The Enigmatic Return (Neera and Jean) novel Chapter 1077
Early the next morning, Leila took Willard to the research center.
The treatment was extremely crucial and somewhat tricky, requiring assistance.
Thus, Neera called for Osbert, thinking it would be a good opportunity for him to gain some practical experience.
“Mr. Saunders, there's no need to be nervous, just relax. Once this treatment is over, the wug pest in your body will be gone,” said Neera.
Willard lay on the sickbed, giving her a kindly smile. “My heart is at ease, Neera. With you taking care of me, I have a hundred reasons to be reassured.”
With a smile, Neera gave Osbert some instructions about what to pay attention to during the treatment process and then began to work.
After sterilizing the silver needles with alcohol, she initiated the dry needling.
That process was grueling. The demand for Neera's skills was extremely high. Not even halfway through, a layer of sweat had already formed on her forehead.
Willard was also in unbearable pain, his brows furrowed tightly, his face turning purple from the agony.
The pain caused by the wug pest continued to persist.
Most importantly, Willard must not lose consciousness. It was crucial for him to stay alert.
Otherwise, Neera would have knocked him out with anesthesia.
Willard was in so much pain that he could grind his teeth to dust. As she watched his reaction, she continued her actions while simultaneously offering him encouragement. “Just hang in there a little longer. It's almost through. Once you get past this ordeal, the pain won't be as intense...”
It was hard to tell if Willard heard that or not as he tightly shut his eyes, crying out in pain.
Roughly an hour later, the wug pest, as expected, was finally lured to his wrist.
Through the thin skin of Willard's wrist, Osbert could clearly see something moving beneath Willard's veins. It was a sight that was utterly terrifying!
Neera also noticed it and made a quick decision, grabbing the scalpel. “Osbert, in a while, I'll be cutting open his finger to let the blood out. The wug pest will crawl out, and you should put it into this glass jar.”
Osbert nodded, then asked with confusion, “Neera, can't we just kill this wug pest directly? Why do we need to keep it?”
“We have to.” Wiping the sweat from her forehead, Neera said, “This wug pest must be used as a medicinal ingredient for his treatment. There can be absolutely no mistakes.”
Osbert understood. “All right, I got it.”
He was ready, holding the glass jar, his eyes fixed intently on Willard's hand.
Neera watched the wug pest still wriggling under Willard's skin. Gritting her teeth, she used a sharp blade to slice open his finger.
Soon, dark red blood began to flow from the wound.
In no time, a thin, light red worm wriggled its way out of the wound.
Osbert felt a chill run down his spine. He felt uncomfortable and even a little disgusted staring at the bug.
However, he steeled himself, gripping the wug pest with tweezers as if he were handling a landmine. Then, he quickly tossed it into the glass jar and securely sealed the lid.
After smoothly finishing all his tasks, he sighed deeply, then looked disdainfully at the wug pest in the jar. “So this is what a wug pest looks like. To think such a small thing is capable of causing such immense harm to the human body. If you hadn't told me it's a wug pest, I would have underestimated it!”
Instead of wasting time chatting with him at the moment, she quickly attended to Willard's bleeding. She bandaged his wound, and then meticulously removed the needles one by one.
Willard was in so much pain that he was on the verge of losing consciousness.
Yet upon hearing Osbert's voice, he forced his weary eyes open, tilting his head to look toward the glass jar.
He stared at the terrifying wug pest, asking weakly. “So... This is the bug... that's inside me?”
Neera carefully threaded the needle, taking the time to respond to him. “Indeed. Rest assured. It has now been forced out of your body and will no longer pose any threat to you. You can be at ease from now on. If you feel tired, sleep. The treatment is over. There's no need to stay awake.”
After taking several deep breaths, Willard felt the pain had lessened considerably. “All right, I am a bit tired...”
After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes heavily, as if he had let go of all the strength in his body. His whole body seemed to soften, and his grip loosened.
After checking his pulse and finding no abnormalities, Neera felt a bit more at ease.
The treatment was extremely crucial and somewhat tricky, requiring assistance.
Thus, Neera called for Osbert, thinking it would be a good opportunity for him to gain some practical experience.
“Mr. Saunders, there's no need to be nervous, just relax. Once this treatment is over, the wug pest in your body will be gone,” said Neera.
Willard lay on the sickbed, giving her a kindly smile. “My heart is at ease, Neera. With you taking care of me, I have a hundred reasons to be reassured.”
With a smile, Neera gave Osbert some instructions about what to pay attention to during the treatment process and then began to work.
After sterilizing the silver needles with alcohol, she initiated the dry needling.
That process was grueling. The demand for Neera's skills was extremely high. Not even halfway through, a layer of sweat had already formed on her forehead.
Willard was also in unbearable pain, his brows furrowed tightly, his face turning purple from the agony.
The pain caused by the wug pest continued to persist.
Most importantly, Willard must not lose consciousness. It was crucial for him to stay alert.
Otherwise, Neera would have knocked him out with anesthesia.
Willard was in so much pain that he could grind his teeth to dust. As she watched his reaction, she continued her actions while simultaneously offering him encouragement. “Just hang in there a little longer. It's almost through. Once you get past this ordeal, the pain won't be as intense...”
It was hard to tell if Willard heard that or not as he tightly shut his eyes, crying out in pain.
Roughly an hour later, the wug pest, as expected, was finally lured to his wrist.
Through the thin skin of Willard's wrist, Osbert could clearly see something moving beneath Willard's veins. It was a sight that was utterly terrifying!
Neera also noticed it and made a quick decision, grabbing the scalpel. “Osbert, in a while, I'll be cutting open his finger to let the blood out. The wug pest will crawl out, and you should put it into this glass jar.”
Osbert nodded, then asked with confusion, “Neera, can't we just kill this wug pest directly? Why do we need to keep it?”
“We have to.” Wiping the sweat from her forehead, Neera said, “This wug pest must be used as a medicinal ingredient for his treatment. There can be absolutely no mistakes.”
Osbert understood. “All right, I got it.”
He was ready, holding the glass jar, his eyes fixed intently on Willard's hand.
Neera watched the wug pest still wriggling under Willard's skin. Gritting her teeth, she used a sharp blade to slice open his finger.
Soon, dark red blood began to flow from the wound.
In no time, a thin, light red worm wriggled its way out of the wound.
Osbert felt a chill run down his spine. He felt uncomfortable and even a little disgusted staring at the bug.
However, he steeled himself, gripping the wug pest with tweezers as if he were handling a landmine. Then, he quickly tossed it into the glass jar and securely sealed the lid.
After smoothly finishing all his tasks, he sighed deeply, then looked disdainfully at the wug pest in the jar. “So this is what a wug pest looks like. To think such a small thing is capable of causing such immense harm to the human body. If you hadn't told me it's a wug pest, I would have underestimated it!”
Instead of wasting time chatting with him at the moment, she quickly attended to Willard's bleeding. She bandaged his wound, and then meticulously removed the needles one by one.
Willard was in so much pain that he was on the verge of losing consciousness.
Yet upon hearing Osbert's voice, he forced his weary eyes open, tilting his head to look toward the glass jar.
He stared at the terrifying wug pest, asking weakly. “So... This is the bug... that's inside me?”
Neera carefully threaded the needle, taking the time to respond to him. “Indeed. Rest assured. It has now been forced out of your body and will no longer pose any threat to you. You can be at ease from now on. If you feel tired, sleep. The treatment is over. There's no need to stay awake.”
After taking several deep breaths, Willard felt the pain had lessened considerably. “All right, I am a bit tired...”
After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes heavily, as if he had let go of all the strength in his body. His whole body seemed to soften, and his grip loosened.
After checking his pulse and finding no abnormalities, Neera felt a bit more at ease.
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What kind of stupid confusion is this, how come she didn't know that the my bourvart they are talking about is Jean?...
Author uses too many words to describe useless things and then don't clarify others, who is this aunts friend. Neere went to play golf with who?...
Why is she keeping so many secrets from Jean?...
is it too much to ask, when are they going to know that Jean is the father of her triplets???? the man that night 6yrs ago is Jean???!!!!!!...
Chapter 328, did Alfonso not meet Jeann before, how does he not recognise him huh...
I'm a bit confused, does Roxanna not know that her sister is married..this chapter makes it look like she doesn't know but they already went to Jean for money huh...
Too many words to explain somethings, it's a waste.......
Good Day Dear Author! i just want to ask, why it cant read in normal format? the sentences for every chapter is cut, almost half of the sentence is cut thats why cant read it as whole. Thankyou....