Chapter 9 Two Good News

• It was ten in the morning when Greg, under the accompaniment of Bernard, arrived at Astor's house with a medical kit in hand. The moment he saw Jett, he rushed forward and saluted. "General Grayson!" he said respectfully.
• Despite being a miracle doctor revered by many, Greg had to pay his respects to Jett, a Five-Star General in Freedonia.
• "Please be at ease, Greg. This is my uncle. Please help to treat his legs," Jett said in a polite but firm tone.
• The doctor went over to the bedside and expertly examined Astor's legs. Jett watched anxiously, pacing his steps back and forth and kneading his hands. He did not dare to make a sound for fear of interfering with Greg's diagnosis. He felt a pang of guilt when he saw Astor's calm look. Uncle Astor has done so much for me. I'll do whatever it takes to heal his legs.
• After five minutes, Jett turned to Greg and asked jitterily, "How's Uncle Astor's legs? Can it be cured?"
• "Don't worry, General Grayson. I'm on it!" Greg assured as he whipped out a set of long silver needles from his medical kit. In a blink of an eye, the man administered the long-lost medical technique by inserting twelve needles into Astor's legs.
• As time passed, Astor began to experience excruciating pain in his legs. His face flushed with pain, and beads of sweat streamed down his cheeks as he grabbed the bedsheets.
• Half an hour later, the pain gradually subsided, and Astor looked well again. After removing the needles, Greg walked up to Jett and reported, "The treatment is complete, General Grayson. Your uncle should be able to walk again after two days."
• Jett immediately went to Astor's side and said, "How are you feeling, Uncle Astor? Why don't you try to move your legs?"
• As soon as Jett noticed his uncle nodding and grinning widely, he slowly and gently moved the man's leg. After a year of being bedridden, Astor's eyes began to flood with tears as he regained sensation in his legs. Before he could thank Greg for his efforts, the latter interrupted him, saying it was an honor to serve the great general.
• "Get some rest, Uncle Astor. I'll speak to the miracle doctor outside," Jett said.
• "Okay!" Astor replied.
• Once Jett and Greg stepped out of the room, they met Bernard, who asked anxiously, "How's Uncle Astor? Have his legs healed?"
• Jett nodded in reply, "Yes."
• "That's great!" Bernard was relieved at the good news. He knew that it was Jett's wish to see his closest kin making a full recovery.
• "Is there anything I can be of service, General Grayston?" Greg inquired, assuming Jett had ushered him out of the room for other reasons.
• Jett looked at him and asked, "Is it possible to cure a five- to six-year-old child born with a congenital heart defect?" He had an uncanny intimacy with Mylah and considered her his goddaughter. Hence, he hoped that Greg would be able to help the child.
• "I need to understand the patient's condition first, General Grayson," Greg answered truthfully. Even though he was a miracle doctor who had saved countless lives, he was not one to make empty promises.
• "All right. Let's head to the hospital, Bernard," Jett instructed.
• When the trio arrived at the hospital half an hour later, they headed to the ward where Kimberley was accompanying Mylah.
• The little girl's face lit up when she saw Jett entering the room. "Hello, Superman!" She had a strange dream yesterday that made her want a father who could protect her like Superman.
• Kimberley was dumbstruck by Mylah's incessant questioning of who her parents were and why they had abandoned her. She heaved a sigh of relief when she saw Jett walking in. "There you are, Jett!" she called out joyfully.
• The man patted his sister and said warmly, "Go home and get some rest. Do spend some time with Uncle Astor. His legs have recovered."
• Kimberley's mouth fell agape as she asked, "Did an angel save my dad?"
• "Haha! You should thank a miracle doctor, not an angel. Hurry on!" Jett chuckled.
• Before Kimberley could dash out of the ward, she saw the man, who stood behind her brother, holding onto a medical kit. He must be the one who treated my dad. Dad must be really happy that his legs have recovered. I wonder what would his expression be like.
• Jett shook his head in amusement when he saw Kimberley's staring blankly at Greg. He then turned his attention to Mylah and said gently, "Be good now, Mylah. I have brought someone to help you."
• "Oh, yay! That's great!" Mylah said cheerily.
• Greg started his examination with a pulse reading. He was able to assess one's heart condition through the rhythmic pulse. A minute later, he stood up and left the ward. Jett followed the man out of the room as he knew that the doctor wanted to talk privately.
• "General Grayson, I believe she was born prematurely, which causes fragility and underdevelopment. As a result, she is at a higher risk of cardiovascular diseases, such as congenital heart defect." Greg was indeed a miracle doctor; his diagnosis was spot-on.
• "That's right, she was born at seven months," Jett acknowledged.
• "Not to worry, General Grayston. I'll be able to treat her," Greg replied.
• After the duo returned to the ward, Jett comforted Mylah not to be afraid as the doctor had to do further examinations. The little girl agreed readily without hesitation.
• Just as Greg was about to insert the needles into Mylah, a doctor entered the room. It was Paul Merton, the doctor who saved Mylah at the emergency room last night. He was irritated by the visitors' presence.
• A trainee doctor next to Paul questioned, "Hey! Who are you? What are you doing?"
• "I'm sorry, my friend is a doctor too. Please don't interrupt the treatment session," Jett said firmly.
• "Bullshit. Show us his medical certification, or we will report the matter to the authorities. You can be jailed for attempted murder," the trainee doctor threatened.
• Paul remained silent as he fixed his gaze on Jett and Greg. He did not believe that the shabbily dressed man with the medical kit was a doctor. He seemed more like a fraudster.
• Jett seethed inwardly, I can't be bothered to debate with the two idiots. Greg must be the doctor in charge of Mylah's medical care. We've already begun the therapy, and I'll do everything to keep anyone from interfering. If the therapy is stopped, the consequences might be severe, and our efforts would be futile.
• He stomped up to the two men and hissed, "My friend is a doctor, and he doesn't need to answer to both of you. Get out of the room. Don't you dare interrupt the treatment!"
• "Haha! Who the hell are you? So what if he's a doctor? The patients in this hospital need the authorization of doctors from this hospital. Who's going to be responsible if anything bad happens?" the trainee doctor challenged.
• Just then, Paul signaled for the two men to stop arguing. He was alarmed to see Greg administering a long-lost medical technique. In all his years of practice, he had never seen somebody with such highly developed needle skills. Paul no longer stared at the man with disgust; instead, he observed Greg do the process attentively.
• Greg had finished the process and kept his needles in minutes. Paul eventually recognized that the man in front of him was no ordinary doctor. His skills would vastly improve if he could have the miracle doctor as his mentor. In addition, he could finally put to rest the medical concerns he had harbored for so long.
• "Could I be your student, please?" Paul bowed and asked respectfully.
• The trainee doctor was alarmed at his senior's request. After all, Paul was known to be one of the best doctors in the hospital. It was uncanny of him to learn from an unassuming elderly.
• Greg ignored his request and continued packing his medical kit. When he was finished, he turned to Jett and said, "General Grayson, I've not failed you. The little girl is in a stable condition and should be able to recover in no time."
• Paul and the trainee doctor were stunned by Greg's words. They gulped and wondered to themselves, who is General Grayson? Why would a medical saint be so polite in his presence?