Anna took deep breaths, forcing herself to stay calm as she looked at Elder Luke's pale, motionless face.
Her heartbeat thundered in her ears, but she kept whispering to herself, he's just a mannequin, just a mannequin.
If she didn't act now, Elder Luke would die.
That thought alone snapped something inside her.
The panic began to fade, replaced by a strange calm. Her hands steadied, her gaze sharpening as her training instinctively took over.
Moving behind Elder Luke, she gently massaged the pressure points on his head with one hand, while the other held a silver needle.
When she found the right spot, she didn't hesitate. The needle slipped in with practiced precision.
Her movements were fast yet graceful, each needle finding its place with absolute accuracy.
Within minutes, Elder Luke's entire head was lined with shining silver needles, glinting faintly under the dim light.
Tina stood frozen in shock. She had never seen Anna perform acupuncture like this before.
