The Enigmatic Return (Neera and Jean) novel Chapter 162

Neera was knocked back uncontrollably, still clutching the small tray with the precious and hard-won medicines.

Her concern was solely focused on protecting the medicines, not caring about her well-being. In her haste, she disregarded herself and only cared about preserving the medicine.

Unfortunately, without any protection, she fell heavily to the ground, and her arm was accidentally cut by a piece of broken glass on the floor.

A vivid bloodstain immediately appeared on her otherwise snow-white arm, the red blood seeping out in a shocking sight.

Ian was taken aback and exclaimed, "Ms. Garcia! Are you okay?"

Richard was also deeply concerned, quickly coming forward to help her up and inspecting the wound, "Ms. Garcia, you're injured..."

Feeling the sharp pain, Neera frowned but merely glanced at the wound, seemingly ignoring it, and shifted her attention away.

"Don't mind me, hurry and restrain him!" she ordered sternly.

Following her command, Ian reluctantly left her side to assist in controlling Jean.

This time, Jean appeared exhausted from his earlier struggles, making it easier for the bodyguards to subdue him, leaving him unable to move.

Capitalizing on the moment, Neera swiftly administered the tranquilizer by injecting it into his arm.

Jean looked at her with sharp, intense eyes, the scarlet corners of his eyes instilling fear in those who saw.

Yet, as the tranquilizer took effect, he gradually calmed down.

His body went limp, and he fell into a deep coma.

Witnessing this, Ian could not help but feel a sense of surprise.

He had not expected Neera's medicine to be so effective.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Ian quickly ordered the bodyguard, "Help Sire to the next room!"

The bodyguard led the way, and after a while, they managed to move Jean to the adjacent room. Ian then turned his attention to Neera, concerned, "Ms. Garcia, are you okay? Do you need me to treat the wound?"

Neera responded casually, "It's alright, just a minor injury, don't worry about it."

As she spoke, she picked up the disinfectant and applied it to her wound twice. The stinging pain was evident, but she bore it without complaint. Calmly, she continued, "Hurry up and remove his shirt. I need to give him the injection immediately. Tranquilizers alone won't be enough to relieve his condition. He requires prompt and comprehensive treatment."

Ian did not dare to waste any time and promptly nodded, rushing to do as she instructed.

In the bedroom, Neera was left alone. She found gauze from her medical supplies and wrapped it around her wound.

Once she finished the simple dressing, she went to the adjacent room.

Jean's shirt had been removed, exposing his thin but muscular chest. Even in his unconscious state, his expression still showed signs of pain, indicating that the torment he had experienced earlier still lingered within him.

Neera couldn't afford any delay. She quickly took out the silver needles she had with her, sterilized them meticulously, and began the process of administering acupuncture.

In a short while, Jean was punctured with dozens of needles.

After working diligently for a full hour, Neera finally felt the need to stop. Her back and forehead were covered in a layer of cold sweat, and her face was noticeably pale, almost as if it were made of paper.

Ian and Richard had been watching in silence, only now daring to ask, "Ms. Garcia, after the treatment, will Sire's condition be better?"

Neera, feeling fatigued and injured, replied with a slight tone, "Of course, why else would I treat him? The treatment should bring relief and end his suffering."

Upon hearing Neera's assurance, both Ian and Richard were overjoyed.

Richard let out a sigh of relief and expressed his gratitude, saying, "Thank you, Ms. Garcia. You truly are a remarkable doctor, a miracle worker! It's so late, and I apologize for troubling you to come and treat Sire. I'm sorry..."

Neera waved her hand dismissively, saying, "No need to rush to thank me. I still need some medicinal materials. Your family probably doesn't have them, but I need you to get them within an hour. Once the hour is up, I'll need to remove the needles."

As she spoke, she took out a pen and paper from her medical kit and swiftly wrote down a list of medicine she needed.

Ian took the list and hurriedly left the room.

Richard, unable to be of much help, silently watched the situation unfold.

Noticing that Neera's complexion was not good, he thoughtfully prepared a cup of tea for her, saying, "Ms. Garcia, there's still some time before the needles need to be removed. You should sit down and rest for a while. The accident happened suddenly, and you fell and injured yourself too, so you must be exhausted. This ginseng tea will help restore your vitality. Please have some."

Neera accepted the gesture and thanked him, taking a seat on the sofa with the teacup in hand, and sipping it slowly.

The warm liquid flowed down her throat, and with each sip, her tense nerves began to unwind, allowing her to relax a bit.