Mysterious Mrs. Pansy

In a blink, it was already afternoon.

Jane finished her tasks, checked the time – almost half-past two. She needed to hurry to the hospital for Old Pansy’s acupuncture.

After tidying up, Jane walked out of the Pansy Group building, heading towards the underground garage. Suddenly, a familiar Rolls-Royce perfectly parked in front of her.

The car door opened, and Patrick stepped out. With long strides, he approached Jane. “Get in!”

Without waiting for Jane to respond, Patrick decisively extended his large hand, pulling her into the passenger seat.

Jane, somewhat speechless, tugged at the corner of her mouth. Just as she was about to speak, Patrick suddenly turned his head, looking at her with deep seriousness. “Jane, my grandfather’s illness, I’m counting on you.”

“Don’t worry, I will do my best to cure Old Pansy,” Jane’s expression stiffened, lips pursed, as she spoke.

Thinking about Old Pansy’s condition, Jane still felt somewhat guilty.

During the journey to the hospital, both of them were somewhat heavy-hearted, silent all the way.

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Jane leaned back in her seat, gaze out the window, but her thoughts wandered.

She used to ride Patrick’s car to and from work almost every day.

But now, had this seat become Queena’s exclusive territory?

Queena… What secrets did she hide?

Anthony hadn’t provided further information about Queena yet. For now, Jane could only wait and watch, let Queena make a move, and then counterattack brilliantly.

If she guessed correctly, Queena wouldn’t be able to hold back for long. She would act soon.

As long as Queena couldn’t resist, she would expose her flaws.

By then, she would reveal Queena’s true colors!

“Jane, we’re here,” Patrick’s magnetic voice interrupted Jane’s thoughts.

Jane snapped back, walking into the hospital with Patrick and reaching Old Pansy’s ward.

“Mr. Pansy, Miss North,” the two at the door greeted Patrick and Jane respectfully.

“Has anything unusual happened recently?” Patrick asked in a cold tone.

The bodyguards respectfully replied, “A few paparazzi have been dismissed; everything is normal.”

“Good.” Patrick responded indifferently.

As Patrick and Jane were about to enter, a series of footsteps suddenly approached.

“Jane, stop right there!” Beatrice’s stern voice reached Jane’s ears.

Jane glanced at Beatrice indifferently. “What’s the matter?”

Beatrice, walking in high heels, approached and looked at Patrick. “Patrick, did you really let Jane do acupuncture for your grandfather?”

“Yes,” Patrick frowned.

“Cousin, aren’t you afraid Jane will secretly harm Grandpa?” Melissa stepped forward, glaring at Jane. “Jane, what tricks are you playing again?”

Before Jane could speak, Patrick’s face darkened. “Melissa, shut up!”

“Aunt…” Melissa, aggrieved, pulled Beatrice’s arm.

“Melissa is right. Don’t forget how your grandfather fell ill; it was all because of Jane!” Beatrice raised her voice. “Now you let Jane treat him, are you joking?”

“Yeah! Jane is just a country girl who hasn’t even been to medical school, let alone have a medical license. How can we let Grandpa take this risk?” Melissa echoed from the side.

“So what?” Jane mocked, glancing at the obstructive duo of Beatrice and Melissa, speaking coldly. “Just because I’m Rory’s disciple, I have the qualifications!”

Based on Beatrice and Melissa’s various obstructions, Jane felt they didn’t want Old Pansy to wake up.

Jane wondered what their true intentions were.

“Patrick, do you really believe Jane can cure your grandfather?” Beatrice frowned, glancing at Patrick.

Patrick’s handsome face tensed, and he said in a deep voice, “Yes, I believe in Jane.”

“Good. Since you say so, if anything happens to your grandfather, are you taking responsibility?” Beatrice asked coldly, with a disdainful snort.

Patrick smirked, his voice firm, “I take responsibility!”

Beatrice and Melissa fell silent, following Patrick and Jane into the ward.

“Mr. Maurice, how is my grandfather?” Patrick walked to the bedside and glanced at Mr. Maurice, who was sitting nearby.

Mr. Maurice stood up respectfully, answering, “Dr. Pater said that after Master Newton’s acupuncture, the old master’s condition has improved in the past few days.”

Patrick’s expression relaxed, “That’s good.”

Jane stepped forward, “Let me check.”

She reached out and took Old Pansy’s pulse. Compared to the beginning, Old Pansy’s pulse was much steadier and stronger.

This indicated that he was gradually recovering.

“Jane, how is it?” Patrick asked with concern.

Jane smiled, “Old Pansy’s physical condition is normal. According to Uncle Newton, as long as he undergoes acupuncture two more times, Old Pansy will wake up.”

“Then please start the acupuncture for my grandfather.” Patrick raised his wrist, checking the time. It had been exactly three days since Master Newton’s last acupuncture session.

“Alright, here we go.” Jane nodded. She carefully took out several silver needles from the medical kit Master Newton left her.

Closing her eyes, Jane recalled Rory’s acupuncture technique.

When she opened her eyes again, Jane’s gaze was full of confident assurance.

Under everyone’s eyes, Jane decisively inserted the silver needles into Old Pansy’s chest. Her movements were precise and efficient, without any hesitation.

“Is Jane capable of this…” Melissa whispered, observing Jane’s focused expression, but she received a cold glance from Patrick.

Melissa obediently shut her mouth.

Under Patrick’s sharp gaze, everyone dared not breathe loudly, afraid of disturbing Jane’s acupuncture.

Half an hour later, Jane finally completed the entire acupuncture process. As she put away the silver needles, she sighed, “Done!”

“Jane, how is my grandfather now?” Patrick couldn’t wait to ask.

“Everything went smoothly.” Jane glanced at Old Pansy on the hospital bed, smiled, and said, “After another acupuncture session in three days, Old Pansy will be fine.”

“Thank you, Jane.” Patrick stared deeply at Jane and thanked her in a low voice.

Jane gave a faint smile, “It’s what I should do.”

After all, she bore some responsibility for Old Pansy’s illness in the first place.

Now, curing Old Pansy was an obligation for Jane.

Just then, a faint cough came from the hospital bed.

Subsequently, Melissa suddenly exclaimed, “Uh-oh! Grandpa is spitting blood!”