Matthew took a deep breath and changed his approach. Since the first method was not working, he needed to try something different. He carefully repositioned the needles in Amara’s body with steady, precise movements. Then he pressed his fingers against specific meridian points, applying firm pressure to guide her internal energy and push the poison out.
Her body suddenly trembled hard. A moment later, a choked cough escaped her throat, and a thick, dark stream of blood poured from her mouth, splattering across the floor. As the blood left her body, the blackened veins on her neck and arms began to fade slightly, though they did not disappear completely.
Matthew let out a slow breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead. “I managed to draw some of the poison out,” he said, looking into N
