Love At The Wrong Table

They couldn’t shake the feeling that Emmanuel was either a lunatic or a swindler claiming to exploit honest folks for their medical bills.

However, Emmanuel opted not to engage in an argument with him. Tommy’s still depending on the hospital’s medical equipment and care. I won’t let anyone take him elsewhere for treatment.

But what do I do now? I need to perform acupuncture on Tommy to speed up his recovery.

“Let him proceed with the treatment, Dr. Wimbledon! It’ll be fine!”

Rob appeared unexpectedly, accompanied by his disciple, Schmidt.

One was the hospital’s authoritative modern medicine doctor, while the other held the title of honorary dean.

Ever since Emmanuel introduced the Longevity Pill, they had been intensely immersed in studying traditional medicine, even toying with the idea of exploring immortality!

Upon hearing about someone intending to perform acupuncture on a child patient in their hospital, they hurried over immediately.

They found the idea of treating a concussion with acupuncture unheard of, sparking curiosity about the person behind the decision.

But once they realized it was Emmanuel, they breathed a sigh of relief. We got worried over nothing!

“Thank you.” After expressing his gratitude, Emmanuel wasted no time and commenced the acupuncture procedure.

With remarkable precision and skill, he wielded the silver needles, showcasing impressive technique!

performance, each needle was placed

and Schmidt nodded their approval from

a miracle happening before

to show signs of awakening. His eyelids fluttered, and

is this

Wimbledon, the attending physician, had assessed Tommy thoroughly and predicted he would be unconscious

day, he felt his expertise being challenged and deeply ashamed. If

“Incredible!”

traditional medicine skills, grateful

Lowe, would you consider taking me under your wing in the field of

of Chanaea. If it entails apprenticing under you, I’m more than willing to commit!” Rob’s proposal sent shockwaves through

in the Onza medical community seeking apprenticeship under Emmanuel was

humbly turned him down. “You flatter me, Mr. Rob. I will certainly consider your proposal when I have the time, but I am currently occupied. Perhaps another day!”

sighed, grasping the implications. I guess that

what happened

could be heard from outside the

the ward, disregarding the number of people present, desperate to reach Tommy’s

are you doing