Chapter 378
"Everyone, evacuate immediately!" Andrew Smith commanded in a low voice, his gaze sweeping over each soldier's face.
Luna White had already knelt beside Ethan Lewis, silver needles glinting coldly between her fingers. She tore open his bloodstained military uniform, revealing the horrifying wound beneath.
The cave was eerily silent, with only Andrew's steady breathing echoing in the air. He knelt on one knee beside Luna, his intense eyes fixed on her.
Luna bit her lip. That fleeting sensation couldn't have been wrong—Andrew indeed possessed some power that could alleviate the side effects of her supernatural ability. Though the reason remained unclear, saving lives took priority now.
She abruptly grabbed Andrew's hand. His large palm immediately closed around hers, warmth spreading from their intertwined fingers.
"Beginning now," Luna murmured.
The moment the needles pierced the acupuncture points, an unprecedented surge of energy erupted from within her. This time, her ability carried an almost domineering force, startling even herself.
Both of them turned their attention to Ethan.
His pallid complexion gradually regained color, his chest rising and falling steadily. Most astonishingly, the wound on his abdomen began healing at a visible rate!
Luna's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly released Andrew's hand. No—if this continued, the wound would fully close, making it impossible to explain!
As expected, the moment their connection broke, the healing slowed. But strangely, this time, she only felt a faint chill instead of the usual bone-piercing cold.
"Andrew, call Dr. Lily for sutures," Luna said without looking up. "If we work together, we can save him."
Andrew studied her deeply. "Don't push yourself." Those four simple words sent a tremor through her heart.
He had noticed.
Lily Collins rushed over, her eyes widening in shock at Ethan's condition. "Good heavens! Dr. White, your acupuncture—"
"No time for chatter. Sutures, now," Luna cut her off. "I'll handle anesthesia."
Lily sprang into action—disinfecting, threading needles, stitching—her movements fluid from months of frontline experience.
As the needles moved between pressure points, Luna could sense Ethan's vitals stabilizing. When the final stitch was tied, she finally exhaled in relief.
"Change the dressings on schedule. He'll recover," she said, withdrawing the needles, her fingertips trembling slightly.
Andrew reached out to steady her shoulder, his warmth seeping into her again. Luna looked up, meeting his profound gaze, and her heartbeat stuttered.
What unknown connection existed between them?