"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?

and hawk-like, swiveled

heart skipped a beat, her face the picture of discomfort. She was about

words could leave her lips, Zephyr's attention had already

while I'm inserting the acupuncture needles. Any noise can

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

room and closing the door behind them

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

"We'll just be here to assist you. After all, we are the ones

NOW PLAY YOUR

FAVOURITE GAMES ON

he said 'we', was he

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

his set of silver needles and expertly found Lysander's acupuncture points. His movements were swift, precise, and unforgiving as he inserted

the side, watching anxiously, her breathing slowed. She was so concerned about disturbing Dr. Funke that she was afraid to even breathe too

was beaded with sweat from his

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