"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?

gaze, sharp and hawk-like,

Zephyr's stare, Thalassa's heart skipped a beat, her face the picture of discomfort. She was about to clarify that she hadn't claimed

attention had already shifted back to Dr. Funke. "When

he added, "I have a custom when I practice. I need complete silence while I'm inserting the acupuncture needles.

understand," Zephyr said cooperatively. He turned to his bodyguards and instructed, "Stand

nodded, exiting the room and

Dr. Funke, "You can begin.

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

NOW PLAY YOUR

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surprised glance. When he said 'we', was

shown her any kindness. Suddenly being looped in with him

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 Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ

anxiously, her breathing slowed. She was so concerned about disturbing Dr. Funke

Dr. Funke's forehead was beaded with sweat from his

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