Chapter 121


    Carter’s face turned severe. “Are you sure this is what you want?” “Try me.” Carter gritted his teeth.


    “You asked for it!” The moment his voice trailed off, Carter raised his other hand and swung a swift


    punch that blitzed through the air and right at Vinson’s face. When Vinson jerked back to avoid the


    blow, Carter seized the chance to free his own restrained right hand and shove Vinson away before he


    raced toward the bed.


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    Just before Carter’s fingers were upon the needles on top on the man’s head, Vinson grabbed onto the


    back of the former’s cor and yanked him away.


    Then the two men became entangled in a heap. As the men were both familiar with the other’s


    tendencies in a fight, neither was able to break the deadlock. Jordan could only stand by in distress.


    “Why have you started fighting? Stop it!” But neither Vinson nor Carter were listening.


    It was Carter who realized that he had a helper in Jordan, and called out while he grappled with Vinson,


    “Go, Jordan! Pull out the needles!” “I…” Jordan was in a dilemma. “Get on with it!” Carter cried. Jordan


    bit down and made a dash for the man’s bed. Vinson’s attempt to intercept was forced back by Carter’s


    aggressive advances. He recovered after dodging only see that Jordan had already reached his target.


    “I’m sorry, Ms. Moore. I can’t risk it…” Jordan mumbled under his breath before he reached for the


    charged copper-ted needles. At this instant, a white silhouette drifted past and wrapped itself around


    Jordan’s waist, dragging him away. A startled Jordan turned around to see us’ apologetic face. “I’m


    sorry, Mr. Baker. You can’t touch that needle…” “Damn you!” Jordan cussed, “Are you betraying us


    now? Get your hands off! Doesn’t the needles on his head scare you?


    We can’t let anything happen to him, so let go!” us clung onto Jordan as if his life depended on it


    and refused to budge. Carter had not expected us to turn on him. “Do you understand what you’re


    doing, Dr. Jankowitsch!” The doctor continued to hang on. “I believe that this acupuncture therapy can


    work, Mr. Morgan. Please trust me on this one!” “Do you know the cost of failure here? Do you have


    any idea how important this man is to us!


    Sticking needles on the body is fine, but it could kill if ced in the head!” “I… can’t…” us wavered.


    Just then, the man on the bed jolted awake. “Ahem! Ahem…” When everyone froze and turned toward


    the bed, the dazed man’s deep blue eyes flickered and he asked in Ustranasion, “Where am I?” His


    voice was clear and his eyes lively; a radical departure from the slurred speech and confused look he


    had from before.


    Everyone was stunned as they wondered if he was fully self-aware. us released his own grip,


    ignoring Jordanpletely as he threw himself onto the side of the bed. “How are you feeling, sir?”


    The man replied with some difficulty, “I feel… sore all over. Where is this ce?”


    us was beside himself. “Are you able to understand my question? Are you back to normal?” “Why


    wouldn’t I be. How did I get here? Aren’t I supposed to be at sea?” us turned to Carter in delight and


    switched to speaking in Chanaean. “He’s speaking coherently, Mr. Morgan.


    He’s cured! I can’t say for sure if he’spletely well, but you should have no problems getting the


    answers you’re looking for.” Carter’s eyes widened behind his gold-rimmed spectacles.