Chapter 7 Gold Needles

Logan stopped needling and turned his head to look. Macus from House Thorne was walking into the room with a four-cornered step.

"Macus, what are you doing?" Oliver frowned. "Mr. D was just about to treat Father, why did you interrupt?" "Big brother, I didn't interrupt on purpose, but there's a better candidate to treat Father," Macus proudly said. "A better candidate?" Oliver curiously asked. "Of course, compared to this unorthodox person, I think Doctor Sextufinger is more suitable to treat Father."

After finishing his words, Macus took a step back. Everyone then noticed that behind Macus stood an elderly man with silver hair. The old man was wearing a gown and was slightly shorter in stature, but he emitted an extraordinary aura. "Doctor Sextufinger Ramens?" "He is truly a great doctor even compared to my master!" "With him here, what's Logan bastard worth?"

Upon hearing the name Ramens, Claude, who had been standing in the corner, reacted as if he had seen a savior. He quickly stepped forward and flatteringly said, "Sir Ramens, I don't know if you remember me, but we had a chance encounter at the medical exchange conference in Arconia before."

Upon hearing this, Ramens assessed him and then smiled. "You're the little disciple that Archibald brought along? I didn't expect you to have grown so much in these few years." "Yes, I never expected to be lucky enough to encounter you here." "Now, Lord Thorne is truly saved." Claude shamelessly flattered. "Sir Claude, what an honor."

"Is the Healer really as amazing as you say?" Oliver hesitated.

"I dare not comment on Sir Ramens, as his medical skills surpass even my master's," Oliver replied.

"As for fame...I believe he is above the Dragoctor," Claude said, deliberately provoking Logan with a glance.

Logan stood by and watched, without interrupting.

"Sir Ramens is recognized as the top Oriental physician in Arconia, his level of medical skill is unquestionable!" Macus boasted.

"Mr. Thorne is too humble; I am just an ordinary physician and cannot bear such a reputation," Ramens said, looking at Logan curiously. "And what about you, Logan? I don't recognize you; who was your mentor?"

"I am self-taught, without a mentor," Logan replied nonchalantly.

"Self-taught? It seems I have underestimated you," Ramens said sincerely, but an air of disdain was evident on his face.

Upon hearing this, Oliver looked embarrassed and said, "Mr. D may not have come from a prestigious lineage, but he is truly talented."

"Big brother, I know you want to fulfill your filial duty by seeking treatment for your father. But, healing is not child's play."

"This person seems too young and inexperienced," Macus said with contempt, glancing at Logan.

"So, I suspect he is a fraud," Macus added.

"Macus, what nonsense are you spouting?" Oliver scolded, then turned to apologize, "Mr. D, I apologize. Macus has no filter; please don't mind him."

Logan remained expressionless and did not speak.

"Why am I the one without a filter?"

Macus turned his head and asked Ramens, "Sir Ramens, have you heard of the title 'the Dragoctor' before?"

"'The Dragoctor'? This title is the first time I've heard of it," Ramens shook his head.

This response seemed to confirm that Logan was indeed a fraud.

"Well..." Oliver, the old dog, was also in a dilemma.

"No need to be in a dilemma. Since Sir Ramens is so capable, let him treat it," Logan said, taking the box and leaving without hesitation.

"Macus, you are simply making a fuss," Oliver scolded.

"Now that Mr. D has left in anger, who will treat my father?" Oliver panicked.

Seeing Logan actually turning around and leaving, Oliver became anxious.

He had used a lot of manpower and resources, even using great favors, to seek the help of the Lord of Liandie.

This statue of Buddha is acting as a mediator.

It took a lot of effort to finally persuade Logan to come forward.

As a result, not only did the old man's illness not get cured, but he also offended someone important like Lord of LiandieDuke, who even House Thorne's old man, Leo Thorne, needs to bow down to.

"Big brother, perhaps Lord of Liandie also makes mistakes."

"Furthermore, Sir Ramens is renowned for his medical skills."

"This kid doesn't even qualify to be a shoe polisher!"

Macus completely ignored Oliver.

He had his own plan in mind.

If the Divine Healer he brought could cure his father, then he himself could become the lord.

Ramens also stepped forward, proudly saying, "If that young kid is 80% sure, then this old man is 100% sure!"

"Sir Ramens, I am not questioning your medical skills, but I have other concerns."

"But since you said so, I will entrust my grandfather's life to you."

Seeing Logan leave, Oliver could only settle for second best.

Ramens stroked his beard, clasping his hands together, and solemnly said, "I will not let Mr. Thorne down."

After speaking, he turned his head and said loudly, "Kane, come in and bring my Mega-kit Bag."

"Yes, Sir Ramens!"

Someone outside responded.

Soon, a muscular man as strong as an ox came out holding a box.

"Mr. Thorne, this Mega-kit Bag is made of jinsi nanmu wood, and especially the gold needles used for acupuncture are made of pure gold, so I cannot be careless."

As Ramens spoke, he skillfully opened the medicine box and took out a silk package from the bottom layer.

When the package was opened, everyone felt their eyes brighten.

Eighteen sparkling gold needles were neatly arranged, shining brightly.

"Macus, do you see?"

"Sir Ramens is the real deal, not like some frauds who can't even pretend properly."

Macus was excited.

Oliver didn't say anything, but he had some admiration for Sir Ramens.

Seeing everyone's reaction, Ramens couldn't help but reveal a proud expression - this was the effect he wanted.

Inside the room, everyone held their breath and focused their gaze on Ramens.

After checking Leo Thorne's pulse, Ramens's face became serious.

Clearly, the old man's condition was somewhat beyond his expectations.

But now that the arrow was on the bowstring, he had no choice but to shoot, and he could only give it his all.

"Cough cough cough..."

With the insertion of the gold needles, Leo Thorne, who had been languishing on the sickbed, gradually started coughing.

"Don't worry, everyone, this is a normal reaction."

"I am using the method of acupuncture with gold needles to activate the old man's body

Ramens immediately made an explanation.

Oliver breathed a sigh of relief.

When the eighteenth golden needle was inserted into the old man's neck, his cough gradually stopped.

His pale face, which was as white as paper, finally regained a hint of color.

His dull and lifeless eyes gradually regained clarity.

The measuring instruments connected to the old man also showed a gradual rise in numbers.

Seeing this scene, Ramens also felt relieved.

"Mr. Thorne, I am honored to have fulfilled my duty," he stood up, bowed to Li Changfeng, and said with a smile, "Lord Thorne's body is now safe and sound!"