The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

Chapter 12

Larson’s face was covered with sweat at some point.  It was not too hot, but Old Master Larson was sweating like he was under the rain. His sweat was not transparent. It seemed to be cloudy. “Amazing! Relaxing!” “It’s better than a sauna!” Old Master Larson wiped his sweat and felt relaxed. It was as if he was instantly more than ten years younger. “Thank you, Mr. Lennon!” Homer was happy and immediately thanked Sean as he clasped his hands. Sean waved his hand casually and said nothing. “Mr. Lennon, thank you for healing me! “If you want anything from the Larson family, just ask away, Mr. Lennon! “The Larson family still have some influence in River City.” Old Master Larson immediately got up and looked at Sean seriously. “Old Master, you don’t have to do that, do you? “He just did simple acupuncture. Whether you’re cured still needs further observation.” Hugo frowned, sounding upset. He had brought Greg here to treat Old Master Larson, wanting to win favor with Old Master Larson. Unexpectedly, Homer found a cripple from somewhere and stole his limelight! It was too much for Hugo. “No need! I think I’m cured now!” Old Master Larson laughed and said as he waved his hand. “Old Master, no! “It’s not up to you or this cripple to say whether you’re cured. “Let Master Graham check your pulse before we conclude!” With that said, Hugo turned to Greg and asked, “What do you think, Master Graham?” However, Greg did not even look at Hugo. Instead, he looked at Sean with excitement. The next moment, Greg jerked forward and bowed deeply to Sean. “Mr. Lennon, I didn’t know you’re a miracle doctor! “Please forgive me for my disrespect!” Greg made a 90-degree bow to Sean and looked extremely respectful. Everyone was dumbfounded! Greg was old enough to be Sean’s grandfather after all. He was also a renowned master of medicine, who many rich and powerful families regarded as a VIP. However, he was now bowing to a cripple… a cripple in his twenties? It was… Unbelievable! “It’s nothing.” Sean said as he waved his hand slightly. “Yes! Yes!” “I’m sorry for being bold, but I want to learn from Mr. Lennon. I wonder…” What Greg said next once again shocked Old Master Larson and the others. Sean was only in his twenties. Could he be Greg’s master? It was indeed absurd. However, Greg did not find it ridiculous. He looked serious. In any field, anyone knowledgeable was the