Uncovering My Wife's Secrets

Chapter 205 Not Hard To Poison One Cup

Everyone looked at the blackened silver needles in surprise.

Old Mr. Graham and Old Mr. Hector had come with Annalise Barton and the others, with the intention to welcome

Master Quigley together.

After that, when they saw Annalise rushing over, they did not know what had happened and followed her as well.

Following that, they saw Old Mr. Parks convulsing uncontrollably and his eyes kept rolling upwards. Immediately

after that, Annalise performed a series of smooth operations with practiced ease.

The two elderly men stared without blinking.

Now that they saw the silver needles had turned black, they exchanged looks with each other and felt very

impressed with Annalise’s medical skills inwardly.

Then they heard Annalise say, “Mr. Graham, please help me get a set of fire cups for cupping therapy.” “Sure, sure.

I’ll go get them immediately.” Old Mr. Graham was very happy to run errands for Annalise.” There was a room set

aside for traditional medicine practitioners in the exhibition center. There were some simple medical tools inside.

Old Mr. Graham was in his sixties, but he was very sprightly and ran very quickly.

In less than five minutes, he had brought the fire cups over, huffing and panting as he did so.

Annalise began to remove the acupuncture needles.

Jonathan Woods also followed suit.

Annalise reached out to check Samuel’s pulse again.

After she induced vomiting and neutralized the poison using the silver needles, Samuel’s condition was much better

than before.

He would improve further if Annalise used cupping therapy with heat to extract more poisoned blood.

However, in Samuel’s condition, the damage to his body could not be ascertained at all. How long would it take for

his body to recover?

Without further thought, Annalise took the fire cups and prepared to administer cupping therapy for Samuel. She

had to roll up Samuel’s trouser legs to administer acupuncture just now.

For the acupoints higher up, she couldn’t pull up the trouser legs, so she inserted those few needles through the

fabric based on her instincts.

There was no way to perform cupping therapy through the trousers’ fabric. Furthermore, it was not easy to

perform this kind of therapy on the legs.

Annalise thought for a moment and chose a few acupoints below Samuel’s thigh.

Gwen Raven had also studied traditional medicine since she was young. When she saw Annalise was preparing to

administer cupping therapy, she said, “Mrs. Parks, it’s indeed very helpful to the body to extract some poisoned

blood using cupping therapy after the acupuncture treatment. But you should know that it is impossible to apply the

cupping vessels on the legs firmly. If the cupping vessels cannot be affixed securely, the therapy is totally useless. I

suggest that we immediately take the opportunity now to send Old Mr. Parks for gastric lavage treatment.”

Annalise glanced at Gwen indifferently. She reached out and touched Samuel’s leg. Then, she affixed a glass cup on

his leg firmly.

The flame expelled the air from the cup, and the cup remained attached to Samuel’s leg tightly.

As the cup was placed in the same spot where acupuncture was done just now, a drop of blood was sucked out the

moment the air pressure dropped. The drop of blood was black and looked especially conspicuous under the glass

cup.

Gwen was utterly speechless.

Annalise’s action was a direct slap in the face for Gwen. She had no way to respond to Annalise.

Gwen stared fixedly at the cups in disbelief.

She had tried administering cupping therapy on legs before, but she couldn’t get sufficient suction for the cups to

stick firmly.

Even if she managed to get the cups to stick to the skin, they would drop off after more than ten seconds at

most.

If the patient was particularly fat and had a lot of flesh, the suction effect would be better.

It was impossible to affix the cups with suction firmly on someone as thin as the Old Mr. Parks.

Yet, Annalise actually accomplished this.

How did she do it? Was Annalise really such a great doctor?

That was impossible!

Gwen had studied traditional medicine since she was young. When she grew up, she also studied modern medicine.

Not only did she undergo formal professional training, but she was also very hardworking. That was how she had

attained her achievements at this point in her life.

Annalise grew up in the countryside. How could she possess such good medical skills?

Then, realization dawned on Gwen.

There was a saying, “Practice makes perfect.”

Annalise Barton grew up in the countryside. Perhaps she often performed cupping therapy for her relatives in the

countryside. After doing it so often, she became very adept at it.

This also explained why Gwen, who was a medical doctor with professional training, was unable to perform cupping

therapy on legs while Annalise could do it easily.

While Annalise was giving Samuel cupping therapy, Samuel’s body stopped convulsing and his eyes stopped rolling

upwards.

He lay in Julian Parks’s arms and opened his eyes slowly. “I… What happened to me?”

“Grandpa, you’re fine. If you feel sleepy, just close your eyes and rest for a while,” Annalise said.

Julian comforted his grandfather. “Grandpa, you sleep for a while. I’ll bring you home later.”

Samuel felt really sleepy and closed his eyes again..

The tears fell down Cassandra Parks’ face.

Earlier, she thought she was going to lose her older brother.

The convulsing body and rolling eyes were too terrifying. It was as if her brother would be gone in the next second.

A waiter came over and began clearing the teacups from the table.

“Leave them!” Annalise barked out an order.

As her tone was too harsh, the waiter got a shock.

“Do you still want these teacups?” The waiter had an innocent expression.

“I told you to leave them, so just leave them!” Annalise said icily.

inhumane.

This poison was too strong. Anyone who was so ruthless was simply

Annalise did not know which cup Samuel was drinking from, so of course, she could not let anyone take any teacups

away.

When she saw that the waiter’s attempt to take the teacups away failed, Abigail Barton immediately looked at Layla

Ziegler.

Layla glanced at Abigail with displeasure. Then, she asked Annalise softly, “How is Old Mr. Parks now, Is he alright?

We were really frightened just now.”

Cassandra glanced at Layla. When she saw Layla’s calm expression, her expression softened a little.

Anna?

Layla Ziegler had married into the Parks family 20 years ago and had never caused any problems. She was

probably not responsible.

“He’s alright. Grandpa is doing well. He’ll be more alert after a nap,” Annalise said.

Of course, she would not let them know that Samuel’s condition was actually very bad.

“That’s good. That’s good.” Layla looked very happy.

“What the heck happened?” Tony Parks scolded Abigail. “What kind of drink did you give your Grandpa? Huh?”

“Dad, I really don’t know anything I just thought that since our whole family was sitting here, I decided to bring a

tray of tea over as I was afraid the waiters wouldn’t serve us well. I just want everyone to treat me as part of the

family like before and not look down on me. Those things are all in the past” Abigail’s voice became softer and

softer.

“You don’t know anything? Then why did your Grandpa get poisoned after drinking your tea? Huh?” Tony was

absolutely furious.

He really detested Abigail more and more. She could even get someone poisoned when pouring tea. What was

wrong with her?

Abigail’s head drooped even lower as tears streamed down her face. She sounded extremely aggrieved. “Dad, I

really don’t know what’s going on. I was holding a tray of tea. Everyone drank it. I drank it too… Sean Hiller

interrupted in a displeased voice. “It’s not hard to add poison to one of the cups.”

“I didn’t. I really didn’t.” Abigail shook her head with red-rimmed eyes. She made herself appear as aggrieved as

she could.

Albert Parks tried to help Abigail out. “It couldn’t be Abigail. Christopher and I got our own tea just now. If something

was wrong with the beverage, we should all be affected as well. Perhaps the waiter accidentally dropped something

into the tea and a chemical reaction happened, which made it poisonous.”

“Which waiter dares to drop poisonous stuff into the tea?” Cassandra retorted bluntly.

Albert was not pleased. “Cassandra, why are you looking at me like that? I did not add the poison. How would I

know why the tea was poisoned?”