Resurrecting the Genius Within (Calypso Rain) novel Chapter 173

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Resurrecting the Genius Within 

Chapter 173 Isabelle’s Skilled Methods 

None of the doctors or experts dared to give any advice. 

In the Harris Residence, inside George’s house. 

The bathroom in the room was very large and spacious. The bathtub was just the right size, built like a swimming pool. 

Old Mr. Harris, with his upper body bare, was placed into the hot bathtub. George and his nephew, Sam, supported him from one side, ensuring he could sit steadily in the water. 

Isabelle brought a chair and sat behind Old Mr. Harris, preparing to perform acupuncture. Mr. Garth assisted from the side. 

Seeing the needles that Isabelle took out, Mr. Garth leaned in for a closer look and asked, “Miss Jenkins, these needles aren’t the ones you bought from me, are they?” 

In the afternoon, Dylan went to the villa and brought Isabelle’s needles over. 

Without looking up, Isabelle replied, “Mr. Harris gave them to me.” 

Sam couldn’t help but glance at Uncle George. 

Mr. Garth seemed to understand something. He smiled and said, “Good stuff. I imagine these needles weren’t easy to come by.” 

Mr. Garth couldn’t wait to see Isabelle work her magic. 

At six o’clock in the evening, the sky gradually grew darker. 

Isabelle held a silver needle in her hand. Her acupuncture technique was somewhat different from usual. After inserting the needle into the acupuncture point, she used a somewhat rough method, forcefully manipulating the needle with abrupt movements that even caused the skin to tug 

Onlookers were startled and apprehensive at the sight. 

George had seen Isabelle administer pain–relieving acupuncture to Jack, and he had also seen her treat herself for menstrual pain. She was always very quick. 

And this time, it was going to take more time and effort. 

It was over half an hour before Isabelle had inserted about a dozen needles into Old Mr. Harris‘ back. The techniques for the heart area and his head were different. 

But no matter which technique she used, Isabelle was skilled, proficient, and easily handled it. 

Mr. Garth watched without even blinking, afraid to make a sound for fear of disturbing Isabelle. So when he saw something amazing, he could only widen his eyes in silent astonishment. 

After a while, both of his eyes were tired from staring. 

When Isabelle administered acupuncture, she was as focused and serious as when she used a surgical knife or conducted experiments. Her eyes were fixed only on the acupuncture points, with nothing else in them. 

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Chapter 173 Isabelle’s Skilled Methods. 

Her voice was clear and cold, with a slight hoarseness that hinted at fatigue. 

Her serious demeanour had a kind of indescribable charm. 

Sam was both restrained and captivated by her. 

Isabelle straightened her body as the last needle was placed and slowly exhaled. Finally, the long acupuncture process ended. 

Her fair forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. 

Isabelle grabbed Old Mr. Harris hand and checked his pulse. 

Then, she took a prepared knife, grabbed his hand, and cut the tips of his ten fingers, placing them in 

water. 

Fresh red blood slowly flowed out of Old Mr. Harris’s body, gradually turning from bright red to dark red. 

Mr. Garth, on the side, looked on in astonishment. 

Isabelle continued with the acupuncture, helping the toxins to be expelled as quickly as possible. 

Soon, the once clear water turned into dark, bloody water. 

The bathroom was filled with the smell of blood, accompanied by a strong stench. 

Isabelle asked while continuing to administer acupuncture, “How is the medicine decoction coming along?” 

Dylan snapped out of his thoughts and hurriedly responded, “I’ll go check.” 

Before long. Dylan returned with Mr. Garth’s assistant. 

Taking the medicine from the assistant, Dylan tested its temperature, then instructed George and his nephew to move Old Mr. Harris‘ back a bit and tilt his head upward. 

Isabelle then asked Mr. Garth to help open Old Mr. Harris‘ mouth. 

Isabelle placed the rim of the bowl near his mouth, as if intending to pour it down, but Mr. Garth was about to say how a person who was unconscious could drink when Isabelle reached out and gently stroked 

his throat, 

Mr. Garth didn’t even see the technique clearly, and the bowl of medicine was poured down in one go. Not a drop leaked out. 

Mr. Garth opened his mouth, shook his head in astonishment, and said, “Everything that happened today has truly amazed me.” 

Others didn’t understand alternative medicine, but upon hearing Mr. Garth’s words, they knew how skilled Isabelle was with her methods. 

After doing all this, Isabelle put down the bowl and said, “Remove the needles in about two hours, and the toxin should be mostly cleared.”