Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) novel Chapter 1015

Mosby and the others looked at each other, clearly baffled.

"What a load of hocus pocus," someone muttered.

"Mr. Phelan Senior has always been healthy as a horse, and now this guy's saying he's got lithiasis? He's clearly trying to stir up trouble."

Another chimed in, "Ninefold Needles may look fancy, but in reality, there are very few situations where it's useful. And now this kid's using it to treat lithiasis? Honestly, it just looks like a performance piece to me!"

As the group murmured in growing suspicion, Francis turned to Luna with doubt in his eyes. He asked, "Ms. Luna, you're not actually buying into this guy's nonsense, are you?

"Dr. Lake's explanation made perfect sense—Mr. Phelan Senior's just got a mild cold and some digestive buildup. Some medicine to clear it out would've done the trick. There was no need for acupuncture or that ridiculous Ghostroot soup. Andrew's clearly just trying to show off and claim credit!"

Francis looked visibly annoyed, his expression growing darker by the second.

However, Luna remained calm. "Just do as he said. The Phelan family isn't so petty that we'd refuse a different method of care just because it's unconventional. But if it turns out he's grandstanding and making up symptoms that don't exist, then he'll have to deal with the consequences—and trust me, they won't be mild."

Francis hesitated, then said, "Alright, I'll have the kitchen start preparing the soup. I really want to see how this kid plans to clean up the mess he's made."

Just then, Mr. Phelan Senior, lying in bed, suddenly let out a pained groan in his sleep. His hands moved unconsciously to his chest, clawing at it.

One of the specialists called out, alarmed, "This is bad! That guy's needles are triggering something in Mr. Phelan Senior!"

Another exclaimed, "It must be those needles—far from helping, they're making things worse!"

"I knew it! That punk was bound to mess something up. Quick, pull the needles out before this turns into a real emergency. If anything happens to Mr. Phelan, we're all responsible!"

Luna's expression darkened as she turned to Mosby. "Dr. Lake, what's going on?"

Mosby gritted his teeth and snapped, "Ms. Luna, can't you see? That little bastard's treatment has clearly backfired!"