Klaus shook his head in disagreement. “The field of traditional Chanaean medicine is wide-ranging and profound. Even my two mentors have previously traveled far and wide ten years ago to do research and learn from various established practitioners here, so I think you shouldn’t be too quick to dismiss it. Perhaps, we could really give it a go.” Hearing that the Wilhelms had also studied traditional Chanaean medicine more or less helped ease Carter’s concerns that Arielle might end up making things worse.
“Well, let’s do it then! Go on ahead and help her prepare whatever she needs, but in the event that you sense the patient isn’t doing well, you are to stop her immediately. I cannot allow anything untoward happening to him.” “Will do, Mr. Morgan. I shall proceed to get what she just asked for.” Klaus nodded politely at Arielle before he turned to walk out. Without having gone for more than a few steps, Klaus stopped and looked back.
“May I ask if you are acquainted with the famous Wilhelms in the field of Psychology?” Arielle’s fingers tightened around themselves while she shook her head sheepishly. “No.” She could deny anything with a straight face, but was somewhat ill at ease disavowing the adoptive parents who have treated her like their own. Her discomfort did not escape the stolid Klaus, but he did not press further. “I see… I just thought that you might.”
“The Wilhelms are world-class experts in Psychology, so how could I have known them? I guess you must be overthinking this,” Arielle said. “I considered the possibility that you might because they so happened to be actively looking into using acupuncture to treat post-traumatic stress disorder these past few years, so don’t mind me for casually asking,” Klaus replied with a smile. Carter waved him off. “I seriously doubt that they would have known each other.
When she reflexively looked over, she saw Vinson staring coldly at the man on the bed. As her gaze shifted onto the patient, Harvey had come out of nowhere to slug the patient across the face. The man’s eyes rolled and he lost consciousness after a dull thud. “Harvey!” Carter had to jump in swiftly to stop him from landing a second blow.
Only Jordan’s brain struggled to keep up with everything that transpired, but he did have a subtle sense that he had been robbed of an opportunity for to save the girl.
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