Dr. York nodded and said, “Young Master Wayne is fine now.”

Timothy immediately let out a sigh of relief but Mrs. Wayne was infuriated. “You’re asking 300 million for five minutes of your time?

Matthew Larson, can you even accept this amount of money on your conscience?! Darling, there’s no need to pay him so much. In my opinion, paying him 100,000 is more than enough!”

“Zip your mouth!” Timothy scolded angrily. “Since Mr. Larson already saved our son, we have to pay the price that we promised! I never once went back on my word in my life!”

Matthew smiled and said, “Don’t worry, I never go back on my word either. Timothy, saving your son was easy, but saving you will be difficult!”

“Me?” Timothy was surprised. “Mr. Larson, I’m not ill at all. What’s there to save?”

“You’re not ill?” Matthew scoffed. “Pull up your shirt.”

Doubtful, Timothy pulled up his shirt and revealed his stomach. All of a sudden, Matthew poked him at seven different acupuncture points. In an instant, Timothy’s face turned red and he was gasping for air.

are you doing?!” Mrs. Wayne

said, “Look at

 

turned to look and watched as Timothy’s stomach slowly shrunk inward. Gradually, the outline of a face appeared. It had a nose, eyes, and

Mrs. Wayne yelled in

had seen such a thing

York’s expression changed. “Isn’t that just a legend? Does something

to me before and facial sores indeed exist. However, this disease is extremely rare, and most people don’t get it. Countless doctors have never seen this kind of disease in their entire lives. Even my master’s master had only seen it once—that’s why

Wayne screamed. “I-Is this

“Yes!” Dr. Ellis nodded.

Wayne worriedly asked, “Then… c-can

Ellis replied, “Yes, by taking

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