chapter1620

Thalassa caught Lysander's gaze, which was heavy with a mix of pressure and suspicion.

Her heart fluttered uneasily under his scrutiny. Flustered, she said, "Lydia is just performing a routine check-up. It's not really anyone's place to interfere. Too much meddling could cloud her judgment. Rosalind, I'd advise you to keep it down. You're disrupting her concentration."

Thalassa dodged Rosalind's probing with an answer that sidestepped the question of liking or disliking. After all, was there really any reason to be jealous when Lydia was simply examining Lysander?

Upon hearing Thalassa's response, Lysander's eyes dimmed with disappointment, and he averted his gaze, focusing intently on Lydia as she continued her examination.

Rosalind watched Lysander's reaction closely, a smug sense of triumph flickering through her.

It seemed she had successfully sown a seed of doubt in Lysander's mind about Thalassa.

Seeing Lysander's demeanor towards Thalassa grow colder brought Rosalind a twisted sense of satisfaction.

Meanwhile, Thalassa breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that Rosalind hadn't pressed further on her uncomfortable question. She honestly didn't know how she would've responded.

The room fell silent, allowing Lydia to focus on her task.

After a couple of minutes, Lydia released Lysander's hand, speaking with cautious precision, "Your overall health is excellent, but the fact that you're having trouble standing might be related to neural pressure in your brain. Dr. Funke mentioned acupuncture could aid in recovery."

"Lydia, haven't you been trained in this area? Why don't you give Lysander the acupuncture treatment?" Thalassa suggested.

It was a show of confidence in Lydia and a hope that Lysander could be treated.

Since Dr. Funke had declined to make house calls, sending Lydia in his stead, Thalassa placed her trust in Lydia, believing in her capacity to treat Lysander based on Dr. Funke's endorsement. Despite his eccentricities, Dr. Funke was a stickler for medical ethics; he wouldn't have sent Lydia if he doubted her skills.

So, Thalassa trusted in Lydia's medical expertise.

"But I..." Lydia hesitated, her nerves frayed. She had never performed acupuncture on a real person before, and her first patient was to be the highly esteemed and somewhat intimidating Lysander.

The pressure was immense, and she was hesitant to proceed.

Rosalind, noticing Lydia's hesitation, couldn't help but smirk. "You're not planning to use Lysander as a guinea pig for your first real attempt at acupuncture, are you?"

Rosalind's earlier annoyance with Lysander seemed to have dissipated somewhat, allowing her to address him by name again.

Lydia's breath hitched, annoyed and stressed by Rosalind's antagonistic presence.

Despite giving Rosalind a glare, Lydia knew she couldn't ignore the truth in her words nor hide it from Lysander.

"Sir, she's right. I've never performed

acupuncture on a real person before. Until now, I've only practiced on models marked with acupoints. You're my first patient, and I'm feeling quite apprehensive.

"However, Dr. Funke has confidence in you, and so do I," Thalassa interjected just as Lydia seemed ready to back out, ensuring both Lydia and Lysander were aware of her belief in Lydia's capabilities.

Lydia was Dr. Funke's protégé, personally trained in the art and science of medicine by him. He taught her the essence of his craft, sparing no detail.

Moreover, Lydia's diligence and

discipline were unmatched; she was

at Dr. Funke's clinic from dawn till

late evening, absorbing twice as

much as an ordinary student i

single day. With a natural aptitude for medicine and an exceptional understanding, three months of training under Dr. Funke Was equivalent to years for someone

else.

Lydia bit her lip, understanding Thalassa's anxieties. She wanted Lysander to recover swiftly, for he was the father of her children.

Confronted with Thalassa's resolute and clear gaze, Lydia's wavering resolve solidified.