Queen of Wild Cards novel Chapter 622

"Mr. Sano, if you can't cure me, will you also give me a million dollars like that young lady over there?"

He had heard the host introduce the man as Mr. Sano, so he followed suit.

Sano replied coldly, "You won't get a million, but I will cure you."

The man muttered in his head, *"What a shame."*

Stella glanced over at Sano's treatment method. It seemed he was relying on a combination of hot compresses and deep tissue massage.

That was so basic!

Both hot compresses and massages required time. She wasn't in a rush at all.

She slowly unrolled her kit, pulling out a single silver needle, and hovered it over the man's neck, pretending to hesitate, as if she couldn't decide where to strike.

Her feigned uncertainty was sending the livestream viewers into a frenzy.

The comments flew across the screen like bullets.

[Does she even know what she's doing?]

[She doesn't look like she has a clue.]

[Is she going to cripple that poor guy?]

[This is stressing me out. I feel so bad for the guy in the wheelchair.]

[He might end up paralyzed for life.]

[...]

The livestream was pushed to the front page, drawing in more and more viewers. The traffic was skyrocketing.

Steward Shipley was also watching; he had stumbled into the stream completely by accident.

But the moment he zeroed in on Stella's eyes, he gasped, "Is that the country girl?"

Ever since that supposed "country girl" cured his grandfather's stroke complications last year, he had been desperately trying to track her down, to no avail.

He only wanted to find her because he couldn't stomach the fact that he, Steward Shipley, hadn't even been able to get a simple contact from a country bumpkin. He wanted to know why she had rejected him.

He never expected to see her again on a livestream after all this time.

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