Chapter 708

Chapter 708

Mireille responded lazily with a hum, not bothering to look at Fanny.

Fanny was still where she stood, stunned. Did he just call her unsightly and a troublemaker? He was Brian Tanner’s grandmaster. He possessed extraordinary medical skills but refused to save a patient’s life earlier. Where did he get the nerve to insult her?

Moreover, he had taken away the syringe and the white mouse from her. Was he afraid she would challenge him by using them for her experiment? If he was so afraid of that happening, she was going to give him a show for sure!

Fanny took another syringe from the drawer and carefully drew the drop of blood she accidentally dripped onto the chair earlier.

Outside, Nash spent about ten minutes examining Atlas’ condition before discovering that Atlas was a martial artist in the early stage of the Profound Reality Realm.

Surprisingly, he had over 30 types of toxins in his body, includin naturally occurring pyretic and antipyretic toxins in the human There were also various other poisons. Nash even suspected that guy was a poison enthusiast.

He likely experimented with different antidotes and consumed the legendary Seven-Starred Begonia. It was likely he attempted to use his inner energy to expel the toxins, but that only accelerated the effects of the poison. However, this was just Nash’s initial

assessment.

Nash asked Old Donald for a set of silver needles to carry out dry needling treatment on Atlas. Then, he wrote a prescription for Old Donald. “Give him this medicine. Have him drink it every two hours.”

Old Donald glanced at the prescription, his expression changing slightly. “Uh… There are a few ingredients here that I don’t have in my

shop.”

Nash casually remarked, “Can’t you think of something?”

One of Atlas’ subordinates stared at Old Donald and said, “Think of how to get the ingredients. Don’t worry about the money!”

Old Donald mournfully replied, “It’s not about the money. Iron Pear Root, Thousand Autumn Vine, Bodhi Pine Nuts… Only Tanner Group Pharmacy has these.”

At this point, Old Donald looked at Mireille awkwardly and continued, I got into a fight with Brian at a medical symposium, and we haven’t had any contact since then.”

Mireille chuckled. “My grandfather mentioned it. You and Old Lucius from the People’s Pharmacy really showed him.”

Old Donald’s mouth twitched, “Their 20-strong group were the ones who cornered us. How did the truth get flipped like that?”

“Putting aside the conflict, do you still want to save this person?” Nash glanced indifferently at Old Donald.

Embarrassed, Old Donald turned to Mireille, saying, “Ms. Tanner, how

about…”

Mireille smiled and nodded. “Check which herbs are missing. I’ll have

my grandfather send them over!”

Old Donald hurriedly said, “I’ll have someone get them. No need for the man to come personally!”

Old Donald had always wanted to reconcile with Brian. He was the top miracle doctor in Jonford, after all. He was also the vice president

of the Traditional Medicine Association. It was not a wise choice to

continue having bad blood with him.

This moment might be a good opportunity for reconciliation.

“Well, let me make a quick call to my grandfather!” Mireille took out

her phone and walked outside.

Nash undid Atlas’ clothes and skillfully inserted silver needles into

various points of his body. The burly men watched in amazement. They were just a little worried that this guy might be randomly

needling their master without a plan.

Having knowledge of trigger points, Old Donald could not help but praise after witnessing Nash’s seamless and fluid movements, “Mr. Calcraft, your technique is truly extraordinary. Even the creator of the art might have to admit defeat should they still be alive!”

He knew some basic dry needling skills himself, and it had taken him several years to master the art. Finding disciples who could thoroughly understand the art was extremely rare in Jonford. Currently, Brian was considered the best in this sort of treatment.

Now, the young man in front of Old Donald had completely changed. his understanding. Nash manipulated the needles, and after a series of movements, all the silver needles trembled slightly.