Chapter 97 Everyone Will Be Fine
Cornelie could only shrug and say, “Alright, alright. All I know is the last name is Palmer. I have no
idea which Palmer it is. The contact information should be on the packaging of the medicine Abigail brought back. You should go
check.”
“You took her for acupuncture treatment without even knowing the doctor’s name?” Sean’s anger flared, and he hung up the phone after speaking.
Turning back to the hotel room, he found Abigail’s bag. Aside from a tablet, an identification card,
and keys, there was no sign of any medicine.
Sean’s expression turned exceptionally cold.
He sat back down beside Abigail and called Cornelie again.
When Cornelie answered, he calmly asked, “What’s the name of the clinic?”
“It’s called Great North Clinic. How is she? It’s just an acupuncture treatment. Why is she being so delicate?” Cornelie muttered to herself, her words filled with discontent toward Abigail.
Sean gave an acknowledging grunt and hung up the phone again.
He held Abigail’s hand and noticed it was icy cold.
It was fortunate that there was a traditional medicine practitioner here. After a thorough examination and identifying the problem, the doctor pressed a few acupoints to gradually stabilize
her condition.
“You can’t randomly treat acupuncture points on the human body. Doing so could be fatal,” the traditional medicine practitioner cautioned as he eased Abigail’s pain by applying pressure to her
acupoints.
“How is she now?” Sean asked in a subdued tone.
The practitioner replied in a gentle manner, “She’s not in any major danger now.”
Sean let out a sigh of relief. Abigail’s danger had come suddenly, and her recovery was equally abrupt.
When Abigail woke up, she found herself in Sean’s room. She was a bit groggy and tried to sit up.
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“Don’t move. Lie down,” Sean, sitting by the bedside, ordered sternly, keeping an eye on her.
Abigail gently touched her lower abdomen and found that the pain had subsided.
The excruciating pain at the time made her feel like she was experiencing a medical emergency, and it left her consciousness scattered.
“Do you remember what the person looked like? My grandmother said you got some medicine, but where is it?” Sean had already sent someone to inquire, but unfortunately, there were no results.
There was no such doctor with the last name Palmer with a traditional medicine background, and there was no such place as Great North Clinic.
Sean suspected it might be a business rival’s doing.
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