Mr Wood The Legend

Chapter 70 What You Care About Is What I Care About

"Lucy, think about it. Do you really want Yank to treat Marria?" Leon couldn't stand it anymore and

hurriedly came out to persuade her.

After the accident happened just now, Lucy no longer trusted Leon. "This is my business. You don't

have to worry about it."

Of course, Leon felt the disgust in her words and was embarrassed. He couldn't help hating Yank. If it

weren't for him, Lucy wouldn't have been so indifferent to him.

Since Lucy had made a choice, Marcel could not intervene too much. He immediately asked the

Chinese medicine department of the hospital to get a set of silver needles.

Soon, the silver needle was taken back and handed to Yank.

The silver needles were new which satisfied Yank a little. He came to the bedside again and asked

some people to leave the ward. If he was disrupted by something, he might prick the wrong acupoint,

especially the acupoints on the head.

Taking a deep breath, Yank laid out all the silver needles. After that, he quickly picked up a silver

needle and pricked it into the acupoint on Marria's head.

He continued to prick the needles one by one quickly. In seven or eight seconds, all eight silver needles

were inserted into Marria's head.

The doctors who stayed were all modern doctors, and it was new to them. Although they were a little

surprised, they wanted to know if it would work. But Marcel seemed to remember something when he

saw the acupoints which the eight silver needles inserted in. He fell into deep thought.

Yank didn't have the energy to care about these things. Instead, he was highly concentrated on

pushing his energy into Marria's head through the silver needles with his palm.

After it had been done, Yank consumed too much energy. He felt exhausted with a lot of sweat on his

forehead.

However, after the acupuncture, everyone was surprised to find that Marria's physical performance had

gradually stabilized and was not as bad as before. She felt not so painful and looked much better.

It was very different from her condition after being fed Leon's potion. Yank earned everyone's

admiration.

"This is amazing! Just a few needles can make such an amazing effect."

"This young man is really something!"

"You are right, if it was Dr. Chad who treated this person, I'm afraid she had been..."

Speaking of Leon, everyone couldn't help looking for him, but found that he had disappeared from the

ward.

"This bastard, I didn't expect him to run away."

"How dare he be so arrogant? I'm afraid that his family had paid for his doctor's degree." Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Of course, Yank wouldn't care about such a nobody as Leon. He had just applied the needles and was

a little weak, so he had to go out to take a rest, but Marcel stopped him.

"The tumor in her brain should have shrunk. If you don't believe me, take an X-ray."

Marcel smiled apologetically and said, "There's no need to check. It seems to be effective. Judging

from your technique, I feel ashamed of myself. How about we find a better place to have a chat

someday?"

Hearing this, Yank couldn't help but smile wryly. He didn't have the mood to talk about medical skills

with others.

Noticing that Yank seemed to be unwilling, Marcel said meaningfully, "Yank, the acupuncture technique

you just used seems to be the Eight Pricking Needling Method. I remember that it seems to be

someone's unique technique, right?"

These words shocked Yank.

The Eight Pricking Needling Method was his master Tom Brook's unique skill. Yank didn't expect that

Marcel could recognize it. And judging from his words, it seemed that he also knew his master.

Yank had a good impression of this old man. After thinking for a while, he agreed.

Then he walked out of the ward. As soon as he came out, he was stopped by Lucy. She looked at him

shyly. Yank smiled and said, "Well, you don't have to thank me. I said that I care about the person you

care."

But soon, he added, "Except for Austin and the Long family!"

This old dog had harmed his master so much that he almost killed him. Every one of the Long family

was despicable. Once Lucy realized this, he would attack the Long family right away.

At first, Lucy was very touched, but when she heard Yank attacking her grandfather again, she couldn't

help but be unhappy. "Yank, what do you mean? Do you still think that my grandpa will hurt me?"

Yank had already learned about Lucy's stubbornness, so he didn't bother to argue with her, otherwise,

they would quarrel again, so he planned to go out for a walk, but Lucy stopped him.

"What else do you want to say?" Yank looked at Lucy helplessly.

"There's a dinner party at the Bayview Hotel tonight. I'm going back to the company to deal with

something. Don't forget to attend."

Dinner party? In his memory, Lucy had never taken the initiative to take him to any party, because she

disliked him. Was it because of what happened just now that she made such a decision?

"What dinner party? And is it your reward for what happened just now?" Yank asked curiously.

The mockery meaning in his words made Lucy a little unhappy, but she still patiently explained, "A

family party, not the Long family, but my mother's parents. They want me to have a meal with them."

Yank couldn't help but frown. He remembered that his master had a romantic night with a maid of the

Long family. But he didn't know what had happened to the maid.

"What happened to your mother?"

"She died of illness when I was eight years old."

Seeing Lucy seemed to feel a little sad, Yank could not bear it. He nodded and said, "Well, I will

accompany you tonight."

At eight o'clock in the evening, Yank drove to the Bayview Hotel. Lucy had been waiting for a long time.

When he saw her dress, Yank couldn't help frowning. He stepped forward and asked, "Don't you like

your mother's family very much?"

Lucy was a little confused and asked, "I do. Why do you ask that?"

Yank pointed at her dress and said to the point, "When you were having dinner with the Long family,

you were all dressed up, but now you are going to have dinner with your grandmother's family in casual

clothes."

Yank knew that Lucy didn't tell him the truth.

"Well. I really don't like them because every time they invite me to have a meal with strong purposes.

They please me because I am the president of the GD Company. Do you understand what I mean?"

Lucy said to Yank honestly.