Chapter 1615
The sight of Lysander struggling to rise from the ground, his efforts failing and the resulting frustration as he beat his legs, tore at Thalassa’s heart. Lysander, once standing tall and unbeatable, faced the brutal reality of his immobilized legs-a catastrophic blow to a man of his stature. His pride wounded, his confidence crushed under the weight of his condition, his soul tormented. The thought of Lysander living under such torment, every day shadowed by despair, caused Thalassa’s heart to ache with a dull pain.
“I’m fine, Dr. Funke. Please, tend to Lysander first. I’m alright, really. Look at me, I can walk, eat, and sleep-there’s nothing major wrong with me,” Astrid insisted upon hearing Dr. Funke’s reluctance to treat Lysander due to her own health issues. She hurried out of bed, taking a few steps forward and spinning around to prove her point, eager to free up Dr. Funke’s time for Lysander.
Her show of strength only made Dr. Funke more adamant: “Your body is severely weakened. Without intervention, you won’t last much longer. Don’t doubt a doctor’s advice; I won’t be swayed.”
Astrid was shocked. What did Dr. Funke mean that she wouldn’t last much longer?
Thalassa, too, grew anxious, quickly saying, “Then please, Dr. Funke, focus on my aunt. As for Lysander…”
“If you’re set on getting treatment for Lysander, there’s a way,” Dr. Funke mentioned.
Hope lit up in Thalassa’s eyes as she eagerly asked, “What way?”
“Let my apprentice attend to him with acupuncture,” Dr. Funke gestured toward Lydia standing beside him. Following his gaze to Lydia, Thalassa saw her bewildered expression.
Lydia, usually so confident, was now nervous: “I’ve only been studying medicine for three months. How can I possibly perform acupuncture on someone?”
“Is it your own abilities you doubt, or do you doubt me as your mentor?” Dr. Funke challenged.
Lydia hesitated for a moment, then shook her head, “That’s not what I meant…”
“Take your sister with you and bring the acupuncture needles,” Dr. Funke cut her off, moving to assist Astrid to sit by the bed and bending down to massage her leg. “Does this hurt?”
Pressing precisely on the sore spot, Astrid grimaced in pain, “Yes, it hurts a lot.”
“Alright, I’ll proceed with the
acupuncture,” Dr. Funke announced, reaching for the needles. Lydia, still uneasy, thought to argue further with Dr. Funke but seeing him start treating Astrid, she held back.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
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Exchanging a glance with Thalassa, they silently left the medical room, closing the door behind them.
“What do we do now?” Lydia asked Thalassa.
“Grab your medical kit. We’re heading to Royal Estates,” Thalassa instructed.
Lydia playfully slapped Thalassa on the shoulder, teasing, “Are you sure about this? You’re really letting me treat Lysander?”
The slap pushed Thalassa forward a bit, but she regained her balance, turning back to Lydia, “Is there a problem?”
“I’ve been practicing for less than
three months. And all my
nét
acupuncture practice has been on dummies, never real person. Treating Lysander now, wouldn’t that be like using him as a guinea pig” Lydia couldn’t believe the situation. Content belongs to NovelDrama.Org
Thinking it over, Thalassa realized the risk involved in letting Lydia perform acupuncture on Lysander, treating him essentially as a test subject. But Lydia was trained by Dr. Funke himself! Content belongs to NovelDrama.Org
“Let’s go. To Royal Estates,” Thalassa firmly took Lydia’s hand, decisively leading her away.