Chapter 1015

Mosby and the others looked at each other, clearly baffled.

“What a load of hocus pocus,” someone muttered.

“Mr. Phelan Senior has always been healthy as a horse, and now this guy’s saying he’s got lithiasis? He’s clearly trying to stir up trouble.”

Another chimed in, “Ninefold Needles may look fancy, but in reality, there are very few situations where it’s useful. And now this kid’s using it to treat lithiasis? Honestly, it just looks like a performance piece to me!”

As the group murmured in growing suspicion, Francis turned to Luna with doubt in his eyes. He asked, “Ms. Luna, you’re not actually buying into this guy’s nonsense, are you? Dr. Lake’s explanation made perfect sense—Mr. Phelan Senior’s just got a mild cold and some digestive buildup. Some medicine to clear it out would’ve done the trick. There was no need for acupuncture or that ridiculous Ghostroot soup. Andrew’s clearly just trying to show off and claim credit!”

Francis looked visibly annoyed, his expression growing darker by the second.

However, Luna remained calm. “Just do as he said. The Phelan family isn’t so petty that we’d refuse a different method of care just because it’s unconventional. But if it turns out he’s grandstanding and making up symptoms that don’t exist, then he’ll have to deal with the consequences—and trust me, they won’t be mild.”

Francis hesitated, then said, “Alright, I’ll have the kitchen start preparing the soup. I really want to see how this kid plans to clean up the mess he’s made.”

Just then, Mr. Phelan Senior, lying in bed, suddenly let out a pained groan in his sleep. His hands moved unconsciously to his chest, clawing at it.

One of the specialists called out, alarmed, “This is bad! That guy’s needles are triggering something in Mr. Phelan Senior!”

Another exclaimed, “It must be those needles—far from helping, they’re making things worse!”

“I knew it! That punk was bound to mess something up. Quick, pull the needles out before this turns into a real emergency. If anything happens to Mr. Phelan, we’re all responsible!”

Luna’s expression darkened as she turned to Mosby. “Dr. Lake, what’s going on?”

Mosby gritted his teeth and snapped, “Ms. Luna, can’t you see? That little bastard’s treatment has clearly backfired!”

As he spoke, he stepped forward and reached for the needles.

Luna held him back. “Dr. Lake, Andrew said the needles must stay in place. Shouldn’t we wait until he returns before doing anything?”

Mosby replied with a self-righteous tone. “A true doctor values life above all else. If Mr. Phelan Senior’s in danger, I won’t just stand by and watch! Besides, those needles are nothing but smoke and mirrors—they won’t actually do anything meaningful.”

Luna said nothing more. Despite everything, Mosby’s words still carried weight.

However, as Mosby grabbed a needle to pull it out, he suddenly let out a confused grunt. “What the hell… I can’t pull it out?”

The others were skeptical, so they stepped up to try removing the needles themselves. But to their shock, the tiny silver needles felt like they had fused into Montgomery’s body—rooted there as if they were a part of him. The goatee man, Joshua, scoffed and stepped forward. “Let me handle this!”

He did not bother with finesse and simply yanked at one of the needles with brute force, which turned out to be a terrible idea. The moment the needle came out, Montgomery’s body began to convulse violently.

The healthy color drained from his face in an instant, turning ghostly pale as if his entire life force had been sucked out in a flash.

“Huh?”

Everyone froze. They quickly pulled back, terrified to touch the remaining needles.

Joshua stood there in a panic, looking helplessly at Luna. “Ms. Luna, I–I didn’t mean…”

Luna felt a flicker of frustration rise in her chest. She waved her hand and said, “It’s fine. Just get Andrew—fast. We need to figure out what’s going on.”

She had barely finished speaking when Andrew returned. He walked straight to the bed, took one look at Montgomery, and his face immediately darkened.

“Who pulled out my needle? Who told you that you could touch them?”

Joshua stammered, “I–I just…”