Chapter 1465


    "Okay, I''ll take your word for it this time. If you cure him, the Sinir family is willing to shell out two


    billion for your house call fee. Plus, we''ll sing your praises in every major media outlet, hailing you


    as a miracle worker!"


    Zephyrid out his offer.


    Over these past three years, he had consulted no fewer than ten doctors and spent a small fortune,


    yet none of them could bring Lysander out of his slumber.


    If Dr. Funke could actually wake Lysander up, no amount of money would be too much.


    The prospect of two billion would send any sane person over the moon, but Dr. Funke''s next words


    left Zephyr gobsmacked.


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    "The patient''s wife has alreadypensated me, and once I ept a favor, I do not double-dip,"


    Dr. Funke stated.


    The patient''s wife? Was he referring to Thssa?


    Zephyr''s murky gaze, sharp and hawk-like, swiveled towards Thssa.


    Feeling the piercing intensity of Zephyr’s stare, Thssa''s heart skipped a beat, her face the picture


    of difort. She was about to rify that she hadn’t imed to be Lysander''s wife.


    But before the words could leave her lips, Zephyr''s attention had already shifted back to Dr. Funke.


    "When can we start?"


    "Right now," Dr. Funke said, and after a pause, he added, "I have a custom when I practice. I need


    complete silence while I’m inserting the acupuncture needles. Any noise can throw off my precision,


    and being off even by a millimeter can affect the treatment''s oue."


    "I understand," Zephyr said cooperatively. He turned to his bodyguards and instructed, "Stand guard


    outside the door. Don’t let anyonee in and disturb us."


    "Understood!" The bodyguards nodded, exiting the room and closing the door behind them to stand


    watch.


    Assured of privacy, Zephyr said to Dr. Funke, "You can begin. No one will disturb you."


    Dr. Funke was about to speak when Zephyr, anticipating his words, interjected, "We''ll just be here to


    assist you. After all, we are the ones who know Lysander''s condition best. If you need anything,


    we''re here to help."


    Thssa shot Zephyr a surprised nce. When he said ''we'', was he including her in that?


    Throughout these three years, Zephyr had never shown her any kindness. Suddenly being looped


    in with him left Thssa flustered.


    Dr. Funke didn’t say anything more. He pulled out his set of silver needles and expertly found


    Lysander’s acupuncture points. His movements were swift, precise, and unforgiving as he inserted


    the needles into Lysander''s head.


    Thssa stood to the side, watching anxiously, her breathing slowed. She was so concerned about


    disturbing Dr. Funke that she was afraid to even breathe too loudly.


    Before long, Dr. Funke''s forehead was beaded with sweat from his intense concentration.


    And Lysander''s head was studded with needles, yet he remained still, seemingly oblivious to the


    pain.


    But Thssa''s heart was in knots, her breathing choked with empathy.


    As she watched, Dr. Funke began to twist the needles one by one, driving them deeper with each


    turn.


    With every inch the needles sank into Lysander''s head, Thssa''s heart tightened, as if the pain


    were hers to bear.


    The room was deathly quiet, the silence so profound that everyone could only hear their own


    breathing. The atmosphere was taut, stifling, and nobody dared to breathe too loudly.


    In the blink of an eye, over two hours had passed.


    Dr. Funke removed all the needles from Lysander''s head and meticulously ced them back into


    his needle case.


    After packing away his medical supplies, he stood up, nced at Thssa, and turned to Zephyr.


    "Today''s treatment is finished. I''ll write up a prescription shortly. You’ll need to brew the herbal


    remedy and make sure he drinks it."