It felt like I was being sliced in half.
Priscilla's eyes lit up. "Does it help with cramps, too? Every time my time of the month rolls around, my stomach is in agony. Can you try a few needles on me?"
"Mine's due in a couple of days, too."
Claire noticed Priscilla clasping her hands in a pleading gesture. She paused and observed her carefully.
"Physically, you shouldn't have any major issues."
She checked Priscilla's pulse. "You can't control your cravings every time it hits, can you?"
Priscilla chuckled sheepishly. "Even though I come from a family of doctors, I just can't seem to stop myself."
"My cravings just go off the charts."
"I want chocolate, ice cream, and sweet lattes."
Claire frowned. "Skip the ice cream, but you can have hot lattes."
As for sweets, moderation was key. Too much of a good thing was bad.
That old myth about calories not counting during your period was completely false.
"You must have caught a bad chill when you were younger. It's easy to manage, just watch what you eat."
"Mary always told me to do my morning stretches and yoga. Don't you practice?" The Hastings family supposedly had strict routines.
As a Hastings, Priscilla couldn't possibly be slacking that much, right?
"I..." Priscilla flushed. "I can never wake up in the winter."
She only did them when she remembered. At home, Winston had to force her.
Any other time, she didn't lift a finger.
"You really need to practice. Don't be lazy; it's good for your health."
"I'll write you a couple of prescriptions later..."
Before Claire could finish, Priscilla cut her off. "Can we skip the medication?"
"Isn't there another way?"
despite being a
"Acupuncture works, but combining it with meds gets faster results" Claire could tell that despite t future top doctor, Priscilla hated bitter medicine.
"No, no, no, I don't need a quick fix. I just want the needles. No pills."
"Please!"
Priscilla's voice rose, drawing the professor's attention from the podium.
"The female student in the green shirt."
Priscilla didn't even realize she was being addressed until Claire gave her a swift kick under the desk. She finally snapped to attention.
"Professor, did you call me?"
"Yes. You're not in this class, are you? It's fine to audit, but please don't disrupt the others."
"And the student next to you..." The professor recognized Claire immediately. "Claire, isn't it?"
"Do you know this student?"
Claire quickly stood up and apologized. "I'm sorry, Professor. She's my friend, she came looking for me."
"I see. Are you still paying attention to the lecture?"
"I was just covering the Point of Winds. Why don't you explain it to the class?"
Claire was a student he thought highly of.
Although she was majoring in clinical medicine, her foundation in traditional medicine was impeccable.
If he hadn't heard she already had a mentor, he would have taken her on as his own protégé.
Claire didn't panic. She answered
effortlessly, "The Point of Winds is located at the back of the neck in the depression at the base othe skull, level with the earlobes..."
"This pressure point is incredible and highly
Sersatile. If you catch a cober
press
High blood pressure? Press
it. Woke up with a stiff neck? Press
it..."
Claire's explanation was even more engaging than the professor's, and the students loved it.
Meiko Fujii listened intently as well.
She was absolutely certain now; Claire was no ordinary student.
She was exceptional. Since arriving at The Cabinda University, the stories she
heard most were about this genius freshman from the medical school.