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Chapter 38: Dr. Genius Was Poor?
“Detox acupuncture points.” Unlike the emergency treatments, Wynter only used three needles on Fabian, each one making him crave more.
The sensation was incredible, as if all the blockages in his organs had disappeared, leaving him feeling rejuvenated.
Fabian couldn’t help but admire her. “A true genius! You’re so young, yet possess such remarkable medical skills. With talents like yours, traditional medicine won’t fade away.”
“It’s all thanks to my grandma.” Wynter placed her palm against his back and gently pressed down.
Before Fabian could react, he heard a dull “crack.”
“This is… bone-setting?” Fabian turned to look at her, surprised.
Wynter nodded. “Yes. When I applied the needles, I noticed your thoracic vertebrae were protruding slightly. Try moving it now.”
Fabian did as she suggested, and to his amazement, it was no longer stiff. “It’s not stiff anymore,” he remarked, astonished.
He hadn’t expected this young woman to cure his chronic issue. Other traditional medicine practitioners had treated him before, but they’d been too cautious, respecting his status and avoiding too much pressure or manipulation.
This issue wasn’t serious, but after long hours of sitting and attending endless meetings, it would often cause discomfort, especially when trying to sleep. Now, as Fabian moved his arm, he felt a sense of relief. Strangely, though, he was sweating profusely, his patient gown soaked through.
Dr. Lopez, initially concerned, finally understood when Wynter spoke up. “Now that you’re sweating, I can remove the needles.”
Realizing the situation, Dr. Lopez nodded, finally grasping that this had all been carefully orchestrated by Dr. Genius.
“Can acupuncture points really induce sweating?” Dalton, who had been quietly observing, leaned closer. His voice came from right behind Wynter’s ear, filled with curiosity.
Wynter turned to face him, meeting his captivating gaze. He was eager to learn, his curiosity evident.
“There are twelve meridians and 362 acupuncture points in the human body,” she explained. “Among them, LR-3 and GB-21 are the points specifically for detoxification.”
With that, Wynter packed up her needles and closed her first aid kit. “Mr. Quinnell, that’s enough for today’s session. After another round of acupuncture tomorrow, you’ll be good to leave the hospital.”
Fabian, clearly grateful, looked at her and then turned to his assistant, Hugo Wright. Hugo quickly reached into his suit pocket and handed a card to Wynter. “Dr. Genius, here’s a million. Please accept it.”
Wynter, ever calm, maintained her principles when it came to payment. “That’s too much,” she said softly.
“For Mr. Quinnell’s treatment, ten thousand a day should be sufficient.” This was her usual rate for noble and virtuous families.
Fabian gave her a serious look. “How is that too much? Is my life not worth a million?”
“It is,” Wynter replied, not refusing further. Repeated refusal wasn’t her style. If a patient was willing to pay, she would accept.
After taking the card, she smiled, “I’ll have to think about how to spend this million.”
There were still many who thought of her as poor and tried to take advantage of that—like the nearly fallen Gibson and Scott families.
Dalton, who had been silent until now, recalled what Ryan had said earlier that morning after hearing Wynter’s words.
“We thought Dr. Genius didn’t care about anything, but actually, she’s had a tough life,” Ryan had said while serving them breakfast. “Well, I sent Dr. Genius home yesterday. Mr. Quinnell, Mr. Yarwood, guess what?”
“That old alley was pitch black, not a streetlight in sight. Her place isn’t a clinic but just a foot massage shop. She sleeps there at night.”
Ryan shook his head. “They say a poor man’s child matures early. At her age, Dr. Genius should be in school. Instead, she’s out treating people for the sake of her family.
“You don’t know. When I saw her in the square, she was drenched in sweat, providing free treatment to the elderly. She said she doesn’t charge the poor. Such a kind heart.”
Ryan’s words were still fresh in Dalton’s mind.
Looking at the young woman before him now, Dalton furrowed his brow and said, “You haven’t charged me for my treatment yet.”
