Chapter 1183

“It’s not a problem, I’m wearing leggings underneath.”

Melanie didn’t mind at all, immediately pulling the hem of her skirt up.

Since her patient was completely comfortable, Claire naturally had zero objections.

She helped adjust Melanie’s clothing and began the precise needlework.

Melanie was undeniably tense, her hands gripping her clothes so tightly her knuckles turned white.

“Just breathe. There’s nothing to worry about, it won’t hurt.”

Claire offered the reassurance, but it was impossible for Melanie to instantly drop her guard.

Claire could read the situation perfectly—the girl had incredibly high defensive walls, which was why the sight of the silver needles made her panic.

But the moment Claire inserted the first needle, Melanie’s entire body visibly melted into the cushions.

“You’re right, it doesn’t hurt at all. It just feels a little heavy.”

Claire’s technique was swift and flawlessly accurate, allowing Melanie to quickly adapt to the sensation.

Even after all the needles were perfectly placed, Melanie remained awake.

It wasn’t until Claire announced the insertion was complete and told her to rest for half an hour that she finally closed her eyes.

Giving her space, Claire turned on the living room projector and put on a playlist of calming instrumental tracks.

Once Melanie appeared to be resting, Claire retreated to her study.

Although she was in another room, she could easily monitor the living room through her security feed.

Judging by Melanie’s posture, she was merely resting her eyes, nowhere near a state of deep sleep.

This Melanie was certainly an enigmatic one.

After a quick glance at the monitor, Claire immediately dove into the coursework her professors had assigned.

The second the thirty minutes were up, she headed back out to remove the needles. The moment Claire stepped into the living room, Melanie’s eyes snapped open.

It was obvious she hadn’t managed to fall asleep at all.

As Claire expertly extracted the needles, she gave her final instructions. “During your next cycle, your flow will likely be heavier than usual, and the color might seem a bit off.”

“But that is a completely normal reaction.”

“Once your system is fully balanced, everything will regulate itself.”

“Right now, your body is just purging all the lingering toxins from your system.”

Melanie expressed her profound gratitude and swiftly transferred the payment to Claire’s account.

She snapped a quick photo of the prescription Claire had written out.

A moment later, she forwarded it to her mentor.

“Professor, this is the formula Claire prescribed for me. What are your thoughts on her medical expertise?”

Her mentor’s reply came through almost instantly. “It’s exceptional. The composition of this formula proves her skill level is already on par with a grandmaster.”

Melanie frowned slightly as she typed back, “Professor, isn’t she far too young to have that kind of mastery?”

Her mentor responded, “Do not underestimate her. She may be young, but she was personally mentored by Hale.”

“The Carter family served as royal physicians for generations. They possess clinical secrets that

outsiders could never dream of aequiring and Hale would have passed all of that down to his final protégé.”

Reading the message, Melanie decided to keep her doubts to herself.

If her professor insisted Claire’s skills were top-tier, then she was absolutely going to

follow this regimen.

If this actually worked…

Melanie desperately wanted her body fully restored.

After seeing Melanie to the door, Claire returned to her study to finish her coursework.

Barely half an hour had passed when her phone buzzed with an urgent call from the medical center.

It was Noah on the line.

He frantically explained that the

General’s condition had taken a drastic turn for the worse. Since his primary doctor was unreachable they desperately needed Clare to get there as fast as possible.

Left with no other choice, Claire threw on a sleek, practical outfit and sped straight

to the hospital.

By the time she arrived, the entire Darwin clan had practically taken over the waiting area.

The corridor was packed with various children and grandchildren, yet every single one of them wore an expression that screamed ‘ulterior motives.’

Claire wasn’t exactly early; the hospital administrators and the Chief of Medicine were already

huddled together, and even the military surgeon, Fandy, was on the scene.

“Tandy,” Claire greeted her old acquaintance smoothly.

Tandy’s face lit up the moment he saw her. “Claire.”