Chapter 8 A Million Dollar Diagnosis Fee!

• Francis remained silent, retrieved the eighth silver needle, and meticulously inserted it into the young boy's hidden acupoint.
• Beep beep beep!
• Suddenly, an urgent alarm sounded from the nearby equipment, and the heart rate monitor flatlined, indicating a stopped heartbeat.
• "You truly are a quack doctor. Now that you've killed the child with your incompetence, your fate is sealed."
• Professor Bane immediately stood up. Having been forced to kneel and beg Francis just now, he had been feeling stifled for too long.
• "You lack a medical license and have caused a fatality. Get ready to face a lawsuit!"
• Rosalie rushed forward like a madwoman, grappling with Francis. "You scoundrel, give me back my son's life!"
• "You b*stard, what have you done? My son is dead because of you. You won't live to see another day!"
• Even the usually composed Anthony was furious. He grabbed Francis by the collar and lifted him up.
• Francis, somewhat weakened, said, "It's alright now. His heart rate will return to normal in a minute, and the silver needles in his body can be removed half an hour later."
• "You're talking nonsense! He's already dead, his heart's stopped. How could he possibly live?" Jayden shouted.
• "You're still clinging to excuses in your dying breath. Let me tell you, your wretched life won't suffice for my son's. I'll make your entire family disappear forever!"
• Rosalie launched a barrage of vicious words, relentlessly attacking Francis.
• Pushing Rosalie and Anthony aside, he declared, "I've saved the kid. I have a clear conscience. Just give it a minute, and you'll see the outcome!"
• "Mr. Shaw, at this point, why not wait for just one minute?" Even James didn't know what else to say at this moment.
• He was convinced that Francis could save the child. If Anthony's son died, he would have an undeniable responsibility.
• Francis noticed his concern and smiled confidently at him. "Don't worry."
• Anthony's face was full of anger. "Fine, I'll give you one last chance. But if my son dies, it won't just be this kid, you'll accompany my son to the grave!"
• James' body stiffened, but thinking of Francis' recent display of the Ghost Doctor's Divine Needles technique, he spoke with renewed confidence, "Rest assured, Mr. Shaw. Later, you'll have this young man to thank! You're fortunate to have encountered him. If it were someone else, your son might truly have been lost."
• As he spoke, James also glanced at Professor Bane.
• Professor Bane snorted disdainfully. "I've never seen a dead person come back to life. Even if they do, it's just a temporary flicker."
• Francis didn't bother to explain. The facts would speak for themselves.
• With each passing second, time seemed to stretch endlessly. In just a minute, it felt as though a whole day had passed.
• Everyone's attention was fixed on the equipment, while also glancing at the clock hanging on the wall of the ward.
• "Hmph, he's just deliberately stalling. This kid is undoubtedly doomed to die. How could he possibly be cured by a few silver needles?"
• Professor Bane muttered darkly, "James, and you! Both of you are going to face Anthony's wrath!"
• When the minute elapsed, sure enough, the heart rate on the monitor began to fluctuate.
• "I knew it, this young man must possess the ability to heal Mr. Dylan."
• James burst into laughter. "Who was it that said alternative medicine was all show and no substance? Now, when modern medicine fails, alternative medicine saves the day. Does that mean modern medicine is inferior even to the superficial alternative medicine?"
• Professor Bane's face turned ashen, looking utterly stunned. "How ... how is this possible? It can't be true, there must be something wrong with the equipment."
• He rushed forward, observing the gradually returning breath and the faint pulse. He collapsed to the ground in disbelief.
• "No, it can't be true! Just a few needles, how could it possibly detoxify? You must be using sorcery!"
• Anthony, seeing him in such a state, barked coldly, "Get out!"
• Professor Bane trembled, not daring to linger. He scurried away in a panic, leaving in a hurry.
• As Anthony looked at Dylan, with his heart rate returning, black beads of sweat began to form on his body.
• Dylan's breathing gradually steadied, and the pallor that had enveloped his dark purple lips swiftly faded away.
• Anthony drew in a deep breath. Even he, with all his experience, couldn't help but gasp in astonishment, "It's truly healed?"
• Initially, he had taken a gamble, uncertain if Francis could truly heal him. Nevertheless, he was willing to give miracles a chance.
• Now, a genuine miracle had occurred!
• "After half an hour, remove the silver needle. With a week of rest, he will make a full recovery," Francis said calmly.
• Anthony took a deep breath, then stepped forward and bowed deeply to Francis with profound respect.
• "Young friend, thank you immensely for saving my son. There's 1,5 million on this card. Please accept it! Today, I owe you a great debt of gratitude.
• "If you ever need my assistance in the future, don't hesitate to ask. As long as it's within my capacity, I won't turn you away," he pledged sincerely.
• Francis was taken aback. In his previous life, he had worked as a delivery driver, earning just over 150 dollars a month at most. He never imagined he would come into a million so easily after inheriting his past life's medical skills.
• More importantly, he now owed a favour to Anthony.
• "Thank you, then," Francis replied with genuine gratitude.
• Gratefully accepting the bank card, Francis turned to James with a warm smile. "You deserve the one million inside. After all, I relied on your silver needle to perform the life-saving procedure."
• James waved his hand quickly, dismissing any notion of formality. "Young friend, it's my honour to witness your acupuncture technique in this lifetime."
• As a dedicated senior alternative medicine doctor, witnessing such a miraculous needle technique was truly a privilege for him.
• "If you feel compelled to express gratitude, then please allow me to become your disciple. I am deeply passionate about medicine, and I hope you can fulfil my earnest wish," James proposed.