NovelEnglish"Okay, I'll take your word for it this time. If you cure him, the Sinclair family is willing to shell out two billion for your house call fee. Plus, we'll sing your praises in every major media outlet, hailing you as a miracle worker!" Zephyr laid out his offer.
Over these past three years, he had consulted no fewer than ten doctors and spent a small fortune, yet none of them could bring Lysander out of his slumber.
If Dr. Funke could actually wake Lysander up, no amount of money would be too much.
The prospect of two billion would send any sane person over the moon, but Dr. Funke's next words left Zephyr gobsmacked.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"The patient's wife has already compensated me, and once I accept a favor, I do not double-dip," Dr. Funke stated.
The patient's wife? Was he referring to Thalassa? Zephyr's murky gaze, sharp and hawk-like, swiveled towards Thalassa.
Feeling the piercing intensity of Zephyr's stare, Thalassa's heart skipped a beat, her face the picture of discomfort. She was about to clarify that she hadn't claimed to be Lysander's wife.
But before the words could leave her lips, Zephyr's attention had already shifted back to Dr. Funke. "When can we start?" "Right now," Dr. Funke said, and after a pause, he added, "I have a custom when I practice. I need complete silence while I'm inserting the acupuncture needles. Any noise can throw off my precision, and being off even by a millimeter can affect the treatment's outcome." "I understand," Zephyr said cooperatively. He turned to his bodyguards and instructed, "Stand guard outside the door. Don't let anyone cin and disturb us." "Understood!" The bodyguards nodded, exiting the room and closing the door behind them to stand watch. Assured of privacy, Zephyr said to Dr. Funke, "You can begin. No one will disturb you." Dr. Funke was about to speak when Zephyr, anticipating his words, interjected, "We'll just be here to assist you. After all, we are the ones who know Lysander's condition best. If you need anything, we're here to help." NOW PLAY YOUR FAVOURITE GAMES ON Thalassa shot Zephyr a surprised glance. When he said 'we', was he including her in that? Throughout these three years, Zephyr had never shown her any kindness. Suddenly being looped in with him left Thalassa flustered.
Dr. Funke didn't say anything more. He pulled out his set of silver needles and expertly found Lysander's acupuncture points. His movements were swift, precise, and unforgiving as he inserted the needles into Lysander's head. S~EaRch the Findwebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.
Thalassa stood to the side, watching anxiously, her breathing slowed. She was so concerned about disturbing Dr. Funke that she was afraid to even breathe too loudly.
Before long, Dr. Funke's forehead was beaded with sweat from his intense concentration.
And Lysander's head was studded with needles, yet he remained still, seemingly oblivious to the pain.
But Thalassa's heart was in knots, her breathing choked with empathy.
As she watched, Dr. Funke began to twist the needles one by one, driving them deeper with each turn.
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With every inch the needles sank into Lysander's head, Thalassa's heart tightened, as if the pain were hers to tightened, as if bear.
The room was deathly quiet, the silence so profound that everyone could only hear their own breathing. The atmosphere was taut, stifling, and nobody dared to breathe too loudly. In the blink of an eye, over two hours had passed.
Dr. Funke removed all the needles from Lysander's head and meticulously placed them back into his needle case.
After packing away his medical supplies, he stood up, glanced at e m Thalassa, and turned to Zephyr. M "Today's treatment is finished. I'll write up a prescription shortly. You'll need to brew the herbal remedy and make sure he drinks it."
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