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Chapter 41
Removing the needles was a much simpler task than inserting them. Within ten minutes, all the silver needles had been gently extracted from Alfred’s body. Roxanne took a moment to check his condition, her sharp eyes scanning his vitals with precision. Satisfied that he was stable for now, she began packing her things.
Jonathan and Frieda remained beside the bed, their gazes fixed anxiously on Alfred. The room was thick with anticipation, and both of them were quietly holding their breath. Previous doctors, renowned for their skills, had failed to offer any hope, leaving them uncertain whether Alfred would ever regain consciousness.
But as they stood there, watching intently, Alfred’s fingers began to twitch, slowly curling in a subtle movement. Then, to their astonishment, his eyes fluttered open. A pained grimace twisted his features as he coughed weakly.
“Grandpa!” Jonathan cried, his voice filled with shock and relief. He rushed to Alfred’s side, helping him sit up slightly as he struggled to breathe.
Frieda, who had been skeptical of Roxanne’s methods from the beginning, stood frozen in shock. She had been ready to dismiss the woman’s treatments, but now, seeing her grandfather awake before her eyes, even her staunch disbelief wavered.
Jonathan helped Alfred regain his breath, eyes gleaming with both joy and disbelief. “Grandpa, how do you feel?” he asked, his voice thick with emotion.
Alfred’s voice came out hoarse, barely audible. “How long have I been asleep?”
Before Jonathan could respond, Roxanne walked over to them, finishing her packing. Her voice was calm but firm as she addressed Jonathan. “It would be best if Old Mr. Queen doesn’t speak too much for now. He needs rest to regain his strength.”
Jonathan nodded, helping Alfred lay back down gently. He then stood up, his expression filled with gratitude. “Dr. Jarvis, I can’t thank you enough. I also owe you an apology for our doubts earlier. The mistake was ours. You’re truly an extraordinary doctor.”
Roxanne acknowledged his gratitude and apology with a nod, but her expression remained steady. “Even though Old Mr. Queen has woken up, his condition is still fragile. He needs at least six or seven more treatments before he can truly begin to recover.”
Jonathan’s face tightened with resolve as he nodded in agreement. “Of course, we’ll do whatever it takes. We’ll follow all your instructions.”
Roxanne, feeling the weight of his gratitude and the gravity of the situation, continued with a level of seriousness that matched the moment. “I’ll also prescribe some medicine for him to aid his recovery. His body has suffered significant damage, and future treatments will require him to be strong enough. I’m concerned he may not be able to endure them otherwise.”
Jonathan, ever the dutiful grandson, immediately agreed. “I’ll make sure he takes whatever you recommend, Dr. Jarvis. We’ll follow your lead.”
Roxanne nodded, taking out a small bottle of pills from her bag. “Give him two pills three times a day after meals,” she instructed, handing the bottle over. Then, she took a piece of paper from her bag and scribbled a prescription. “You’ll need to get ten batches made from this prescription. Every day, add them to a soup for Old Mr. Queen. This will help speed up his recovery.”
Jonathan accepted the instructions with a deep bow. “We’ll take care of it. Thank you, Dr. Jarvis.”
Roxanne glanced at the clock, noting the time. She realized it was getting late, and thoughts of her children waiting for her at home nudged at her. “I think it’s time for me to leave now,” she said, standing up and slinging her medical bag over her shoulder. “But I’ll be back tomorrow. If anything comes up with Old Mr. Queen, don’t hesitate to call me.”
As she made her way to the door, Jonathan called after her, his tone thoughtful. “Dr. Jarvis, other than treating Grandpa, I’m sure you have another reason for being here.”
Roxanne paused in her tracks, suddenly remembering the true purpose of her visit. Right… there was something else I came for… Her thoughts lingered for a moment, but then she hesitated. But Old Mr. Queen hasn’t fully recovered yet…
Jonathan noticed her pause and softened his tone, sensing the hesitation in her. “Don’t you want to talk about it first before leaving?”
