Hearing this, they were shocked. They had met many famous doctors who had attempted to treat Alfred, but this was the first time anyone had asked them to remove his clothes.

Jonathan was the first to react, cautiously asking, "Is that necessary?"

Roxanne glanced at him oddly. "I'm about to treat Old Mr. Queen, and his shirt will hinder my treatment. Can someone help? Quickly, please."

Everyone in the room, including the medical team, exchanged uneasy glances. They had no idea why removing the patient's shirt was necessary.

Jonathan hesitated, then gritted his teeth and stepped forward. Seeing her brother comply, Frieda panicked. "What kind of treatment is this? Why?"

Before she could finish, Roxanne pulled a quaint wooden box from her medical kit. Inside, a scroll revealed hundreds of large and small silver needles arranged neatly.

Frieda's shock rendered her speechless. Roxanne, ignoring Frieda, selected and disinfected the necessary needles with alcohol.

Meanwhile, Jonathan struggled to move Alfred closer. One hand steadied the unconscious old man while the other fumbled with his shirt. Alfred's unconsciousness made the task even more difficult.

Lucian's gaze darkened as he watched Roxanne. Seeing Jonathan's struggle, he set Estella down, ordering, "I'll help Jonathan. Stay here and don't move, okay?"

She nodded obediently as her father joined them, silently assisting Jonathan in removing Alfred's shirt.

"Thanks, Lucian," Jonathan said gratefully.

Lucian nodded silently.

Roxanne's eyelashes flickered when she noticed Lucian, but she quickly regained her composure, focusing on the needles.