Chapter 1134

Logan was stunned. He rushed forward in shock. “Father, you’re awake?”

George forced a small smile. “Not only am I awake, but I’ve never felt this clear-headed before. It even feels like my martial cultivation just had a breakthrough!”

The crowd of expert doctors, including Chantelle and Mosby, was frozen in place, completely dumbfounded. No one could utter a single word, as they were too stunned to react.

Andrew gestured for Logan to help George onto the couch, smiling as he said, “Mr. Keller Senior, the energy corruption has already been cleared from your system. Now you’ll just need some medication to aid your recovery, and your body should return to normal.

“However, your vitality and spiritual energy were badly depleted–it’ll take a few months to fully recover.”

George looked at Andrew with genuine admiration. He asked Logan to help him sit up, then turned solemnly and said, “I’m already grateful just to be alive. But to come out of this without losing an ounce of my lifelong martial cultivation?

“That’s a blessing beyond words. Losing a bit of strength and stamina is nothing in comparison. Dr. Lloyd, your kindness to the Keller family is immeasurable. Please, allow this old man to offer you a proper bow of gratitude.”

With Logan leading the way, every member of the Keller family followed suit. “Dr. Lloyd, please accept our deepest thanks.”

Andrew quickly sidestepped George’s bow, not daring to accept it. As for the others bowing, he accepted it without hesitation.

George was not just any figure–he was the spiritual pillar and strongest warrior of the Keller family. If he had passed, the Keller family’s dominance among the Five Apex Families would have instantly declined.

So, when George called Andrew their great benefactor, he meant every word of it.

Chantelle’s expression was complicated as she asked, “Andrew, how did you manage to wake up Mr. Keller Senior with just a broken vase?”

That was exactly what everyone else had been wondering too. After all, what Andrew had done earlier had seemed ridiculous.

But the outcome? Absolutely miraculous.

Andrew simply smiled. “You could ask Mr. Keller Senior yourself.”

George looked at him with approval and said, “Extraordinary people use extraordinary means. And clearly, Dr. Lloyd here is no ordinary man.”

Logan laughed in his usual warm way. “Father, can you maybe explain it a little simpler? We can’t really follow what you’re saying.”

George chuckled and went on. “People always talk about heavenly herbs or mystical flowers as miracle cures. But they don’t realize that everything in this world has the potential for healing.

“In the hands of a true master, even ordinary things can become the key to saving lives. I was trapped in chaos, battling my inner demons, completely drained. No voice could reach me. But somehow, the sound of that vase shattering–it was like a divine bell from beyond. It cut through the fog and pulled me back.”

He looked toward Andrew with deep emotion. “Dr. Lloyd, I never imagined someone so young could already understand the art of ‘breaking illusion’.”

Mosby scratched his head awkwardly. “Mr. Keller Senior, what exactly is this… breaking illusion?”

Logan explained, “It’s rather common in many faiths or beliefs. To put it simply, it’s about using natural sound to snap someone back to awareness. So my guess is that after yelling didn’t work, Dr. Lloyd intentionally smashed the vase to create a pure, natural shockwave. And that’s what brought my father back.”

Everyone nodded, clearly impressed and convinced. Moreover, the way they looked at Andrew had completely changed–now, every gaze was filled with awe and respect.

One doctor in a long traditional coat stepped forward politely. “Now that Mr. Keller Senior is awake and cured of his energy corruption, may I ask, Dr. Lloyd–what exactly were the furnace and the hanging rack for?”

Andrew smiled. “Logan, please place Mr. Keller Senior onto the hanging rack. Then, raise it just above the furnace.”

The request was so odd that everyone stared in confusion again.

Logan blinked. “Andrew… you’re not trying to roast my father, are you?”

Andrew looked at him like he had lost his mind. “The furnace runs hotter than a pig roast–do I look like I’m slow-roasting your dad? If you’re craving barbecue, go get your own grill!”

The group burst into laughter. No one expected Andrew to be this witty.

Chantelle rubbed her temples. “Andrew, stop playing around. Just tell us what all this is for.”

Her tone had shifted–it no longer carried sarcasm or mockery, but instead genuine curiosity.

Andrew replied, “Mr. Keller Senior’s facial muscles are stiff. He can barely speak, and definitely can’t eat, let alone take medicine.”