Inside the resting quarters of the Luther Family ancestral home, time ticked away relentlessly.
Before anyone realized it, more than two hours had slipped by.
Grandpa lay still, his back now covered with gleaming silver needles.
Meanwhile, Camilla's complexion had grown increasingly pale, her forehead and the tip of her nose dotted with fine beads of sweat.
The speed at which she inserted the needles had visibly slowed.
"Madam," Ramsey couldn't hide his concern any longer and spoke up hesitantly,
"perhaps you should take a break?"
"I'm fine,"
Camilla replied, shaking her head after drawing a deep breath.
Her voice was noticeably weak.
"Just a few more needles, and we'll be done."
It wasn't that she didn't want to rest—she simply couldn't.
Acupuncture demanded seamless execution; pausing midway would only halve the results for double the effort.
Not daring to disturb her further, Ramsey quietly retreated to the side and stood guard in silence.
