From what he knew, even among physicians, those who truly mastered acupuncture techniques were few and far between. Medical arts and alchemy alike required years of accumulation. Knowledge without depth was useless. Zora was simply too young.
Zora nodded lightly, her response neither humble nor arrogant.
"The poison in Marcus's body is extremely fierce," Gerrad continued, his gaze steady. "Acupuncture alone may not be sufficient."
His words were a reminder, not a rebuke.
Zora met his eyes calmly, her expression unwavering. "Vice-Principal, please rest assured. I know what I'm doing."
There was no tremor in her voice, no trace of doubt.
This green-scaled python poison was not unfamiliar to her. She had studied it, refined it, and even extracted it before. Detoxifying it now was not reckless confidence, but practiced certainty.
Clarissa's eyes widened slightly in disbelief. She had not expected Zora to respond to the vice-principal with such composure, let alone such confidence.
