Chapter 1075

Chapter 1075 I Miss You Neera Upon hearing that Jean’s illness was acting up, Neera immediately stood up, her face turning deathly pale. So, it really did happen. How is he now? He must be feeling terrible…

Images of the man’s past suffering involuntarily flashed through her mind, throwing her heart into chaos.

“Neera? Neera? Are you listening?” On the other end of the phone, Isabella didn’t hear Neera’s voice and called out to the latter twice more.

Gritting her teeth, Neera took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. “Bell, do as I say. Help him by applying dry needling to relieve his pain.”

Isabella studied modern medicine. Although she understood dry needling, she rarely practiced it.

Upon hearing that, she was instantly startled, instinctively rejecting it. “I can’t do it. I rarely use this method for treatment-”

Neera interrupted, “You can do it, Bell. I will explain everything to you. You have to believe in yourself.

You can do it. Please, right now, you’re the only one who can help him. Can you do it for me, please?”

Seeing the agonizing pain etched on Jean’s face, Isabella hesitated for a moment before reluctantly agreeing. “All right, all right, I’ll give it a try, but I can’t promise that I’ll be able to alleviate his situation.”

As she spoke, an idea came to her, and she took the initiative to suggest it. “How about this? Let’s switch to a video call so you can guide me whenever necessary. That seems more reliable.”

“All right, let’s do it this way,” said Neera.

Soon, Isabella switched to a video call, asking lan to hold up the phone with the camera directly facing Jean.

After not seeing Jean for several days, Neera stared intently at the man on the screen, momentarily stunned.

and unable to recover.

Jean was in bad shape. His complexion was terribly off, and he had noticeably lost weight.

As Isabella said, he looked considerably worn out.

Neera’s heart ached intensely.

She had always thought that she was deeply mired in torment every day, yet she failed to notice that Jean wasn’t faring much better.

It seemed that the pain he had endured those past few days was no less than her own.

On top of that, with Frederic hospitalized due to injuries, Jean had been tirelessly keeping vigil for two days, barely resting. Consequently, Jean fell ill all of a sudden…

Just as Neéra was feeling upset, Isabella had already fetched the silver needle, ready to begin.

Time waited for no one. Rather than bear to see Jean tormented by illness again, Neera reluctantly regained her composure. Then, she began to guide Isabella on the specific meridian points for the needle insertion.

Isabella dared not slack off even the slightest bit. She mustered all her concentration, fearing to make even a single careless mistake.

Fortunately, the treatment went smoothly..

Once all the needles were properly inserted, Isabella straightened up, sinking wearily into the chair and letting out a long sigh. “All right, how much longer do we have to wait?”

Neera spoke hoarsely. “The needles can be removed in an hour.’

A sour feeling welled up in her heart. She couldn’t bear to continue watching. After speaking, she wanted to hang up the phone.

Isabella stopped her. “Wait, don’t hang up yet. Keep watching. I lack experience, and I’m afraid something may go wrong. Keep an eye on him so you can spot any issues and advise me in time.

Reluctantly, Neera agreed.

Thus, she maintained that angle, her gaze unwavering. She silently stared at the man/in the picture, focused and without blinking.

It was as though she couldn’t get enough of him.

The more she stared, the deeper her longing became.

Roughly half an hour later, Jean suddenly woke up.

He opened his eyes, his gaze meeting squarely with Neera’s eyes on the screen.

On the other end of the phone, Neera froze, caught off guard by that unexpected eye contact. It took her several seconds to regain her composure.

Her gaze suddenly had nowhere to rest. Thus, she shifted her eyes away, her heart pounding relentlessly. She didn’t even know what she was trying to avoid.

Perhaps it was due to the pain, but Jean didn’t react, just staring blankly at the screen on his phone.

Upon seeing the situation, lan hurriedly explained, “Mr. Beauvort, when you were unconscious earlier, it was Mrs. Beauvort who verbally guided Ms. Lopez to treat you. She was extremely worried when she heard that your illness had flared up. Even now, she’s still concerned about you!”

After hearing that, Jean felt as if something was tearing open in his heart. The pain was cast to the back of his mind, and he lifted his eyebrow.

He gazed tenderly at the petite woman on the screen, his voice filled with longing. “Neera, I miss you so much…