The Rise Of The Unwanted Girl (Athena) novel Chapter 85

Chapter 85

Ferris’s pupils quivered faintly as Athena’s words struck him like a dagger to the heart.

Athena asked directly, “Do you hate them?”

“Of course I do,” Ferris replied through clenched teeth.

For countless days and nights, he had burned with the desire to tear his enemies limb from limb, to make them pay dearly for what they’d done.

His gaze fell upon his wrist, that hideous scar had shattered all of Ferris’s dreams.

The tendons in his hands and feet were all severed, he’d be disabled for life.

He couldn’t even take care of his basic needs, let alone revenge.

A wave of crushing inferiority surged through Ferris’s chest. Gritting his teeth, he desperately suppressed the fury raging inside, barely stopping himself from hurting Athena.

‘If it had been anyone else, I would’ve had them dragged out already,’ Ferris thought.

Suddenly, a small hand covered his.

Her touch was soft, with a hint of warmth that seemed to seep into his skin.

In an instant, a warmth both unfamiliar yet long–lost crept from her touch on the back of his hand, seeping straight into his heart and making it lurch violently.

Athena’s words rang in Ferris’s ears. “Trust me. I can heal you.”

He slowly raised his head, only to see Athena enveloped in a faint golden aura, her silhouette shimmering with divine radiance.

Her face was of peerless beauty, but her eyes held a frosty gaze devoid of warmth.

Ferris felt a little dazed. “Is this girl really the cheerful, talkative Athena I once knew?”

By the time he came back to his senses, Athena had already slipped a medicinal pellet into his mouth.

The pill dissolved instantly on his tongue, filling his mouth with a potent herbal aroma. Though bitter, an unexpected hint of sweetness blossomed in his

heart.

Athena said firmly, “The snow pills will keep you alive, so take one daily. I’ll use acupuncture to draw out the lingering toxins from your body. Once you’ve regained some strength, I’ll reconnect your severed tendons and restore your mobility.”

Athena’s words struck Ferris like a sledgehammer to the chest. His voice trembled uncontrollably as he stammered, “Reconnect my tendons?”

He slowly looked down at his wrist, bewilderment clouding his eyes. “How can this be?” he murmured, “Even the royal physicians said they were powerless.”

Over the years, he had consulted countless physicians, yet not a single one dared claim they could reconnect his severed tendons.

But Athena claimed she could.

Athena said confidently, “I can do what other doctors can’t, so long as you follow my treatment.”

Ferris slowly clenched his fist, the sharp pain radiating from his wrist contorting his features.

‘It’s not that I don’t trust Athena,‘ he thought, ‘but the injuries I’ve suffered are probably unlike anything she’s ever seen.‘

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Chapter 85

Ferris asked hoarsely, “Even with bone–piercing nails embedded in my bones… can you still do it?”

Bone–piercing nails were designed to shatter bones.

Thin as needles, these nails enibed themselves deep within the bone upon impact, not even the finest physicians in the world could extract them.

The only way to remove them was to cut through flesh.

Athena was shocked to discover that bone–piercing nails had been driven into Ferris’s body. Those vicious devices inflicted excruciating, unrelenting agony, pain so unbearable it could make anyone wish for death.

Due to their minute size, even cutting open the flesh often made them nearly impossible to extract.

None could survive the torment of bone–piercing nails.

Due to their extreme viciousness, these bone–piercing nails had long since been completely eradicated.

The mere mention of the bone–piercing nails was enough to send chills down one’s spine. Each nail was like a venomous snake lurking in his body, relentlessly gnawing away at his life force.

But the enemy had driven four bone–piercing nails into Ferris, not merely to cripple him, but to ensure his complete destruction.

Athena thought, ‘What kind of hell has Ferris been through to deserve all this?‘

“How many?” Athena asked, her voice trembling without her realizing it.

Ferris replied weakly, “Four… in both my wrists and ankles.”

Not content with merely crippling his tendons, the enemy sought to shatter his very bones.

Athena tightened her grip on the object, fighting to suppress the storm of emotions inside.

Her heart was torn with anxiety, not only fearing that no one could get through to Ferris, but also terrified that in his rage he might lash out at Athena.

Ever since Ferris was injured, he’d been like a wounded animal trapped in a cage, locking himself away in his room and shutting himself off from the

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Chapter 85

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