Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 725

Mrs. Stephens managed a feeble nod. “Alright,” she whispered.

Camila Davis pressed gently at several spots along Mrs. Stephens’ torso, but Mrs. Stephens’ expression remained unchanged, betraying no discomfort. Focusing her efforts, Camila shifted to the center of the chest.

Suddenly, Mrs. Stephens’ brow furrowed in pain.

Camila knew she’d found the right place.

“Ms. Davis, that hurts a little…” Mrs. Stephens murmured weakly.

Camila gave a reassuring nod and pressed into the same spot with firmer pressure.

This time, a wave of agony washed over Mrs. Stephens, draining all color from her face. The pain was so intense she couldn’t move, and Mr. Stephens, watching anxiously from her side, began to panic.

“Ms. Davis, are you sure this is working? She looks like she’s in agony!”

“Calm down,” Camila said evenly, trying to soothe him. She spread out a set of silver acupuncture needles on the table, then swiftly inserted several into Mrs. Stephens’ body.

But even after the needles were in place, Mrs. Stephens’ pain showed no sign of easing.

At that moment, Camila gave her a sharp, firm slap between the shoulder blades.

Everyone watched in shock as Mrs. Stephens’ face flushed red.

Then she doubled over, retching violently.

A mouthful of thick, black blood spewed from her lips.

“Sweetheart, are you okay?!” Mr. Stephens was terrified, torn between wanting to catch his wife and demanding answers from Camila. “What’s happening? Why is she coughing up blood?”

Dr. Jarvis Peters, himself a physician, stepped forward to examine the scene. His brow creased in concern. “That… that looks like poisoning.”

“What?” Mr. Stephens froze, his panic replaced by utter confusion. “Poison? What kind of poison?”

Camila walked over to examine the blood, frowning as well.

Mr. Stephens, seeing her silence, grew even more desperate. Just as he was about to press her for answers, Camila finally spoke.

Turning back to Mr. Stephens, she said, “There’s no need to thank me. I’m a doctor—it’s my duty and my privilege to treat patients. Now that Mrs. Stephens is out of danger, you should take her to rest.”

“Yes, absolutely!” Mr. Stephens hurried to help his wife rise.

Thanks to Camila’s treatment, Mrs. Stephens could already walk on her own, only needing a little support. Seeing Camila’s results for themselves, any doubts the onlookers still had about her abilities vanished.

Before long, people were crowding around, eager for her to examine them too.

Camila didn’t turn anyone away—she simply asked everyone to form a line.

She moved briskly from patient to patient, with Dr. Peters by her side, assisting wherever he could. He was fascinated by Camila’s techniques and bombarded her with questions, which she answered patiently and thoroughly.

An hour later, the free clinic was finished.

Camila wiped the sweat from her brow, preparing to step off the stage with Dr. Peters. But when she looked up, she saw that a long line had formed in front of the examination table—when, she had no idea.

“Ms. Davis, could you please take a look at us too?”