She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 441

Channing greeted him immediately, his attitude exceedingly respectful: "Mr. 'SaintHealer', thank you for waiting. This is my brother, Lucian Shapiro. All the top doctors in Harmony Country have treated him, but they are all at their wits' end. Right now, you are his last hope. Please, I ask you to examine him thoroughly."

Luna chimed in from the side, her tone carrying a hint of a boast: "The master's medical skills are divine. He will definitely be able to find the root of the problem."

Morris leaned lazily against the side of Loyce's sofa and said in a gentle voice, "Lucian’s brother sure knows how to talk. If even this so-called SaintHealer gives up, are we supposed to start planning Lucian’s funeral right now?"

Loyce looked up and asked, "Do you believe him, Morris?"

Morris lowered his head, rubbed the top of her hair, his voice carrying unquestionable certainty: "I only believe the person who truly gave Lucian a second chance at life."

The corners of Loyce's lips curled up slightly, and she let out a soft "Mhm."

The "SaintHealer" nodded slightly, stroked his long beard, walked up to Lucian, and deliberately kept his voice low and slow: "General Shapiro, please extend your right hand."

Lucian cooperatively extended his wrist, his expression indifferent, as if the person being diagnosed had nothing to do with him.

The "SaintHealer" placed three fingers against Lucian's wrist, closing his eyes in deep concentration, looking like he was completely immersed in sensing his life force.

As time ticked by, his frown deepened, his expression growing increasingly grave, punctuated by occasional heavy sighs.

This performance made the guests hold their breath, secretly guessing: It seems General Shapiro's health is indeed in a very bad state!

Someone whispered, "But diagnosing someone just by feeling their pulse, isn't that a bit ridiculous?"

"What do you know? It's a specialized technique used by a select group of elite holistic healers. They can read the body's energy and determine a person's vitality just by the rhythmic beating of the pulse."

"That seems to be true, some holistic clinics diagnose like this."

Channing and Luna exchanged a glance, the corners of their mouths twitching upward uncontrollably.

"Are there any extra sachets? With such a good item, I'd also like to purchase a few to take back for the frail elders in my family to wear." Someone among the watching guests couldn't help but speak up.

This question immediately tempted the others, none of them willing to miss the chance to obtain a treasure from the hands of the 'SaintHealer'.

Seeing this, Luna immediately raised her chin, her tone arrogant: "The things the SaintHealer possesses are priceless. How could they just be given away casually?"

Baldwin Shapiro also urged the unfazed Lucian on the sofa: "Your illness can be cured! Hurry up and thank Master 'SaintHealer' properly!"

"Pfft."

A distinct scoff clearly interrupted Baldwin's words.

Loyce stood up from the corner sofa, walked straight up to Lucian, leaned down and naturally took the sachet from his hand. She brought it to her nose for a light sniff, then pulled it away, her tone carrying undisguised contempt. "You actually have the nerve to scam people with garbage like this?"