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?”

cut her off by shoving a tasty danish into her mouth, his cool fingertips brushing her lips. She bit down. The rich and flavorful filling spilled over

always look forward to these at the family dinners. Try it, tell me if it’s not delicious,”

and she remembered his words spoken in

should stand behind Howard and

Waldo, continue,” Howard said flatly.

in two and a half inches and began to twist, widening the angle.

got this disease beat!” His eyes gleamed with triumph,

between Gwendolyn and Waldo’s methods.

surpasses the master! Howard, quickly sign this

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handing ovet a pen with

Howard had no

sign for Howard’s health.

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

he trust

pen, and signed his

remained neutral. “Bainbridge, the project is yours. But the