Zeke walked out of the room to call Shawn, the president of the TCM Association.
The call was swiftly picked up. “Haha! Dr. Williams, I didn’t think you’d call me! I was just about to ask you for a favor.”
Zeke uttered, “Let’s not talk about other matters first. Let me ask you this. Is there a branch of TCM Association in Atheville?”
Shawn nodded. “Yes, we do. I’m in Atheville as well. What’s wrong?”
Zeke explained, “There’s someone who doesn’t know anything about TCM, but he’s pretending to be a TCM practitioner. He’s a murderer and a thief. I want you to send someone here to revoke his medical license and punish him. He’ll serve an example for the rest.”
What?
Shawn fumed, “I’d kill every one of these people I come across. They are the ones responsible for ruining the reputation of TCM practitioners. I’m going over now. Dr. Williams, please gather evidence of his actions.”
Zeke hummed, “Yes. I’m already doing it.”
When he returned to his room, Quincy was already in the middle of the acupuncture session.
There were a total of seven silver needles at the location of Joshua’s liver, but only two were at the right spot.
The rest had all been inserted in the wrong places.
With a trembling hand, Quincy stabbed the silver needle toward the center of Joshua’s body.
Damn it!
The center of the body was a forbidden place for acupuncture; piercing a silver needle there meant death.
Damn it!
The center of the body was a forbidden place for acupuncture; piercing a silver needle there meant death.
Quincy was trying to take Joshua’s life!
Zeke roared for him to stop as he slammed his palm at Quincy. The latter immediately flew backwards.
“Ah!”
The rest were taken aback by the sudden outburst.
Zeke hit Quincy.
W- What is he trying to do?
Sage looked at Zeke anxiously. “Zeke, w- why did you hit Dr. Lang?”
Zeke hurriedly explained as he removed the silver needles from Joshua. “Sage, Quincy’s trying to take your father’s life.”
“Huh?” Joshua frowned. “Zeke, that... That’s not possible. Dr. Lang is a kind and talented man. He has a good reputation. He can’t possibly think about hurting others and ruining his own reputation.”
Zeke asked, “Sir, he’s been treating you for so long. Did your condition improve or worsen?”
Joshua replied honestly, “It became worse. However, Dr. Lang said it’s normal for ascites to worsen. If he hasn’t been treating me with acupuncture, I’d be dead by now.”
Zeke sighed.
This was the result of a lack of education.
He explained, “Sir, ascites only brings pain, not death. Furthermore, as long as you keep a specific routine in your life, your body will heal itself from ascites without treatment.”
Joshua and Sage had similar looks of confusion.
How can this be? Isn’t ascites a form of cancer?
Even surgery doesn’t guarantee recovery, not to mention the body healing by itself.
Zeke doesn’t know anything about medical science, does he?
By then, Quincy had recovered from the immense pain.
He ground out, “B*****d! Asshole! Walters, I’ve been kind to treat a deserter’s family. Not only are you ungrateful, but you also hired someone to hit me.”
“Just you f******g wait. I’m going to get Mr. Simpson to chase you out of Octagon Row. Get ready to live on the streets and freeze to death!” He snarled.
He stood up and left, furious.
That young man made me lose ten million. I have to teach him a lesson.
Sage panicked, and she made a move to run after Quincy. “Dr. Lang, let me explain-”
However, Zeke stopped her. “Sage, don’t panic. I’ll be standing up for you today. No one will dare lay a finger on all of you.”
Sole Wolf hurriedly added, “Me too.”
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