Chapter 165

Dustin ran his fingers over his lips, savoring the lingering fragrance. He blushed. How embarrassing to have a kiss stolen in broad daylight!

"Hmph!" A disdainful scoff came from the doorway. Dustin looked up to see a familiar figure walking away indignantly. Dahlia got into her car, sped off, and disappeared down the road in the blink of an eye.

"Was that—Dahlia?" Natasha asked teasingly.

"Looks like it," Dustin nodded blankly.

"Aren't you going after her to explain what she just saw?" Natasha raised an eyebrow.

"What's there to explain? We're divorced! It's not like I'm cheating on her," Dustin stood his ground.

"You've got a point there," Natasha smiled. She thought to herself, You're mine now; why would you need to explain to anyone else?

As they conversed, another car pulled up. A paunchy man, Malcolm Shane, emerged. He surveyed his surroundings as he entered.

"Hey, isn't this Dr. Shane? Why is he here?" Natasha was amazed. Dr. Malcolm Shane was a nationally renowned acupuncturist, highly sought after by the wealthy and powerful.

"Mr. Rhys! So it's true you're here!" Malcolm's gaze fixed on Dustin. He beamed.

"Dr. Shane, it's an honor. May I know what brings you here today?" Dustin was puzzled.

"Mr. Rhys, your treatment of the venomous insect was truly an eye-opener! That's why I'm here. I'd like to seek your advice and guidance. I hope you can impart some wisdom," Malcolm humbly requested.

Even Natasha was astounded. The great Dr. Shane, a leading figure in the medical field, was here to seek advice from Dustin? She knew Dustin's medical skills were proficient, but this was still a shock.

"Dr. Shane, you flatter me. You're my senior, with far more experience. I'm not fit to offer advice, but I'll do my best to help," Dustin waved his hand dismissively.

Chapter 165 (Continued)

For someone of Malcolm's stature to seek advice was proof of Dustin's abilities. Most people in his position wouldn't humble themselves to seek guidance from someone like Dustin.

"Don't be modest, Mr. Rhys. Your medical skills are unique. I'm ashamed of my inadequacy, especially regarding mystical arts. I truly admire it," Malcolm hesitated.

"If you're interested, I have a book that might help." Dustin retrieved a yellowed ancient manuscript from a drawer. "This manuscript details various uses of mystical arts in medicine. You can study it if you wish."

"Awesome! I'm truly grateful, Mr. Rhys!" Malcolm was elated. He took the manuscript and began flipping through it, becoming increasingly excited by the profound knowledge within.

"Dr. Shane, Dustin gave you a book; aren't you going to return the favor?" Natasha teased. Dustin might be generous, but as his future wife, she wouldn't let people take advantage of him.

"Ah, right! I nearly forgot." Malcolm patted himself down and produced a set of golden needles. "Mr. Rhys, these golden needles are made of mystical gold. They're exceptionally durable and impervious to fire and water. I've had them for ten years. They're considered rarities; I hope you'll accept them."

Before Dustin could refuse, Natasha smiled and accepted them. Golden needles made of mystical gold! These were the objects of countless doctors' dreams—a treasure! She saw no reason to refuse.