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?”

Howard cut her off by shoving a tasty danish into her mouth, his cool fingertips brushing her lips. She bit down. The rich

Try it, tell me if it’s not

steady and untroubled, and she

she should stand behind

Howard said flatly. “She’s young and worries overmuch.”

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

got this disease beat!” His eyes gleamed with triumph, “Mr. Howard, you can feel your legs

could tell the difference between Gwendolyn and Waldo’s methods. Gwendolyn was gentler.

surpasses the master! Howard, quickly

14:17

handing ovet a pen with feigned consideration.

this point, Howard had no other

to sign for

reached out, resting her hand on his arm, feeling both distressed and annoyed.

he trust her?

ignored her, took the pen, and signed his name

the project is yours. But the Peterson family is still unresolved.”