Chapter <b>452 </b>novelbin
Myra shoved Felicia away<b>, </b>her grip leaving marks on Felicia’s arm.
Kerry noticed this and scoffed. “Mrs. Fuller, don’t tell me you didn’t know your daughter is skilled in medical knowledge?”
Myra froze as her expression turned to one of shock and disbelief.
Felicia nced at Kerry. “Go back outside and keep watch. Don’te in unless <b>I </b>call for you.‘
“Yes…” Kerry obeyed and left.
The door closed again<b>, </b>and the room was filled with loud silence.
Felicia finally broke the silence<b>. </b>“Mrs. Fuller,e back when you’ve thought things through. I have other matters to attend to.
She opened the door and was just about to leave when Myra’s voice stopped her. “Felicia, it’s not that I don’t trust you. I’m <b>just </b>afraid. I wouldn’t know what to do if anything were to happen to your father again…” |
Her <b>words </b>made it sound as <b>if </b>Felicia had harmed them before<b>. </b>
Felicia smiled bitterly and turned to leave.
Behind her, Myra turned back to Dexter, who was still restrained on the bed. Her heart twisted. Over the past weeks<b>, </b>she had taken Dexter from hospital to hospital, seeking out renowned doctors and specialists. She had spent a fortune, yet none of them could restore Dexter to his normal self.
With no other options, she came to Union Clinic.
After examining Dexter, the doctor said that only their mentor could possibly help Dexter. So, Myra waited. After more than two hours of waiting, she never <b>expected </b>Felicia <b>to </b>show up!
Thinking back on it, Kerry was right. Myra didn’t understand her daughter at all. She had no idea Felicia even practiced medicine, let alone how skilled she was.
Myra gritted her teeth. Since even the medical master<b>, </b>who was widely regarded as the best<b>, </b>imed to be Felicia’s student, she decided to trust Felicia just this once!
When Myra stepped outside, Felicia hadn’t gone far. She was treating another patient, and the way she moved was mesmerizing.
<b>It </b>was the first time Myra had ever seen Felicia perform acupuncture.
The needles seemed <b>to </be alive in Felicia’s hands. Her movements were precise<b>, </b>and the depth at which the needles prated the patient was nearly identical
<b>with </b>each insertion<b>. </b>
Myra finally understood why Clive had insisted that Felicia take over Harmony Medical Center. Even on his deathbed, he hadn’t forgotten to leave the family’s treasured <b>set </b><b>of </b>golden needles to Felicia. He had said that only Felicia could use the golden needles <b>to </b>their full potential.
Myra had dismissed his words back then<b>. </b>But after witnessing Felicia’s skill, she finally believed it.
The golden <b>needles</b><b>! </b>
A pang of guilt struck Myra.
<b>Clive’s </b><b>golden </b>needles <b>were </b>entrusted to her. But she had <b>carelessly </b>stashed them <b>away </b>and, in her anger at Felicia for not attending Clive’s funeral, had given the needles <b>to </b>Ka <b>to </b>y with.
<b>Later</b><b>, </b><b>Ka </b><b>apparently </b>sold them<b>… </b>
For the <b>first </b><b>time</b><b>, </b>Myra felt <b>regret </b>and frustration. <b>However</b>, <b>the </b>emotion didn’t linger as Felicia was already walking toward her. <b>“</b><b>I </b>can try performing
<b>acupuncture </b><b>on </b>Mr. Fuller<b>, </b><b>but </b><b>I </b><b>can’t </b>guarantee <b>he’ll </b>wake up.”
Myra nodded desperately.