And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 18

Gwendolyn widened her eyes as she took in the array of antique syringes laid out before her, each one a collector’s item. Waldo rolled up Howard’s trouser leg. Selecting a lancet, he aimed for the critical pressure point just below the knee.

The needle pierced skin two inches!

He was about to plunge even deeper!

Beyond two inches, he’d hit an artery.

Bloodletting had its place, but Waldo’s timing was off, risking exacerbation of Howard’s condition.

A skilled physician could read the subtle shifts in a patient’s vital energies, relying on either years of experience or an innate gift. Gwendolyn possessed the latter, intuitively understanding. the ebb and flow of these forces.

“No, stop!” Gwendolyn protested, drawing varied expressions from the onlookers.

Waldo sneered, his voice tinged with contempt, “Is Mrs. Chadwick trying to school me? I’ve been practicing medicine for over forty years, young lady. When I first started, you were nowhere to be seen.”

Bainbridge sneered, “Afraid that if Howard gets better, he’ll leave you, country girl?”

a tasty danish into her mouth, his cool fingertips brushing her lips. She bit down. The rich and flavorful filling

at the family dinners. Try it, tell me if it’s not delicious,”

gaze steady and untroubled, and she remembered his words spoken in the

happened, she should stand behind Howard and

Dr. Waldo, continue,” Howard said flatly. “She’s young and worries overmuch.”

half inches and began to twist, widening the angle. Dark and clotted blood oozed from

this disease beat!” His eyes gleamed with triumph, “Mr. Howard, you can feel your legs again, can’t

between

master! Howard, quickly sign this

14:17

handing ovet a pen

had no other recourse.

to sign for Howard’s

out, resting her hand on his arm, feeling both distressed and annoyed. She could heal him too. There was no need to give

trust

pen, and

the project