Chapter 1464


    Zephyr was initially furious, on the verge of throwing Dr. Funke out on his ear. But upon hearing Dr.


    Funke''s im, he gazed at him incredulously. "Are you saying that Lysander could wake up within


    two months?"


    There was a confidence in Dr. Funke''s voice that Zephyr couldn''t ignore.


    The renowned physicians he''d consulted before, even the esteemed Dr. Everest, had never dared


    to make any promises about when Lysander might awaken.


    Yet there was Dr. Funke, this self-proimed miracle worker who had the audacity to guarantee that


    with his treatment, Lysander coulde to in just two months!


    Zephyr was not the kind of man to let some quack tamper with Lysander''s health, risking more harm


    than good.


    But Dr. Funke''s words had struck a chord.


    For three long years, Zephyr had exhausted every resource, consulted countless doctors to cure


    Lysander, all in the hope of seeing him wake up sooner. And now, out of the blue, this man was


    telling him he could make it happen in two months. Even if Zephyr had his doubts about the man,


    those words shook his skepticism to the core.


    Dr. Funke met Zephyr''s imposing, murky gaze with a steady eye. "As long as the family follows my


    treatment n, I assure you he''ll wake up within two months."


    "How..."


    "How do we cooperate?"


    Thssa was about to ask when Zephyr''s impatient words cut in front.


    Thssa looked at Zephyr in surprise, seeing the mix of restraint and excitement on his weathered


    face, watching as a glimmer of hope ignited in his clouded eyes.


    Her heart mirrored his feelings – a tumultuous blend of tion and hope.


    She had sought out Dr. Funke with a sense of desperation, not expecting much. When Dr. Funke


    had first examined Lysander, she had prepared herself for the worst.


    But now, Dr. Funke''s words offered the best possible oue, and her breath caught with


    excitement.


    "I''ll administer daily acupuncture with silver needles, and I’ll prescribe some herbal concoctions. You


    will need to steep the herbal concoctions and ensure he drinks them. Talk to him regrly, and


    move his limbs to maintain muscle memory. In two months, we''ll see the results," Dr. Funke


    answered with earnest assurance.


    Zephyr''s expression was a turbulent sea of excitement, conflict, and lingering doubt.


    To him, Dr. Funke was still a stranger, an unknown variable. He longed for Lysander''s recovery but


    struggled to ce his trust in the promises of a man he barely knew.


    "Do you dare to guarantee that he''ll wake up in two months?" Zephyr asked again, the doubt in his


    voice palpable.


    Hearing this, Thssa looked anxiously at Dr. Funke, worried he might walk away from the


    challenge.


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    But Dr. Funke''s voice was firm. "I guarantee he''ll be better in two months. If I fail, I''ll surrender my


    medical license, pay the Sinir family twenty million dors, and face the scorn of the media."


    Dr. Funke was putting his entire career on the line.


    The suspension of his license was not even the most severe part of his vow. What truly


    demonstrated hismitment was the willingness to face the media''s censure. Dr. Funke knew full


    well the Sinir family''s influence was immense; should they choose to discredit him publicly, his


    reputation would be destroyed in an instant. If the Sinirs spoke out, the narrative of Dr. Funke


    being a hack would spread like wildfire, and he would be condemned globally.


    He dared to make such a perilous oath because he was absolutely sure of his ability to cure


    Lysander.


    Zephyr saw the resolve and seriousness in his eyes.


    With his breathing growing ragged from a cocktail of anticipation and repression, Zephyr took


    several deep breaths before finally setting his heart and making a firm decision.