Chapter 38
The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call
Chapter 38 Dr. Genius Was Poor?
âDetox acupuncture points.â Unlike the emergency treatments, Wynter used only three needles on
Fabian, and each one made him crave more.
It was an incredible feeling, as if all the blockages in his organs were gone, making him feel
rejuvenated!
Fabian was full of admiration. âA true genius! Youâre so young yet possess such medical skills.
Traditional medicine wonât decline with talents like
you.â
âItâs all thanks to my grandma.â Wynter placed her palm against his back and pressed down as she
spoke.
Before Fabian could even react, he heard a dull âcrackâ.
âThis is⦠boneâsetting?â Fabian turned to look at her.
Wynter nodded. âYes. When I applied the needles, I noticed your thoracic vertebrae were protruding a
little. Try moving it now.â
âItâs not stiff anymore.â Fabian didnât expect that this young lady would cure his chronic problem.
Other traditional medicine practitioners had treated him before. As they were all cautious because of
his status, they dared not twist and press his body too vigorously.
This problem wasnât serious. It was just that sitting for long periods and being in long meetings made
him stiff and uncomfortable when trying to sleep.
Now, as Fabian moved his arm, he felt relieved. Strangely enough, he was sweating profusely, his
patient gown soaked through.
Initially, Dr. Lopez thought this was abnormal. That was until Wynter said, âAs youâre sweating now, I
can remove the needles now.â
It was then that Dr. Lopez realized this was all deliberately done by Dr. Genius.
âCan acupuncture points really induce sweating?â Dalton, who had been quiet, leaned in closer. His
voice was right behind Wynterâs ear.
Wynter turned around and saw his captivating face. He looked curious and eager to learn.
âThere are 12 meridians and 362 acupuncture points in the human body. Among them, LRâ3 and GBâ
21 points are specifically for detoxification.â
Chapter 38 Dr. Genius Was Poor?
Wynter packed up her needles, closing her first aid kit. âMr. Quinnell, thatâs enough for todayâs session.
After another round of acupuncture tomorrow, youâll be ready to leave the hospital.â
Fabian looked at her gratefully and then glanced at his assistant, Hugo Wright. Hugo quickly took a
card from his suit pocket. âDr. Genius, hereâs a million. Please accept it.â
âThatâs too much,â Wynter said calmly, sticking to her principles related to payment.
âFor Mr. Quinnellâs treatment, ten thousand a day should cover it.â That was her standard charge for
treating noble and virtuous families.
Fabian looked at Wynter and pretended to be serious. âHow is that too much? Is my life not worth a
million?â
âIt is.â
Wynter didnât refuse further. The repeated refusal wasnât her style. If the patient was willing to pay, she
would
she would accept.
âDr. Miracleâ typically treated people based on the price they were willing to offer. After taking the card,
she chuckled, âIâll have to think about how to spend this million.â
After all, there were still many who thought she was poor and wanted to take advantage of that, like the
nearly fallen âGibson familyâ and âScott familyâ.
Dalton didnât know what she was thinking but remembered what Ryan had said that morning after
hearing her words.
âWe thought Dr. Genius didnât care about anything, but actually, sheâs had a tough life.â
While serving them breakfast, Ryan continued, âWell, I sent Dr. Genius home yesterday. Mr. Quinnell,
Mr. Yarwood, guess what?
âThat old alley was pitch black, not a streetlight in sight. Her place isnât a clinic but just a foot massage
shop. She sleeps there at night.
âAlas, they say a poor manâs child matures early. At her age, Dr. Genius should be in school. Instead,
she goes around treating people for the sake of her family.
âYou donât know. When I saw her in the square, she was drenched in sweat, providing free treatment to
the elderly. She said she doesnât charge the poor. Such a kind heart.â
Ryanâs words were still fresh in his mind.
Daltonâs brow furrowed as he looked at the young woman before him. He suddenly said, â You have not
charged me for my treatment yet.â