Remorse After Breaking Up (Sebastian) novel Chapter 209

"Rowan, Esme, you guys really brought him home. Do you think he's a prodigal healer or something?" Travis taunted.

Esme scoffed. "The fact is in front of your eyes. Dr. Wilder's pill stabilized my dad's condition. Isn't he a prodigal healer?"

Travis smirked in disdain. "Dr. Monas was the first to perform the acupuncture. Who knows? Maybe Dr. Monas' work came into effect on your dad."

Hearing that, Ezekiel frantically objected, "Mr. Lloyd, my treatment was absolutely useless. It even worsened Mr. Bailey's condition. I feel so guilty about it."

Seething, Travis glared at Ezekiel before arguing, "Even if his pill saved the day, it's not proof of his medical expertise. Who knows where he sourced his medicine from?"

"Enough!" Esme cut him off. "I have full faith in Dr. Wilder. Stop making a scene!"

Travis nearly exploded in rage. He secretly vowed, "Esme Bailey, I'll make you regret your words when you end up in my bed!"

Ignoring Travis, Esme said to Sebastian, "Dr. Wilder, please treat my dad's illness."

Sebastian wandered to the bed. Bob had fallen asleep once more due to his weakened state. Fortunately, Bob seemed to be doing better after taking the pill.

Without further ado, Sebastian unbuttoned Bob's shirt, laid out the needles, and started performing the Flying Acupuncture on him.

Ezekiel's eyes widened. With a look of admiration, he focused on the process for fear of missing out on any interesting moments. Despite being a prodigal healer himself, he unfortunately did not master the Flying Acupuncture.

Sebastian inserted nine needles into Bob in one go. Then, he pressed his palm on Bob's chest and directed his energy into Bob's body.

Almost immediately, the needles inserted into Bob started shining and pulsating softly. The magical scene left the Baileys looking shocked. This was their first time witnessing anyone performing the Flying Acupuncture.

"Pfft! That's just a stupid trick!" Travis scorned Sebastian's treatment despite having no medical knowledge. As a grandmaster, he understood the principle behind the glowing and pulsating needles—they were moving because of the energy, so it wasn't a miracle.