Chapter 70

"Where is she?" Charles Turner's voice was hoarse, his bloodshot eyes fixed on David Moore. Even if there was only the slimmest chance, he couldn't give up.

"In my house!"

Richard Adams let out a cold laugh.

"Master Moore, still trying to curry favor at a time like this? Don't tell me this so-called 'miracle doctor' is your relative?"

David's face burned with humiliation. He barely believed it himself. But with lives at stake, he had no choice. "She's my nephew's sister-in-law. My nephew was paralyzed for over a decade. Yesterday, she gave him one acupuncture session—last night, I saw him walk with my own eyes!"

Richard's lips curled in mockery. "Keep spinning your tales. I've seen enough of these scams."

Charles slammed the table. "Bring her here. Now!"

"Dad!" Richard protested. "You're buying this nonsense? It's obviously a setup!"

David trembled with anger. "Everyone at the factory knows about my nephew. Who fakes an illness for ten years?"

The workers around them murmured in agreement:

"Old Moore's nephew really was paralyzed for years."

"That kid never left the house."

"But this 'miracle doctor'..."

Their skeptical stares pricked at David like needles. He gritted his teeth. "I'll bring my nephew here. But if we delay treatment—"

"Fetch the doctor!" Charles cut him off, his voice edged with desperate resolve.

Grudgingly, Richard followed David out, his glare sharp as a blade. "Master Moore, if this turns out to be a fraud—"

David cursed inwardly. The first time he tried to do a good deed, and he ended up the villain.

In the courtyard, Luna White was helping her sister wash her face.

"Luna, this is..." David awkwardly introduced, "He's here to ask for your help."

Luna looked up and met a pair of disdainful eyes.

Richard scanned her up and down and scoffed. "This? The 'miracle doctor'? At least put some effort into your lies!"

Luna calmly dried her hands. "The exit's over there. Don't let the door hit you."

"Can't keep up the act?" Richard sneered. "A kid pretending to be a doctor?"

David wished the ground would swallow him.

Suddenly, Luna smiled. "Your patient—high fever, convulsions?"

Richard paled.

"Dilated pupils, purple lips?" she continued. "They won't last two more hours."

Richard staggered back, staring at her as if she were a ghost. "How do you know?"

Luna tossed the towel aside. "Now, get out and beg on your knees."