Chapter 99

Bernard felt a chill run down his spine as Andrew appeared, realizing this man might actually cure Mark's condition. Andrew ignored the outside commotion and swiftly used his silver needles, targeting major pressure points around Mark's body. Cedric watched intently, hoping to learn from Andrew's technique. "Such masterful needlework!" he thought. "He instantly identified Mr. Thatcher's condition and acted without hesitation. This young man truly possesses the skills of a legendary healer." His desire to become Andrew's apprentice intensified with each passing moment.

After a few minutes, Mark regained consciousness. "Two conflicting energies remain in Mr. Thatcher's body," Andrew explained, continuing the treatment. "This was caused by a martial arts master's attack; the depth of their penetration suggests it happened at least three years ago."

Mark, still slightly dazed, stared in shock. "You're right. A mysterious person attacked me when I first took office in Jayrodale, three years ago. I was severely injured. Doctors Aicker and Hackett treated me for years, and I thought I'd recovered. How did you know about the attack? Only a few close associates knew—not even Dr. Aicker."

"If I can treat your condition, Mr. Thatcher, identifying its cause isn't surprising," Andrew replied calmly. "In fact, I noticed your life was at risk at the racetrack, but you wouldn't believe me, so I let it go."

Mark looked embarrassed. "I apologize for my ignorance. My pride got the better of me."

Cedric interjected, "Dr. Lloyd, I also detected those conflicting energies. The problem is, this isn't a typical illness; my treatments and medications had no effect. Do you have other methods?"

Andrew smiled. "Naturally, your usual treatments wouldn't work. This isn't an illness; it's an internal injury from three years ago."

"Internal injury?" Cedric was surprised, never having considered that possibility.

Andrew added, "And not just any internal damage. Otherwise, it wouldn't have lingered in Mr. Thatcher's body for three years with such powerful effects."

"What kind of person could inflict such severe internal damage?" Cedric asked in amazement.

"At least a grandmaster-level practitioner trained in energy manipulation—capable of injuring or killing without leaving visible marks," Andrew explained matter-of-factly.

Mark was impressed. "Every word is accurate. My attacker was indeed a grandmaster. I took a direct hit, and while I thought I'd survived, I had no idea the effects were still so significant."

"Mr. Thatcher, please bear some pain while I expel this toxic energy," Andrew said.

"Dr. Lloyd, this was inflicted by a grandmaster—extremely dangerous. I haven't been able to rid myself of it in three years. Are you sure you can handle it without being affected?"

Andrew chuckled. "This is nothing to me!"