Chapter 1623


    Just as they were talking, the bodyguard ushered Dr. Funke into the room.


    Dr. Funke was still in hisb coat, having been hauled over before he could even change. Yet, instead of showing any signs of resentment for being dragged in, he wore a mocking smile as he walked into the room.


    "Master," Lydia called out nervously, holding a set of acupuncture needles in her hands.


    Seeing Dr. Funke, Thssa greeted him with a guilty and apologetic tone, "Dr. Funke."


    "I see the cement on the head isn''t bad, but what about the leg here? Why are we missing a needle?" Dr. Funke approached Lysander, inspecting the needles ced in him, and began giving Lydia an impromptu lesson.


    Embarrassed, Lydia admitted, "I misced one."


    "The most crucial needle in the leg and you misced it? You''ve never made such a rookie mistake during practice. What, not used to working on a real person?" Dr. Funke quizzed.


    David was taken aback. What was Dr. Funke saying?


    His apprentice was using their esteemed Lysander for practice?


    Their prestigious Mr. Sinir, treated as a test subject? Could Mr. Sinir tolerate this?


    Shocked, David feared for Lydia''s future.


    Daring to use Lysander as a test subject, was she out of her mind?


    As surprised as David was, he couldn''t help but nce at Lysander, noticing his face darken like an ink spill, clearly upset.


    Lydia, good luck to you.


    Hearing Dr. Funke openly refer to Lysander as a test subject sent


    chills down Lydia''s spine. She


    nced at Lysander worriedly andet


    quickly replied, "Master, I would''ve been urate if not for his intrusion that startled me, causing the needle to veer off course..."


    Lydia indicated David.


    David immediately stiffened up, apologizing, "Dr. Funke, my apologies. It was my ignorance, not recognizing your esteemed name or your apprentice. It was foolish of me to summon you in such a manner. If you''re upset, feel free to punish me; I won''tin."


    Dr. Funke merely nced at David


    briefly, paying him little mind, and


    took the needle from Lydia.


    Squatting down, he began a


    hands-on lesson, "See, there''s a difference between a human and a mannequin in ab. Humans can move at any time, whereasExclusive ? material by N?(/v)elDrama.Org.


    mannequins do not. So, when you''re


    needling a person, you need to


    stabilize the area with one hand,


    ensuring swift, precise, and forceful insertion to guarantee sess."


    As he exined, Dr. Funke inserted the needle into a point on Lysander''s leg.


    As the needle prated, Lysander couldn''t help but let out a muffled groan of pain.


    "Lysander!" Thssa called out in rm, her heart leaping into her throat again.


    She stepped forward, but Dr. Funke and Lydia were by Lysander''s side, blocking her approach. Besides, they were treating Lysander, and she didn''t want to intrude.


    Hearing his pained groan, her anxiety and tension soared.


    "See, just like that. Now, try the other leg for me," Dr. Funke said, unaffected by the surroundings and continuing his instruction to Lydia.


    Lydia, sweating bullets, quickly nodded, "Yes, Master."


    Usually, no one felt pain when Dr. Funke applied needles.


    But this time, Lysander''s reaction was clearly more painful than when Lydia had made her mistake.


    Lydia couldn''t help but wonder, was Dr. Funke doing this on purpose?


    "Dr. Funke, David has already apologized. It was his idea to have you brought here by the bodyguard, and it has nothing to do with Lysander. You don''t need to take it out on him, making Lysander-suffer like this," Rosalind couldn''t stand it anymore and confronted Dr. Funke, visibly upset.