She used the Golden Needles to stimulate the acupoints and drain the congested blood.
Dr. Duncan and the others hadn't dared to reopen the wound, terrified it would cause unstoppable bleeding, but Claire didn't share that fear in the slightest.
Claire meticulously applied the paste before wrapping it in fresh gauze.
The wound was inflamed and glowing an angry red; the man had woken up while she was treating it, but he hadn't made a single sound—he had an incredible tolerance for pain.
After watching the entire process, Xavier used the moment to give his students another impromptu lesson.
Claire was honestly starting to worry about his two students' mental fortitude.
Sometimes, comparing people was just inherently unfair.
She had been learning since she was a toddler-how many years was that? They had only been studying it for a few years in college.
The woman had returned with the hot water at some point and squeezed into the doorway to watch.
She witnessed the entire process of Claire changing her husband's dressing.
Knowing it was traditional medicine, which wasn't overwhelmingly expensive, made her even more deeply grateful.
Because the construction site manager hadn't fronted much money, she was constantly terrified the hospital would kick her husband out the second the funds ran dry.
Her fears weren't entirely unfounded, but Dr. Duncan had promised they would treat him, so they would see it through.
"Let's observe for now and see if his fever breaks tonight."
"Eight hours isn't too long, but it isn't short either. I'll stay at the hospital and come back right before it's time to change the dressing."
Claire wasn't comfortable leaving this patient in anyone else's hands, so she laid it out plainly for Dr. Duncan.
Dr. Duncan also felt it was best to leave the task to the person who started it.
If Claire was willing to see it through to the end, that was obviously the best-case scenario.
The woman thanked them profusely, over and over again. Claire, utterly unable to handle that kind of intense gratitude, quickly slipped out of the room.
Knowing Claire was busy, the lab didn't rush her to return.
However, once Claire finally finished up, she headed straight for the lab anyway.
This time, she didn't work on the project; instead, she found a lounge and went straight to sleep.
When she woke up, it was already the middle of the night.
After two grueling days at the hospital, they finally got the good news they were waiting for.
The patient's fever had broken, the wound was no longer inflamed, and it had successfully scabbed over.
The leg was officially saved.
The patient's family looked ready to collapse at Claire's feet in gratitude.
Claire's reputation at the First City Hospital skyrocketed overnight.
However, she chose to leave the hospital keeping an incredibly low profile.
The project had made significant progress, so moving forward, she only needed to stop by every few days.
But the other matter Claire had to deal with was Latham.
That's right after being firmly rejected by Edison, an exhausted and desperate Latham realized he wasnt getting y investment
money, so he set his sights on Claire once again.
Since promising her profits didn't work, he resorted to playing the family card.
Claire found herself cornered by him at the hospital, her brow furrowed in deep annoyance.
"Latham, I've already made myself perfectly clear. I'm not mortgaging the house, and I don't even have the property deed."
"Even if I wanted to mortgage it, my grandma would never agree to it."
"Please stop wasting your energy."
Claire was completely fed up with Latham.
Lance had passed the critical danger zone, but the James Group was deteriorating
by the day.
Things had reached this disastrous
point, yet cut
Latham still refused to
his losses.
What on earth was going
through his head? content belongs
"Claire, I know the James family wronged you in the past."
"But I have my struggles too. Octavia neglected you, but I always loved you like my own flesh and blood."
"If the company hadn't reached this absolute dead end, I would never stoop to begging a child for help."
"Aren't you close with Dane? You
sold him that Agarwood pillow
Could you co
him
for
me and ask if he'd be interested in taking over the Westside project?"