighth needle, Julia's eyelids fluttered shut.

Her heart rate slowed, her blood pressure began to normalize.

Dr. Teague stood nearby, stunned.

Gifford let go.

Julia looked as if she'd simply drifted off to sleep, her whole body relaxed.

"Leave the needles in for half an hour," Ferdinand said, packing up his kit. He turned to Briony. "I'll stay here and keep watch. You should go take care of your hand."

Briony glanced down at her injury, realizing for the first time how badly her hand stung.