"Okay, I'll take your word for it this time. If you cure him, the Sinclair family is willing to shell out two billion for your house call fee. Plus, we'll sing your praises in every major media outlet, hailing you as a miracle worker!"

Zephyr laid out his offer.

Over these past three years, he had consulted no fewer than ten doctors and spent a small fortune, yet none of them could bring Lysander out of his slumber.

If Dr. Funke could actually wake Lysander up, no amount of money would be too much.

The prospect of two billion would send any sane person over the moon, but Dr. Funke's next words left Zephyr gobsmacked.

"The patient's wife has already compensated me, and once I accept a favor, I do not double-dip," Dr. Funke stated.

The patient's wife? Was he referring to Thalassa?

Zephyr's murky gaze, sharp and hawk-like, swiveled towards Thalassa.

intensity of Zephyr's stare, Thalassa's heart skipped a beat, her face the picture of

words could leave her lips, Zephyr's attention had already shifted back to Dr. Funke. "When can we

pause, he added, "I have a custom when I practice. I need complete silence while I'm inserting the acupuncture needles. Any noise can throw off my

understand," Zephyr said cooperatively. He turned to his bodyguards and instructed, "Stand guard outside the door. Don't let anyone come in

exiting the room and closing the

Zephyr said to Dr. Funke, "You

you. After all, we are the ones who know Lysander's condition best. If you need anything, we're

NOW PLAY YOUR

FAVOURITE GAMES ON

a surprised glance. When he said 'we', was he including her in

her any kindness. Suddenly being looped in with him left

expertly found Lysander's acupuncture points. His movements were swift, precise, and

her breathing slowed. She was so concerned about disturbing Dr. Funke

long, Dr. Funke's forehead was beaded with sweat from his

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