The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

The head of the Yale family, Sherleen, also said, “Mr. Anderson, since you’re already here, why don’t you stay for a while? Clinton won’t take long to cure his grandpa. If he can’t cure him, you can…”

Benita interrupted Sherleen by saying, “I’ve made it very clear that my concern is not that he can’t cure Cedric but make his illness worse. That’s all I have to say. It’s up to you whether you believe me.”

Clinton sneered. “Don’t worry, Mom. He’s bluffing. I’m confident in my medical skills!”

“Really? Then don’t beg me on your knees later!” Benita fumed.

Clinton turned away and ignored Benita.

He unbuttoned Cedric’s clothes, revealing his chest. Then with a wave of his hand, he thrust three silver needles into the acupoints on Cedric’s chest.

Three silver needles pierced the acupoints, and Cedric’s body instantly shuddered violently. Without hesitation, Clinton inserted three more silver needles, and then three more.

sunk into the acupoints on Cedric’s chest, and the needles

vibrated more violently, and each vibrated at a different frequency. The

silver needles, Cedric’s face began to redden, and his

spread across Clinton’s face as he saw

My treatment is

joy at Clinton’s words, while Sherman and

waited quietly for

because Clinton had already made a

needles penetrating the

doomed his treatment to be a failure

something bad would happen to

held four silver needles in each hand