"We’re notpletely useless," Lennon said with a great sense of grievance, trying to prove that he was not a good-for-nothing. "We’ve found a way. It might be worth a try."


    "Is my grandma a guinea pig?" David asked, shooting a nce at Lennon. His gaze was cold.


    Lennon was so frightened that he hurriedly exined, "No, that’s not it. Mrs. Charrington is the most distinguished patient of our hospital."


    While the two of them were talking, Danielle walked up to Tara’s bedside.


    She then nced at the clock and noticed that it was about time, so she said with a smile, "Tara, it’s about time. I’m going to remove the needles."


    "Alright," Tara replied.


    As Danielle spoke, her hands were already in motion. At this moment, David ignored Lennon and strode up to the bedside.


    Lennon followed his pace and walked up to the bedside.


    The speed at which Danielle removed the needles was obviously much faster than the speed at which she inserted the needles. In a short while, they were all removed.


    "It’s done," she said. "Tara, how are you feeling? Does your head still hurt?"


    Tara felt much more rxed now. Her breathing was smoother, and her head no longer hurt.


    "My head doesn’t hurt anymore," she said. "I feel much more rxed all over."


    She often had headaches and felt fatigued.


    Lennon was stunned, thinking, ’Mrs. Charrington’s head often hurts, which makes herplexion look pale. But her face is rosy now. Is the magical power of the needles that potent?’ "Tara, you’ll be fine after drinking some traditional medicine to regte your system," Danielle said.


    "Alright, I’ll do whatever you say," Tara said. "I’ll go along with whatever you say.


    "Thank you, Danielle. My husband called me and told me that it was you who personally performed his heart surgery. You even specifically went overseas to treat me. Thank you so much. You did our family a huge favor.


    "Our family is lucky to have a granddaughter-inw like you. My eldest grandson, that silly brat, is really fortunate..."


    That silly brat, David, thought, ’I’m speechless. You can praise her all you want, but why do you have to take a jab at me?’


    Tara had been tormented by her illness. She was deeply grateful to Danielle, so she spoke excitedly, so much so that even her eyes turned a little teary.


    She thought that once she recovered, she would no longer have to be separated from her husband and