The Real Heiress Rules the World (Sloane Rivers) novel Chapter 427

Chapter 427 Who’s Torturing Who Now

Chapter 427 Who’s Torturing Who Now

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“Don’t rush it,” Sloane said calmly. “Professional soldiers have their pride; when real danger comes, they’ll realize just how much they need these ‘fancy pills.“”

By four in the morning, the desert’s chill still clung to the air as the team prepared to depart. Captain Marcus assigned the three weakest camels to Sloane’s group; their share of water and rations was barely half of what the others received.

“Use it sparingly,” Marcus mocked. “Just keep up with the rest of us; you won’t need that much anyway”

As the others mounted up, Lucas checked the gear on their camel and, without a word, slipped a miniature tracker into the hidden pocket of Marcus’s backpack.

Before long, the sun blazed over the dunes, turning the desert into an oven. The temperature soared past fifty degrees Celsius. Shawn’s lips had cracked and bled, yet he still held out his canteen to Sloane. “Dr. Rivers, please–have some water.”

Sloane shook her head and pulled a few pale green tablets from her medical kit. “Keep these under your tongue; they’ll slow down moisture loss.”

Hart happened to walk by and let out a derisive snort. “More of your hocus–pocus.” Still, he tossed his own canteen at her. “Take it; I’m not getting blamed for letting someone die of thirst.”

By noon, a sudden sandstorm swept across the desert, forcing the convoy to halt. Captain Marcus barked orders to set up temporary cover, but to his surprise, Sloane and her team had already used the camels and waterproof sheets to assemble a sturdy wind shelter.

“Over here!” Sloane shouted to a few stragglers. “There’s still room!”

Several soldiers stumbled inside, coughing and half–blind from the blowing sand. Sloane immediately pulled out a fine silver needle and began treating one man whose eyes were scorched by grit.

“Stop! What the heck are you doing?” another soldier shouted, grabbing her wrist. When he saw the needle in her hand, his face went pale. “You’re gonna stab his eyes with that thing?”

The group erupted in panic. A few of the taller soldiers drew their guns, aiming straight at Sloane.

“Drop your weapons!” Lucas stepped in front of her instantly, his eyes cold and sharp.

Marcus approached, his tone like ice. “What’s going on here?”

Sloane lifted the needle steadily. “It’s acupuncture; it can treat his eye injury. Sand has embedded in his cornea–if it’s not handled now, he could develop a serious infection.”

“Bullshit!” the injured man screamed. “You think sticking needles in my eyes is treatment? You’re insane!”

Shawn stepped forward quickly. “Acupuncture is a traditional medical technique; it’s been practiced in my country for thousands of years-”

“Thousands of years of witchcraft!” another soldier barked, cutting him off. “Captain, they’re clearly up to no good!”

Marcus’s eyes narrowed as he stared at the thin glint of metal. “In our country, sticking needles near someone’s eyes counts as torture.”

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Chapter 427 Who’s Torturing Who Now

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The air in the tent grew tense enough to snap. Sloane took a slow breath, then calmly inserted the needle into the back of her own hand. “See? Completely harmless.”

The soldiers stared in stunned silence as the needle trembled lightly against her skin.

Just then, the injured man groaned in agony; his eyes were so swollen he couldn’t open them. Sloane seized the moment. “If we don’t treat him now, he’ll lose his sight for real!”

Marcus hesitated, jaw tight, then finally gritted out, “You’d better pray your acupuncture works.”

Sloane’s hands moved with practiced precision; she tapped three fine points around the man’s eye. Within a minute, he blinked in astonishment. “It… it doesn’t hurt anymore. It actually worked!”

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