The Princess and the Paupers

Arabella went on, “Compared to modern medical treatments, traditional medicine is more clear–cut, more proactive, and without
any side effects.” Once she dropped this bomb, the entire class of neurology students broke out in applause. She’s too good!
Way to go, Arabella!
Before, they were always getting crushed by the surgery students during class.
Who would’ve thought that the tide would turn with Arabella’s arrival. Now they could hold their heads high too!
Audrey was left speechless by Arabella’s words, utterly embarrassed.
“Seems like Arabella’s been hitting the books hard on this topic. Yeah, the medicine Arabella mentioned does indeed belong to
traditional herbal medicine, and the cold capsules are indeed a mix of two medicines. Well said, Arabella. Audrey, you’ll have to
step up your game after class. You may sit down now.”
Audrey sat down awkwardly, at which point her friend Chloe couldn’t help but stand up and say, “Professor Lambert, I have a
question for Arabella.” Professor Lambert could clearly see the rivalry brewing between the surgery students and the neurology
students, or, to be more precise, their animosity toward Arabella,
“Arabella, you make traditional herbal medicine sound like the bee’s knees, I’ve had a cold for six days now, but why hasn’t the
traditional herbal medicine, worked? Are you misinformed about traditional herbal medicine, exaggerating its effects, or is it just
not as effective as modern medicine? After all, you major in neurology, so you are not an expert in the traditional herbal
medicine.”
This question was clearly a jab, but Arabella simply responded nonchalantly, “Who knows what you’ve been eating with your
meds?”
Taking a pack of medicine every day was one thing; taking it every three days was another. Who knew if she’s been eating
something that interfered with the medicine?
Chloe laughed out of frustration. “I bet all Arabella can do is talk the talk. When it comes to treating an actual illness, she
probably doesn’t know jack.”
“Do you really need to overthink such a simple issue?” Arabella looked at her with interest and asked, “You want to get better?
Come up to the podium.”

Chloe froze, as did the rest of the class. What was Arabella up to?
They were all puzzled.
“What, are you scared?” Arabella smirked at her.
“Who said I’m scared?”
Even though she had no idea what Arabella was planning, she figured she wouldn’t do anything outrageous in front of everyone.
Seeing the two students approach the podium, Professor Lambert stepped back with interest. He was curious to see how
Arabella would handle this.
“Give me your hand, Arabella said casually.
Chloe reached out her hand. Was Arabella going to take Chloe’s pulse? Did she even know that?
Arabella placed her hand on Chloe’s pulse, then turned to Professor Lambert.
When the bell rang earlier, she saw Professor Lambert bring in an acupuncture kit. Now she asked politely, “Professor Lambert,
may I borrow your acupuncture kit?”
Professor Lambert: “Sure, it’s on the desk.”
Acupuncture? Arabella planned to treat Chloe’s cold with acupuncture? Wasn’t she majoring in neurology? How can she master
the medical skills of other countries?
Had she lost her mind? Was she really a talent?
Chloe quickly pulled her hand away. “Are you a doctor? You are a neurology major. Can anyone just perform acupuncture?”
‘You said you wanted to get better, right?” Arabella quickly disinfected a silver needle with alcohol. Seeing Chloe hide her hand
behind her, too scared to reach out, Arabella grabbed her hand directly, disinfected a spot on the radial side of her thumb near
the nail with an alcohol swab, and promptly inserted the needle.
“Ah.” Chloe let out a startled yelp.