Clara wasn’t an educated woman. So fortunately for Arielle, she thought Arielle was a doctor who was used to bringing her medical equipment out, so she didn’t press on.
Rubbing her hands nervously, she asked, “Miss, do you need me to help you?”
Arielle pushed her needles into various acupoints on Russell’s body and replied, “Get me a towel.”
Clara immediately handed her a towel. She thought she was about to help Arielle in her treatment, but to her surprise, Arielle’s request was to let Clara wipe her sweat. At that, Clara was confused.
“My sweat will affect my vision. Your job is to keep my vision clear,” explained Arielle.
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