Chapter 1071

"Hold her steady."

Juniper slipped a wooden tongue depressor between the convulsing girl's teeth. Moving with rapid precision, she popped open a small case, drew out several acupuncture needles, and tapped them into specific pressure points along the girl's scalp.

"Oh, please. Look at her pretending to know what she's doing," Sheryl Yardley sneered from the sidelines, her tone dripping with venom. "If you didn't know any better, you'd think she was some legendary healer down from the mountains."

"Hey, look! She's foaming at the mouth even more!" a bystander gasped.

"You're right!"

The crowd pressed closer, anxiety rippling through them. Juniper was the campus Goddess, and her intentions were clearly good, but she wasn't a real doctor. What if she killed the poor girl?

"Goddess, how much longer?" one of the girl's friends asked, her voice trembling. "She's twitching worse, and her eyes are rolling back!"

"Quiet," Juniper commanded, her expression unflappable as she smoothly inserted another needle.

Two minutes later.

The girl's violent spasms ceased. Her breathing slowed to a steady rhythm. Slowly, her eyes fluttered open, clear and focused.

"Goddess, I think she's okay!" A cute girl from the dance department clutched her hands to her chest, her adoration dialed up to eleven. "You're so amazing! Is there anything you can't do?"

"I'm just naturally brilliant," Juniper replied with a teasing wink, nearly making the dancer swoon on the spot.

"What happened to me?" the patient mumbled, shaking her head in confusion. "Any dizziness or blurred vision?" Juniper asked, gently checking the girl's pupils. "No." The girl shook her head and whispered, "Goddess, did you save me?"

Her memory was patchy. She remembered walking, then her body locking up, losing control, and the foaming. Everything after that was a blank.

"She sure did!" the dance major chirped, practically vibrating with excitement. "The pre-med students were all too chicken to step up, so our Goddess handled it herself."

The jab was pointed a glowing compliment for Juniper and a direct slap in Sheryl's face.

"Thank you so much," the girl said earnestly. "I think it was an epileptic seizure. If it weren't for you, I could've bitten my tongue off."

Epilepsy? The crowd murmured in

realization. It wasn't some

mysterious, fatal disease. During a

seizure, the

main priority was

protecting the airway and preventing

tongue-biting until it passed. An

ambulance hadn't even been

necessary.

"Sheryl is a senior in the School of Medicine and she couldn't even recognize a basic seizure?"

The whispers started up.

"And she looks down on computer science majors? Does she have zero shame?" "Most of us get into med school on merit. Others just rely on their daddy's money." "She claims to study medicine, but who knows if she actually learns anything."

Sheryl shoved her phone into her designer bag, her face flushed with humiliation but her ego refusing to yield Blind luck, that's all it was! don't believe poking someone with a few needles actually cures O anything."

"Wow." A guy in the crowd finally had enough and stepped forward. "That's acupuncture—a staple of ancient healing arts. You're a med student and you don't even respect holistic medicine? How embarrassing."

"You didn't do a damn thing when

she was seizing, but the second someone else saves her, you start running your mouth another student chimed Did the Schoo of Medicine teach you how to save lives, or just how to be a raging bitch?"

"Say that to my face again!" Sheryl shrieked, jabbing a manicured finger at the two students.

"They just did. Got a problem with it?"

Juniper took a single step forward. The brave students instantly scurried behind her back like chicks seeking shelter, though they still poked their heads out to boldly add, "Yeah, exactly!"

Sheryl was left fuming, completely speechless.