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.

had sunk into the acupoints

Miracle Needles with both hands as if playing the piano. The tails of the needles vibrated more violently, and each vibrated at a different frequency. The acupoints were

nine silver needles, Cedric’s face began to

Clinton’s face as he saw the

My

up with joy at Clinton’s words, while Sherman and Lola’s

nothing. He waited quietly for

was because Clinton had already

had made a mistake from the start. Using the vibrating tail to stimulate the acupoints was not Thirteen Miracle Needles’ only feature. The depth of the needles penetrating the

treatment to be a

bad would

chuckled as he held four silver needles in each hand and