Chapter 246
“Mr. Kennedy, are you trying to absolve yourself of all responsibility?” Cameron knew Mikel’s intentions. He looked at him coldly and said, “But what if I do manage to cure the old man? What will you do then?”
“Do you think you can cure him? Dream on!” Mikel scoffed disdainfully.
A flicker of disgust crossed Tara’s brow. She wondered how she had never noticed Mikel’s repulsiveness before. Her opinion of him plummeted. She turned to Cameron gently and said, “Cameron, ignore him. Just focus on treating my grandfather. I’ll take responsibility for whatever happens.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll cure your grandfather,” Cameron reassured her warmly. Then, under Mikel’s resentful gaze, he rolled up Dylan’s sleeves and gently tapped a few spots on his liver area to confirm his approach.
He then took out eight silver needles. Typically, filiform needles were best for healing, followed by fire needles. Silver needles were a less favorable choice because they were usually used for more lethal purposes. However, this time, he was using them to draw out toxic blood from Dylan; it was an acceptable application. This procedure required precision, as a slight mishap could injure the patient.
“Are you using silver needles for acupuncture? Do you even have any professional knowledge?” Mikel sneered from the side. He was certain Cameron couldn’t cure Dylan’s illness.
Setting aside Cameron’s apparent lack of professional knowledge and the notion that a mere acupuncture session could cure illness, Mikel wondered when traditional medicine had become so miraculous.
“Can you shut up and keep quiet?” Cameron warned in a low voice as he tried to focus on Dylan.
Mikel huffed, but said nothing more. He was eager to see how Cameron would fare.
Cameron ignored Mikel and proceeded with precision. He took a measuring cup from the nearby instrument table, channeled his internal energy, and inserted the eight silver needles into specific acupoints on Dylan’s liver area.
Soon, dark, toxic blood began seeping out along the needles. Cameron collected it in the cup.
The onlookers were amazed by Cameron’s swift needling technique. This was their first time witnessing such a method for detoxifying a patient’s liver. They all wondered if it could really work. Tara watched anxiously, her hands clenched tightly. No one was more concerned for her grandfather’s safety than she was.
Mikel sneered inwardly. He mocked the idea that a bit of bloodletting could treat liver toxicity.
Time passed quickly. After about five minutes, the last drop of dark blood fell into the cup. Cameron exhaled a long breath and withdrew the needles.
“Did it go smoothly, Cameron?” Tara asked immediately.
“Mission accomplished,” Cameron replied with a slight smile.
Tara sighed in relief. “When will my grandfather wake up?” she asked eagerly.
Just as Cameron was about to answer, Mikel laughed scornfully. “Are you going to say Mr. Smith’s poisoning is too severe and needs several more sessions to wake up? You have no clue, do you? Do you think a bit of bloodletting counts as treatment? You’re taking us for amateurs,” Mikel taunted.
“And Dr. Smith, you should now understand my good intentions,” Mikel continued, his voice laced with self-righteousness. “I forbade him from treating your grandfather because I had already seen through his charade. He’s nothing but an uneducated charlatan, trying to take advantage of the situation to win your affection! So, you see, my feelings for you are…” Mikel’s words trailed off as he tried to express his deeper motives.
However, a cough came from the bed before Mikel could finish his sentence. It wasn’t particularly loud, but it was like a thunderclap in the quiet of the ward, capturing everyone’s attention and drawing their gazes to Dylan.
Mikel quickly looked down. His expression changed from smug satisfaction to shock. Then, to his astonishment and that of everyone present, the unconscious Dylan began slowly awakening.
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