Chapter 13
Chapter 13:
Upon learning of the critical condition of Selena, a member of the influential Campbell family, Garrett rushed to Inewood Central Hospital.
As he pushed open the door to the emergency room, a young man approached him.
“Mr. Howard, you finally made it! Any later, and not even a miracle could have saved the patient!” Samuel exclaimed, his voice laced with feigned urgency.
Garrett was still catching up on the situation, but he noticed someone actively tending to the patient at the operating table.
Puzzled, he asked, “What’s going on? Isn’t someone already attending to the patient?”
“That’s some quack Miss Rosalie Campbell roped in from God knows where. I’ve repeatedly tried to convince her against it, but she’s adamant about letting him treat her sister!” Samuel quickly explained. As he spoke, he gestured toward a small porcelain bottle on a nearby table. With feigned indignation, he continued, “Just look at him! Does that look like a professional to you? He administered some unknown pill and is now randomly inserting needles in her. Clearly, he has no regard for the patient’s well-being!”
Garrett’s gaze followed where Samuel pointed. When he noticed the small porcelain bottle beside Ashton, his expression changed dramatically. His eyes widened, and his voice shook as he spoke.
“Samuel, what are you talking about? That’s not just any bottle. That’s a bottle used for storing the Longevity Pill! Could it be that this young man has given the Campbell girl a Longevity Pill?”
“Longevity Pill? What’s that?” Samuel replied, confusion written all over his face.
Garrett took a deep breath to collect himself and explained, “The Longevity Pill is a legendary drug, known for its miraculous properties. It’s incredibly rare, crafted by only a handful of experts worldwide, making it highly coveted among the elite!”
With eyes sparkling with intensity, he added, “Such a potent drug can lose its effectiveness quickly, so it must be stored in a special bottle to maintain its medicinal properties. That bottle there is undoubtedly for a Longevity Pill!”
A sudden realization struck Garrett, causing his body to tense. Without another word, he hastened toward the operating table.
Ashton was so deeply engrossed in administering the acupuncture to Selena that he was oblivious to the conversations behind him. Although it had been some time since he last practiced this technique, his hands moved with practiced ease, guided by muscle memory.
Garrett watched, completely transfixed.
This was the legendary acupuncture technique known as Divine Acupuncture. It was something he had only ever hoped to witness.
Garrett was rooted to the spot, too afraid to make even the slightest movement. He was worried he might disrupt Ashton’s precise work.
At last, under Ashton’s skilled hands, Selena’s heart rate began to stabilize. The tension in the room eased as her vitals normalized.
Ashton finally exhaled a deep, relieved breath. He turned to Rosalie with a reassuring smile and announced, “Miss Campbell, your sister’s condition has fully stabilized. She’s no longer in danger.”
A nurse monitoring the equipment confirmed that all of Selena’s vital signs had returned to normal.
The emergency room burst into applause and cheers.
Everyone celebrated, except for Samuel, who felt as though a tempest churned within him. He couldn’t believe that the pill Ashton had casually used was the legendary Longevity Pill, something that even Garrett was awestruck by.
Samuel was overwhelmed with regret. He felt as if he had slapped himself in the face.
However, this revelation did nothing to soften Samuel’s view of Ashton. Instead, it fueled his envy even further.
“No wonder he’s so cocky. He had that trump card up his sleeve! He must have spent a fortune on that pill just to curry favor with Rosalie,” Samuel muttered under his breath.
In Samuel’s eyes, Ashton’s use of the acupuncture technique was just a spectacle. It was a strategic distraction to allow the Longevity Pill time to work its magic.
Seeing Rosalie’s appreciative gaze fixed on Ashton further inflamed Samuel’s resentment. He marched over to the operating table and pushed Ashton aside roughly. “Now that the patient is out of danger, the rest of the treatment should be handled by Mr. Howard and myself,” Samuel declared arrogantly.
Ashton frowned. “The patient hasn’t regained consciousness. My treatment isn’t done yet.”
“Treatment? What treatment?” Samuel scoffed. “You just got lucky with that Longevity Pill. Now that it’s used up, what are you still doing here? You’re just in the way. Leave!”
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