Chapter 3: Chi Acupuncture
Isla came back running while carrying a makeshift bag of cloth.
Try to catch her breath, Isla placed the cloth beside Yaya as the latter tried her best to sit up from her bed.
Spreading the cloth and seeing the rusty needles, she smiled wryly and looked at Isla who immediately bowed her head.
"T-The house manager doesn't want to g-give me the needles as he thought you are dead and I was only bluffing about y-your... I-I could on get the scraps from the storage--" Seeing her guilt, Yaya shook her head and cut her short.
"Nahhh... chill gurl. This will suffice." Yaya smiled then took a needle then started wiping the rust off of it.
While Yaya was trying her best to clean the needles, Isla was confused at the word 'chill'. But before she could contemplate deeply, a loud shout was heard.
"ISLA! FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! WHERE ARE THE NEEDLES!" The house manager shouted as he stormed his way to Yaya's bed chambers.
BANG!
"You piece of shii--... T-Third miss!" He was stupified at the sight of Yaya wipping the rusty needles.
He can clearly remember the pale complexion of the third miss while lying down on the cold floor with an empty bottle on her hand.
He even orchestrated the suicide to make it look like the Third Miss killed herself due to depression of being a cripple. After the deed, he immediately sent a prepared letter to the capital through dove mail, messaging the clan about the suicide of the third miss.
While he was confused and flabbergasted, Yaya was calmly cleaning the needles until she shouted in a tone unfamiliar to both Isla and the house manager.
"Hey stinking old man! Its RUDE to storm your way inside the bedchambers of a lady don't you think? On top of that, I'm the third miss of the family that you are serving. Care to explain yourself?" Her voice was weak but the intent made up for the volume as the manager and Isla look at her with confusion on their faces.
"B-But... you died... I.... You killed.. yourself..."
"Yeah and I'm still alive. Also, Isla told me that you wouldn't give her the things I was asking for, is that true?" Yaya asked while measuring the needles with both of her hands without even glancing at the old man.
"I... I mean... you have already sold your... t-things... yes.. don't you remember young miss... , you asked me to sold... you sold--" Before he could even finish his sentence, a needle flew towards his direction and stabbed at the door.
"Don't give me bullshit! Why would I even entrust you my belongings!" Yaya fumed as she can still clearly remember the reason she commited suicide.
If she was right with her calculation, she tried to kill herself yesterday night. It was also because of all the bullying from her family and even servants that she received and pushed her to commit the deed.
In fact, this old man was the one that instigated her with a poison as her immature self immediately accepted the offer.
Swallowing his own saliva, the old man started to calculate and think of ways to get out of this situation but before he could even move a muscle, Yaya took another needle and immediately stab her nape.
Seeing this, the old man was internally celebrating upon seeing her killing herself once again, but before he could jump in joy, Yaya suddenly stood up from her bed and started puncturing her body with needles one at a time.
"M-miss..."
"Thi-third miss..."
Both the old man and Isla was stupified. However, Yaya did not paid them any attention as she was fully concentrating her mind on the chi acupuncture.
This medicinal treatment was something she learned from reading books and chinese medicine shops. Then later, she started to apply it to her own medicine until it became a vital ingredient in her research, the cure.
It was quite a weird way to cure poison and yet it was one of the most effective. Soon the needles darken slowly until black blood seeped out of them. Replacing them one by one, Yaya slowly felt relieved from the torment of the poison eating away her vitality.
'Good thing the poison did not damage that much organs. All I need is rest and food after this.'
Placing the stained needle on the cloth, she then stood up with poise then glared at the old man who was slowly escaping. "And where do you think you are going?"
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