Felicia, kneeling beside Lewis, swiftly inserted four silver needles into his scalp. She lightly twisted the needle ends. Lewis's eyes, rolling back, gradually returned to normal, the convulsions ceasing. His mouth opened, revealing a deep gash; blood flowed steadily—he'd nearly bitten his tongue in half.
She opened a bottle of Panax pseudo-ginseng and poured the powder into his mouth. The bleeding miraculously stopped. His breathing normalized, and his face regained color.
Onlookers were amazed. The physicians from Harmony Medical Center watched intently, afraid to miss a detail, yet unable to comprehend Felicia's acupuncture technique or the precise ingredients.
The eight seasoned physicians from the Union Clinic trembled with excitement. They finally understood Felicia's earlier assurance. This acupuncture was unlike anything they'd witnessed.
Olivia, tears still on her face, was overcome with relief. She wanted to thank Felicia but felt too ashamed. She'd opposed Felicia, even confronting her at Alverton. Moments ago, she'd refused Felicia's help, declaring her distrust. Yet, Felicia had saved Lewis's life.
Lewis, lying on the ground, opened his eyes. "Ouch… Why does my tongue hurt so much? Who hit me?" he asked. Olivia laughed and cried simultaneously.
Felicia advised, "Get him to the clinic; he hasn't fully recovered." Olivia eagerly nodded, instructing the bodyguards to carry him inside.
The crowd exhaled collectively. As Lewis was carried into the clinic, murmurs arose: "She must be from Harmony Medical Center! This young physician is incredible!"
Harvey's expression darkened. He'd envisioned Felicia's clinic being condemned, not lauded as a savior.
The Harmony Medical Center physicians burned with embarrassment, remaining silent. Their plan to discredit the Union Clinic had backfired, presenting a golden opportunity for the latter.
Harvey fumed. He expected Felicia to seize the moment to promote her clinic, but she said nothing. She simply dusted off her clothes and re-entered the building.
A seasoned physician quietly asked, "Ms. Fuller, isn't this the perfect chance to promote our clinic?" Their demeanor had changed.
Felicia smiled. "Those who are truly capable don't need advertisements." Boasting would cheapen her skills. Many witnessed her abilities; word-of-mouth would suffice. The Union Clinic wouldn't remain unnoticed.
The eight physicians were enlightened. Word-of-mouth was indeed the best advertisement. They felt humbled and admired Felicia's skill, humility, and composure amidst the praise—rare qualities indeed.