Quentin's heart trembled with shock.
"Master Roberts, what is this?" Anthony asked, frowning in confusion.
"Silence!" Quentin barked; his eyes still glued to Bruce's every movement. Anthony, startled by the sudden reprimand, instinctively shut his mouth.
Quentin had no time for Anthony's questions. His eyes were fixated on Bruce, who, with a calm yet practiced ease, positioned Old Master Stewart in the chair. After quickly disinfecting the silver needles, Bruce began the procedure.
The silver needles shimmered under the light, their varying lengths giving an impression of extreme danger.
Yet, in Bruce's hands, they moved with grace, precision, and confidence, almost like a performance. Every motion was fluid, each needle striking the exact acupoint without hesitation.
Quentin was ut
