The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

Chyntia got up and helped Clinton up before saying to Benita, “Benita, it’s our turn.”

“Yes, Commander!” Benita said with some excitement.

Arriving at the bed, Chyntia checked Cedric, who had fallen into a coma again, and he made sure.

His worst fears did not happen.

Clinton’s treatment went badly wrong, making Cedric’s condition worsen. Fortunately, the chill accumulated in Cedric’s chest did not enter the heart because of blood flow. However, it had gathered into a mass and was sitting in the middle of his chest.

It was terrible and tricky, but there was still hope as long as it did not enter the heart.

Benita opened the medical kit with a thud and placed it beside Chyntia’s hand.

left hand, three slender silver needles were inserted between his fingers. With lightning speed, Chyntia thrust three silver needles into three acupoints in

needle was pierced, the tails of the needles vibrated to stimulate the acupoints and enhance the effect of the special needle treatment. Besides that, with Chyntia’s left hand caressing them, the depth of the needles

the illusion that the needles

Chyntia stabbed three more silver needles. The six silver needles made

him down. He’ll have a stress reaction later.”

Benita replied before putting his hands

but their eyes were full of hope. After all, this would decide whether Cedric would be

entered

the chest. These nine silver needles were like nine chains, locking the chill in Cedric’s chest so firmly that it could no longer transfer to other body parts

two silver needles respectively in his left and right

blow, and the power of the Thirteen Miracle Needles would burst forth with

and inserted the last four