Chapter 1016

Mosby stepped forward, his tone righteous and stern. “Kid, do you realize your needles nearly killed Mr. Phelan Senior?”

Andrew, clearly irritated, snapped, “Bunch of backwoods mutts. You don’t know anything, so get the hell out of my way!”

The insult made Mosby and his crew fume with rage, their faces turning red with fury.

Luna interjected quickly, “Andrew, forget about them for now. Just focus on my grandfather–what’s going on with him?”

Andrew pressed two fingers to Montgomery’s chest with rapid precision. Two breaths later, the old man’s color stabilized and stopped fading.

Only then did Andrew carefully remove all the needles and finally speak. “The point of the needles was to dissolve the stones in his system, but at the same time, they temporarily sealed off his internal energy flow, so it was normal for him to feel a bit unwell during the process.

“But an idiot pulled one out, which basically leaked his vital energy and essence. It’s not life-threatening, but now he’ll need a few months of rest to recover fully.”

The so-called experts and professors looked utterly embarrassed.

Andrew had stabilized Montgomery in just a few moves, and the results were undeniable. They had nothing to argue with.

Luna shot a cold glance at Joshua, making him instinctively look away, guilt written all over his face.

Right then, Francis returned carrying two bowls of Ghostroot soup. Andrew took one and handed it straight to Luna.

She blinked in confusion. “What for?”

Andrew rolled his eyes. “What do you mean, ‘what for’? You’re his granddaughter. Isn’t it your job to feed your grandfather soup, or do you want someone else to do it?”

Luna felt flustered from the scolding but could not find a single word to argue back.

Meanwhile, Francis, Mosby, and the others were wide-eyed in disbelief. They could not believe Andrew was bossing Luna just like that. Where did he even get the nerve?

Mosby let out a cold chuckle. “You’ve done your needling, and the soup’s on the way down. Now let’s see if this diagnosis of yours is real or just an elaborate bluff.”

The moment those words left his mouth, Montgomery groaned from the bed and suddenly sat up. “Quick—someone, help me to the bathroom! I’ve got to go—now!”

Francis rushed over right away, dutiful as ever.

However, Andrew held out a hand. “Hold it. Let Dr. Lake and his team handle that.”

Francis froze. “What? Why?”

Luna looked just as confused.

Andrew glanced over at Mosby with a half-smirk. “Dr. Lake, weren’t you just questioning whether Mr. Phelan Senior actually had lithiasis? Then go. Grab a basin and catch it. Once it’s out, you’ll get your answer loud and clear.”

Mosby’s face turned a deep shade of red in an instant. This little punk was making him collect poop—he was clearly doing this on purpose to humiliate him.

Yet, Montgomery clearly could not hold it in any longer and even started cursing out loud. Under pressure, Mosby had no choice but to suck it up and go himself, along with a few others, to help Montgomery to the bathroom.

A short while later, they returned. Mosby looked like a man who had just been through a war—his face was twitching, and his spirit looked crushed.

“Fine,” he muttered bitterly. “Your treatment worked. Mr. Phelan Senior did, in fact, pass out some calculi.” Andrew raised an eyebrow with a teasing smile. “Really? Did you dig through it thoroughly and get a good look at everything?”

Mosby clenched his jaw. “Don’t push it, kid. Even a blind squirrel finds a nut sometimes. Don’t get cocky.”

This time, no one backed Mosby up—no one dared speak out against Andrew anymore. Even the so-called medical experts were staring at him, their eyes full of shock and awe.

Not only had he identified the problem, but he treated it and flushed the calculi out in less than an hour. There was no doubt that this guy was not some one-trick showoff.

He was the real deal.