"Okay, I'll take your word for it this time. If you cure him, the Sinclair family is willing to shell out two billion for your house call fee. Plus, we'll sing your praises in every major media outlet, hailing you as a miracle worker!"

Zephyr laid out his offer.

Over these past three years, he had consulted no fewer than ten doctors and spent a small fortune, yet none of them could bring Lysander out of his slumber.

If Dr. Funke could actually wake Lysander up, no amount of money would be too much.

The prospect of two billion would send any sane person over the moon, but Dr. Funke's next words left Zephyr gobsmacked.

"The patient's wife has already compensated me, and once I accept a favor, I do not double-dip," Dr. Funke stated.

The patient's wife? Was he referring to Thalassa?

sharp and hawk-like,

face the picture of discomfort. She was about to clarify that she hadn't claimed to

before the words could leave her lips, Zephyr's attention had already shifted back to Dr. Funke. "When

now," Dr. Funke said, and after a pause, he added, "I have a custom when I practice. I need complete silence while I'm inserting the acupuncture needles.

bodyguards and instructed, "Stand guard outside the door. Don't let anyone come

exiting the room and closing the door behind

to Dr. Funke, "You can begin. No one will

words, interjected, "We'll just be here to assist you. After all, we are the ones who know Lysander's condition best.

NOW PLAY YOUR

FAVOURITE GAMES ON

surprised glance. When he said 'we',

years, Zephyr had never shown her any kindness. Suddenly being

of silver needles and expertly found Lysander's acupuncture points. His movements were swift, precise, and unforgiving as he inserted the needles into Lysander's head. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the

was so concerned about disturbing

long, Dr. Funke's forehead was beaded with

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