The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call

Chapter 38 Dr. Genius Was Poor?

“Detox acupuncture points.” Unlike the emergency treatments, Wynter used only three needles on Fabian, and each one made him crave more.

It was an incredible feeling, as if all the blockages in his organs were gone, making him feel rejuvenated!

Fabian was full of admiration. “A true genius! You’re so young yet possess such medical skills. Traditional medicine won’t decline with talents like

you.”

“It’s all thanks to my grandma.” Wynter placed her palm against his back and pressed down as she spoke.

Before Fabian could even react, he heard a dull “crack“.

“This is… bone–setting?” Fabian turned to look at her.

Wynter nodded. “Yes. When I applied the needles, I noticed your thoracic vertebrae were protruding a little. Try moving it now.”

“It’s not stiff anymore.” Fabian didn’t expect that this young lady would cure his chronic problem.

Other traditional medicine practitioners had treated him before. As they were all cautious because of his status, they dared not twist and press his body too vigorously.

This problem wasn’t serious. It was just that sitting for long periods and being in long meetings made him stiff and uncomfortable when trying to sleep.

Now, as Fabian moved his arm, he felt relieved. Strangely enough, he was sweating profusely, his patient gown soaked through.

Initially, Dr. Lopez thought this was abnormal. That was until Wynter said, “As you’re sweating now, I can remove the needles now.”

It was then that Dr. Lopez realized this was all deliberately done by Dr. Genius.

“Can acupuncture points really induce sweating?” Dalton, who had been quiet, leaned in closer. His voice was right behind Wynter’s ear.

Wynter turned around and saw his captivating face. He looked curious and eager to learn.

“There are 12 meridians and 362 acupuncture points in the human body. Among them, LR–3 and GB– 21 points are specifically for detoxification.”

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Wynter packed up her needles, closing her first aid kit. “Mr. Quinnell, that’s enough for today’s session. After another round of acupuncture tomorrow, you’ll be ready to leave the hospital.”

Fabian looked at her gratefully and then glanced at his assistant, Hugo Wright. Hugo quickly took a card from his suit pocket. “Dr. Genius, here’s a million. Please accept it.”

“That’s too much,” Wynter said calmly, sticking to her principles related to payment.

“For Mr. Quinnell’s treatment, ten thousand a day should cover it.” That was her standard charge for treating noble and virtuous families.

Fabian looked at Wynter and pretended to be serious. “How is that too much? Is my life not worth a million?”

“It is.”

Wynter didn’t refuse further. The repeated refusal wasn’t her style. If the patient was willing to pay, she would

she would accept.

“Dr. Miracle” typically treated people based on the price they were willing to offer. After taking the card, she chuckled, “I’ll have to think about how to spend this million.”

After all, there were still many who thought she was poor and wanted to take advantage of that, like the nearly fallen “Gibson family” and “Scott family“.

Dalton didn’t know what she was thinking but remembered what Ryan had said that morning after hearing her words.

“We thought Dr. Genius didn’t care about anything, but actually, she’s had a tough life.”

While serving them breakfast, Ryan continued, “Well, I sent Dr. Genius home yesterday. Mr. Quinnell, Mr. Yarwood, guess what?

“That old alley was pitch black, not a streetlight in sight. Her place isn’t a clinic but just a foot massage shop. She sleeps there at night.

“Alas, they say a poor man’s child matures early. At her age, Dr. Genius should be in school. Instead, she goes around treating people for the sake of her family.

“You don’t know. When I saw her in the square, she was drenched in sweat, providing free treatment to the elderly. She said she doesn’t charge the poor. Such a kind heart.”

Ryan’s words were still fresh in his mind.

Dalton’s brow furrowed as he looked at the young woman before him. He suddenly said, ” You have not charged me for my treatment yet.”