The Established Siblings of the Pack

The Mitterans were boiling with anger over what they heard as their fair faces instantly grew as red as

the reddest rubies.

“Why are you all so pleased with yourselves?! That patient’s movement earlier might have just been a

reflex action!”

The other Mitterans echoed the point made. “That’s right! The patient hasn’t recovered at all! As long

as the patient isn’t standing on his own two feet, we won’t acknowledge Qustia’s traditional medicine!”

“True! We’ll even sue you for throwing mud at our dignity! How dare you call us white chimpanzees?!

You bunch of yellow swines!”

Being the targets of the Mitterans’ insult, everyone present was fuming with rage as the prior

excitement they had instantly vanished.

Although Hewlett’s words were hard pills to swallow, the others couldn’t deny the slightest possibility

that the movement Joshua did were mere reflexes. After all, the patient was still not standing on his

own yet. Until then, no one could possibly predict what the final outcome would be.

“Were we celebrating too soon? Will a miracle really happen?”

“Ugh, I really hope that the patient will be able to stand up in the end. That’ll show those Mitterans!”

“Yeah, don’t just get our hopes up like that…”

After listening to their discussion, Matt became much more composed and secretly sighed in relief. “In

the first place, the chances for such a miracle is…”

Simultaneously, Kingsley was getting into the final phase as the nine gold needles—that looked like

they had grown wings—kept circling around at his fingertips. In the next second, the needles all flew to

the various acupoints on Joshua. However, whether the needles were pricking, kneading, flicking, or

twisting at the acupoints, even the ones present couldn’t comprehend.

Nevertheless, they were all captivated by the impressive display of Kingsley’s technique as they

subconsciously held their breath. Among them, only Matt coldly snorted before he whispered

dismissively, “Such petty tricks! You might as well make juggling your main career!”

Following that, as a bead of sweat from Kingsley’s forehead dripped down onto the ground, he said to

the patient, “Mr. Johnson, the next will be the most crucial part of the treatment. You’ll have to endure it

no matter what!”

Joshua clenched his teeth and nodded in response. “I’m ready! Do it!”

Immediately after Joshua’s answer, with the exception of the round needle, Kingsley had the other

eight gold needles between each of his fingers and spread them in the shape of a fan.

The respective acupoints Kingsley targeted were ST-36, ST-40, ST-37, GB-39, ST-41, Liv-3, and SP-6.

He planned to insert the needles into the various acupoints following the stomach meridians starting

from top to bottom of Joshua’s body. Right now, it was as though Kingsley’s fingers had wills of their

own as each of his fingers was handling the needles delicately. With a twist of the needles as they left

his fingers, they flew as though they were birds spreading their wings.

At this moment, Joshua suddenly jerked and twitched, as though he was in a seizure. His eyes started

to turn upward, while he started to foam traces of blood at the corners of his mouth.

“Ahhhh!” Joshua howled with his screams filled with agony, giving the others present goosebumps.

“Endure it! Just another three more minutes!” bellowed Kingsley.

As though he was practicing the very saying: ‘out with the old, in with the new,’ Kingsley severed

Joshua’s stomach meridians and reconstructed them with the Gorgion’s technique. This moment was

the very reason why he told Joshua to get a medical checkup and nutrition shots.

Those who lacked both inner vitality and a weak constitution would not be able to bear the pain of

having one’s meridians severed.

However, the others who were watching did not know this fact. As they looked at how ghastly Joshua’s

appearance had become due to the extreme pain, they all spoke up in fear.

“This is bad! The patient’s going to die!”

“Good heavens! He’s going to kill him!”

Even the other doctors from other hospitals shouted, “Where are the doctors from Hill Crest?! Hurry up

and save the patient!”

Jeffred was about to send his staff to help save the patient but was prevented from doing so by Matt.

“Director Church, don’t be in such a hurry. It’s not the time yet.”

Jeffred couldn’t stop having cold sweats as he looked at Joshua—who had curled up into a ball from

the pain—howling in agony with screams much more intense one after another. “President Fox, what is

the meaning of this? If we don’t hurry and save the patient now, it’ll be too late for him!”

Smiling slyly, Matt replied, “If it really were too late by then, it’ll be a fortunate accident on our part!”

“President Fox, what are you saying?! It’ll be an accident that stains our hospital’s reputation!”

“Director Church, don’t worry! Should that man lose his life here, the one who will suffer from that

man’s death is that Nicholson brat! I will help you clean up anything negative related to the hospital

from this!” said Matt with joy figuratively bursting out from his heart.

For Matt, should Joshua really die under Kingsley’s acupuncture treatment in public, then it would be

more than just a disgrace to Kingsley’s reputation. All Matt had to do was cooperate with Felix a little,

and Kingsley would be spending the rest of his life behind bars.

Jeffred wanted to speak up but held his tongue in the end. To him, the death of a patient mattered little,

as long as he could keep his position as the director of the hospital.