“Perhaps you will like what I’m about to do next,” he muses, “since it doesn’t involve needles.”
This ought to be a relief to me, but somehow, it’s not.
“You will have noticed that I left your arms free. Do you remember my lessons on nerve endings and meridians? So far, I have limited myself to stimulating them by stroking, or, if the sensation I want to produce is pain, pressing down on pressure points. Now, I think it’s time to use some sharper tools. I’ll start with a scalpel.” He pulls one of the foil-wrapped packages off the baking sheet and opens it. “As you can see, this scalpel has a single-bladed edge, and a sharp point. The edge and point can both be used on nerve paths. The point can also be pressed into meridians, either with or without drawing blood.”
He lifts my right arm,
