Not A Small-Town Girl
Chapter 91-2

Even though she was comforting Tara, her hands did not stop moving. When performing acupuncture, it was important to maintain a consistent and uninterrupted rhythm.

"I’m not afraid of pain at all," Tara said. "Danielle, just feel at ease about placing the needles."

With that said, Tara pinched David’s arm again because of the intense pain, but he did not say a word, letting his grandmother pinch him.

’If you weren’t pinching me, I would truly have believed your nonsense,’ he thought.

The second needle was inserted, followed by the third needle, and so on.

In less than fifteen minutes, over thirty needles were inserted around Tara’s head and several parts of her body.

During the process of inserting needles, all of Danielle’s attention was focused on her hand, and fine beads of sweat formed on her forehead. David looked at Danielle quietly, his eyes filled with heartache.

Because of the pain, Tara clutched David tightly, beads of sweat trickling down her forehead. Her head hurt so much that she felt as if it was about to split open.

The caregiver at the side helped Tara gently wipe the sweat off her forehead from time to time.

"There’s only one needle left," Danielle said.

As she held the silver needle, she focused all her energy on her hand and inserted the last needle into the center of Tara’s chest.

After performing the acupuncture, Danielle’s face turned slightly pale because she had consumed too much energy.

David walked up to her, took a towel to wipe the sweat off her forehead, and asked with his face full of concern, "Are you okay? Take a rest."

Danielle forced a smile and said, "I’m fine, just drained a bit of energy. I’ll be okay after a little rest."

David was heartbroken for her. He held her waist and looked at her pale face, feeling a great pang of heartache.

He then carried Danielle and placed her onto the sofa, letting her rest. After that, he turned around to pour her a glass of warm water.

Although he said nothing, one could tell that he felt very heartbroken.

Danielle drank a glass of warm water and felt much better than before.

"Thud, thud, thud." Just then, the sound of someone knocking on the door could be heard.

Hearing that David had arrived, Lennon Davis, who was the hospital director, hurriedly rushed to the ward.

""Mr. Charrington, when did you arrive?" Lennon said, greeting David with a smile even before entering the ward and being as friendly as he could