Chapter b250 /bA Needle Between Life and Death

bScarlett /bspun around, her voice sharp as a de. “If you want to save your father, move towb. /bbEvery /bsecond byou /bwaste puts him closer to death!”

Kason was stunned by the unwavering confidence in her eyes.

And in that split second of hesitation, Scarlett had already pushed the ICU door open.

Inside, the sharp beep of a heart monitor was screaming like an rm. Mr. Tristany pale and bcyanotic /bbon /bthe bed, his breathing shallow and irregr.

Doctors and nurses surrounded him, trying their best–but despair had already etched itself into their faces.

“Get out! You’re not supposed to be here!” one doctor barked.

Scarlett ignored thempletely. She strode to the bed, set down the wooden box, and opened it- revealing dozens of gleaming silver needles, neatly arranged.

Without hesitation, she grabbed several and began inserting them with lightning speed into key acupoints on Mr. Tristan’s body.

“What are you doing?! Stop this nonsense!” one of the doctors shouted.

“Stop right now!” Kason burst in, eyes wide with panic. He saw Scarlett jabbing needles into his father and turned red with fury. “If you do anything to hurt my dad, I’ll never forgive you!”

Scarlett didn’t even look up. “If you don’t want him to die, shut up.”

As she spoke, her wrist flicked–and a silver needle shot forward like a bolt of lightning,nding precisely in Kason’s acupoint at the center of his chest.

A jolt ran through him. His chest numbed, and all the strength drained from his limbs.

He froze on the spot,pletely immobilized.

“You… What did you do to me?!” Kason shouted, panicked and furious, his voice shaking.

Scarlett didn’t respond.

Her full focus was on the needles in her hands. Her movements were fluid, rhythmic–like a silent song pulsing through her fingers.

And somehow, that level of precision quieted even Kason’s rage.

He couldn’t move. He couldn’t stop her.

All he could do was watch.

But the more he watched, the more he realized–her technique didn’t look random. It was methodical. Purposeful.

Professional.

And for the first time since this all started, a flicker of hope stirred in his chest.

Chapter b250 /bbA /bbNeedle /bBetween Life band /bbDeath /b

The entire bSetli /bfamily relied on his fatherb. /bIf Kason inherited bit /bbnow/bb, /bbhe /bbwouldn’t /bbst /bba /bmonth before th whole thing copsed.

He’d always wanted to try isomething/i, ianything/i, no matter how desperate.

bSo/bb… /bmaybe this wasn’t such a bad gamble after all.

If she seeded, great. And if not–well, at least he could pin it on the Lane family. They had bthe /bbpower /bbto /bcushion the fallout.

Either way, he wouldn’t be the one losing.

So he stayed still.

The doctors and nurses had tried to stop her, but now they hesitated. After all, they’d already failed. bAnd /bbif /bshe insisted on continuing, who would take responsibility if they got in her way?

Everyone’s eyes fixed on Scarlett’s hands.

Then-

With the final needle driven into iBaihui/ii, /ithe crown of the head, Mr. Tristan’s chest stirred ever so slightlyb. /b

Then a sound–fragile but clear.

He coughed.

“The heart rate… it’sing back!” a nurse gasped. “Blood pressure too–it’s stabilizing!”

All eyes darted to the monitor.

The chaotic waveforms had calmed. The lines were steadying.

Scarlett didn’t stop. Her hands remained in motion. It was only after fifteen minutes that she finally withdrew the needles, one by one.

Sweat beaded on her forehead.

She checked his carotid pulse, then nced at the monitor.

And finally, she exhaled..

“Stabilized,” she announced to the stunned room.

“He’ll need a treatment nbining acupuncture and internal medicine. I’ll write a prescription. Follow it carefully.”

The doctors who had previously scolded her now only nodded silently.

No one dared question her anymore.

Then she turned to Kason, stepped up, and pinched his acupoint.

Kason’s muscles loosened all at once, and he staggered forward.

He rushed to the bed.

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His father was still unconscious–but the blue in his face was gone. His breathing had returned to ba /bcalm rhythm. A hint of color was creeping back into his cheeks.

“Dad… Dad!” Kason’s voice trembled with emotion.

Outside the ICU, the crowd had grown impatient.

“Still no news?”

“Did you notice? None of the Lane family elders came.”

“They’re probably handling cleanup behind the scenes.”

“Think about it. The little astronomer is just a kid. If the elders came, it’d look like they were bullying her.”

“More like setting Scarlett up to win no matter what.”

“Poor Seth family. They don’t even know what hit them yet.”

Reba stood tense in the hallway.

She didn’t know how capable Scarlett really was. But she’d witnessed Scarlett pull a dying Grayson back from the brink before.

iShe /iicouldn’t /iipossibly /iipull /iiit /iioff /iiagain/ii… /iicould /iishe/ii? /i