"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

skipped a beat, her face the picture of discomfort. She was about to clarify that

her lips, Zephyr's attention had already shifted back to Dr. Funke. "When can we

pause, he added, "I have a custom when I practice. I need complete silence while I'm inserting the acupuncture needles. Any noise can throw off my precision, and being

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

bodyguards nodded, exiting the room and closing the

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

Funke was about to speak when Zephyr, anticipating his words, interjected, "We'll just be here to assist you. After all, we are the

NOW PLAY YOUR

FAVOURITE GAMES ON

Zephyr a surprised glance. When he said 'we', was he including her

these three years, Zephyr had never shown her any kindness. Suddenly being looped in with him

Lysander's acupuncture points. His movements were swift, precise, and unforgiving as he inserted the needles

concerned about disturbing Dr. Funke that she was afraid to even breathe too

was beaded

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