"No, this has nothing to do with me!" Dr. Jansen shook his head vehemently. "That other healer—his needles must have caused this!"

Natasha slapped him. "Stop blaming others, you bastard! I'm warning you, if anything happens to my grandfather, I'll kill you!"

Dr. Jansen paled. The Harmon family's power could easily destroy him without a trace.

Just then, Dustin entered. Seeing Andrew's condition, he frowned. "Didn't I tell you not to remove the needles?" he asked, displeased. "Why didn't you listen?"

"Mr. Rhys, just now—" Natasha began, but Dr. Jansen interrupted, grabbing Dustin by the collar.

"So you placed the needles?" he shouted. "Your stupid needling put Old Mr. Harmon in critical condition! You're responsible!" Dustin was a convenient scapegoat.

"I presume you removed the needles, then?" Dustin raised an eyebrow.

"So what if I did?"

"Nothing much. I'm just curious. How did you become a doctor with such incompetence and irresponsibility?"

"You—"

"Shut up!" Natasha pushed Dr. Jansen away and pulled Dustin to the bed. "Mr. Rhys, we have no time. Please save my grandfather!"

"He's a conman! He can't do anything!" Dr. Jansen protested angrily.

"If he can't, then you do something!" Natasha glared.

Dr. Jansen was speechless. He could have saved Andrew earlier.

As Dustin prepared to treat Andrew, Dr. Jansen warned, "Old Mr. Harmon is influential. If you fail, you'll face serious consequences."

"Then I won't treat him. You deal with it." Dustin turned to leave.

"You fucking bastard! Shut your craphole!" Natasha, livid, slapped Dr. Jansen again, sending him stumbling. Dustin, though expressionless, felt a sense of vindication. Natasha's expression softened as she pleaded, "Please, Mr. Rhys. The Harmon family will owe you a huge favor if you save my grandfather."

"It won't be easy. The toxin is aggravated. Acupuncture alone won't suffice. I need something else," Dustin said.

"I'll give you anything," Natasha replied.

"A quarter pound each of caterpillars, spiders, and cockroaches. Fry them and seal them in an airtight container."

"Ew! Why? How gross!" Ruth exclaimed in disgust.

"Stop it! Go find them!" Natasha glared, and Ruth, reluctantly, left with her bodyguards. They soon returned with the fried insects.

"Ms. Harmon, after the acupuncture, place this container near his nose and mouth," Dustin instructed.

"Will do!" Natasha nodded. "I shall begin," Dustin said, taking out his silver needles. He inserted the first needle into Andrew's lower abdomen, making it rotate rapidly. A sliver of energy entered Andrew's body. He inserted three more needles in a line, slowly forcing them upward. Andrew's skin bulged slightly with each needle.

"Bullshit," Dr. Jansen scoffed. "Acupuncture is nonsense, unscientific!"

The other doctors whispered their agreement, showing their lack of faith in alternative medicine. Dustin, drenched in sweat after placing the final needle, had used Miracle Needling—a draining technique capable of raising the dead.

"Ms. Harmon, the container," Dustin reminded.

Natasha opened it, filling the room with a pungent smell.

"More absurdities!" Dr. Jansen snorted. "Do you think needles and fried insects can save him?"

"Just because you can't, doesn't mean others can't," Dustin replied calmly.

"If you succeed, I'll eat this," Dr. Jansen challenged.

Andrew opened his mouth for the first time in days. A black centipede crawled out, drawn to the fried insects. It crawled into the container and began eating.

"A centipede? In Old Mr. Harmon's body?!" Gasps filled the room. Ruth vomited. Andrew coughed, then opened his eyes.