"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, swiveled

the piercing intensity of Zephyr's stare, Thalassa's heart skipped a beat, her face the picture of discomfort. She was about to clarify

her lips, Zephyr's attention had

I'm inserting the acupuncture needles. Any noise can throw off

cooperatively. He turned to his bodyguards and instructed, "Stand guard outside the door. Don't let anyone come in

The bodyguards nodded, exiting the room and closing

to Dr. Funke,

when Zephyr, anticipating his words, interjected, "We'll just be here to assist you. After all,

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surprised glance. When he said 'we', was he including

any kindness. Suddenly being looped in with him

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slowed. She was so concerned about

long, Dr. Funke's forehead was beaded with sweat

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