Chapter 190: Miraculous Acupuncture


    Suddenly opening her eyes, Jane found herself surrounded by the


    cabins overhead lights as the ne continued its smooth flight.


    Jane took a long breath, relieved that it was just a nightmare...


    "Jane, how are you feeling?" Several concerned voices spoke


    simultaneously.


    Jane, holding her chest, with lingering fear, shook her head. "Nothing,


    just had a nightmare."


    The dream had felt so real.


    Real to the point it seemed like an actual event.


    Why would she dream such a strange dream?


    Could it be because of being nauseated by Candice these past few


    days?


    Osborn nced at Jane, seeing her pale face and sweat on her


    forehead.


    Concerned, he spoke, "Jane, you look awful. Are you sure you''re


    okay?"


    Jane forced a smile. "I''m fine."


    “I''ll take a look." Rory stood up and walked to Jane.


    Bending down slightly, he ced his index finger on Jane''s pulse.


    After two minutes, Rory smiled and said, "Nothing serious. Probably


    because you''ve been too tired and mentally stressed these past few


    days. Just rest, and you''ll be fine."


    "Okay." Jane regained herposure. "Thank you, Uncle Newton."


    These past few days had indeed been exhausting for her-trapped in a


    cave after an avnche, two days of constant anxiety, and rushing


    back to Guavo after being rescued. Even with her good physical


    condition, it took a toll.


    "Give me a cup of lemon water," Patrick suddenly spoke, addressing


    the flight attendant.


    "Mr. Pansy, please wait a moment.” The flight attendant smiled and


    respectfully replied.


    Soon, she brought the lemon water and handed it to Patrick. "Mr.


    Pansy, here''s your lemon water.”


    Patrick took the cup and turned, passing it to Jane. "You like lemon


    water. Drink some; it''ll make you feel better.”


    Jane hesitated for a moment but instinctively took the cup. The touch of


    Patrick''s palm against her fingertips caused her heart to skip a beat.


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    "Paddy, I want lemon water too." Candice tightened her grip on


    Patrick''s hand, a hint of envy shing in her eyes, as she nudged his


    arm.


    Patrick, expressionless, told the flight attendant, “Bring another cup of


    lemon water.”


    “Thank you, Paddy.” Candice leaned close to Patrick''s ear, shing a


    provocative smile at Jane where he couldn''t see.


    Frustrated, Jane ced the lemon water aside.


    No matter how she looked at it, Candice didn''t seem like the gentle and


    understanding girl Patrick described.


    It seemed she needed to investigate this Candice more thoroughly.


    After several hours of long-distance travel, the ne finallynded


    smoothly at Guavo''s airport.


    "Uncle Newton, let''s go to the hospital to see Old Pansy now." The


    moment the nended, Jane couldn''t wait to head to the hospital.


    Rory nodded. "Let''s go."


    Morton had already arranged a car, and the group hurried to the


    hospital.


    In the hospital room, Dr. Pater, informed in advance, was waiting for


    them.


    Beatrice and Melissa were also in the room, keeping vigil by Old


    Pansy''s side.


    "Dr. Pater, how is my grandfather?" Patrick hurriedly asked upon


    entering the room.


    "Same as before." Dr. Pater''s gaze shifted to Rory behind Patrick. "Still


    unconscious, but all the indicators are normal. Dr. Newton,e over


    and take a look.”


    Rory took a step forward, speaking coldly, "All of you, leave. Wait


    outside for me."


    Patrick''s sword-like eyebrows furrowed.


    Despite the widespread acim for Rory''s miraculous medical skills,


    the rumors were just that-rumors.


    He hadn''t witnessed it personally.


    If only he and his grandfather were in the room, what if something went


    wrong...


    Suddenly, Beatrice coldly interjected, "We all leave? That''s not


    eptable.”


    Beatrice scrutinized Rory from head to toe. "You are Dr. Newton?"


    Rory remained expressionless, ignoring her.


    "Patrick, is this guy really Dr. Newton? Can he cure your grandfather?"


    Beatrice raised her voice, her tone sharp. "I heard Jane brought him.


    Don''t forget, it''s Jane who caused your grandfather''s condition. Is she


    genuinely kind enough to find someone to treat him?"


    "Mrs. Pansy, mind your words. You can question me, but you absolutely


    cannot question Uncle Newton!" Jane, caught off guard by Beatrice''s


    confrontation, retorted.


    After all the hardships she endured to bring Uncle Newton, she didn''t


    want Beatrice to ruin it.


    "Mom, stop talking." Patrick, seeing Rory''s displeased expression,


    spoke coldly. "Everyone, leave."


    Regardless of everything, Dr. Newton was now his grandfather''s only


    hope.


    He was willing to trust Jane, to trust that Rory could heal his


    grandfather.


    Beatrice''s face changed, and Melissa added, "Cousin, Aunt is right.


    Grandfather is of noble status. How can we let someone like him treat


    him?"


    "Shut up! When did it be your turn to speak about Grandfather''s


    matters?" Patrick''s handsome face tensed, and he directly had the


    bodyguards pull Beatrice and Melissa out.


    “Dr. Newton, I entrust my grandfather to you." Patrick nced deeply at


    Rory and spoke in a deep voice.


    Afterward, he, along with the others, walked out of the ward.


    Rory suddenly spoke, "Jane, stay.”


    Jane paused in her steps. "Alright, Uncle Newton."


    “No! Jane, you can''t go in." Beatrice blocked Jane. "You, the jinx, do


    you want to harm us more?!"


    Patrick, with a cold face, pulled Beatrice away. "Mom, can you please


    stay quiet!"


    "Patrick, did you forget how your grandfather fell ill? Do you want Jane


    to harm him again?" Beatrice red fiercely at Jane, attempting to stop


    her again but was pulled away by Patrick.


    Ignoring Beatrice, Jane entered the ward and closed the door.


    "How is it, Uncle Newton? Can you cure Old Pansy''s illness?" Jane,


    with hopeful eyes, stared at Rory.


    After a moment of contemtion, Rory spoke, "Yes."


    Jane felt a wave of relief.


    She believed in Rory''s medical skills. If Uncle Newton said it could be


    cured, then it surely could.


    Rory opened his medical kit, revealing an array of silver needles.


    "Uncle Newton, are you nning to use acupuncture?” Jane asked.


    She had thought about using acupuncture for Old Pansy before, but


    shecked the confidence, and the opportunity didn''t present itself.


    Now, with Uncle Newton personally administering acupuncture to Old


    Pansy, there was certainty that it could bring about a full recovery.


    "Yes." Rory nodded, selected a few of the thinnest silver needles,


    sterilized them with alcohol, and then approached the acupoints on Old


    Pansy''s chest.