That Night My Boss Left Me With Our Three Babies

Upon hearing these words, a collective sense of astonishment filled the room.

They had witnessed many renowned doctors attempting to treat Old Whitaker, but it was the first time someone had requested to remove his clothes.

Isaac was the first to react and cautiously asked, “Is this necessary?”

Olivia inexplicably glanced at him and replied, “I’m going to treat Old Whitaker, and the clothes are hindering the process. Who can help me? Please hurry.”

For a moment, everyone in the room, including the previous medical team, looked at each other with puzzled expressions.

What kind of treatment required the patient’s clothes to be removed?

Isaac hesitated for a while, gritted his teeth, and walked over with large strides, determined to support Olivia’s unconventional approach.

Seeing her own brother compromise, Abigail became anxious. “What kind of treatment is this? Why…”

Before Abigail could finish her sentence, she saw Olivia open her portable medical kit and take out an ancient wooden box containing something resembling a scroll made of sheepskin.

After carefully unfolding it, she revealed hundreds of silver needles, varying in size, neatly arranged inside.

Abigail was shocked by what she saw, and her words were choked back.

Olivia focused on taking out the necessary silver needles, disinfecting them with alcohol. Abigail’s words only circled around her ears, not registering in her mind, quickly forgotten.

In front of her, Isaac struggled to support Old Whitaker, half-dragging him against his own body. With one hand stabilizing his body, and the other hand struggling to remove Old Whitaker’s clothes.

Old Whitaker had no consciousness left, let alone any cooperation.

As a result, Isaac’s task became increasingly difficult.

Victor watched Olivia’s series of actions on the bed, his gaze gradually deepening.

Seeing Isaac’s struggling movements, he put Sophia down on the floor and instructed her, “Daddy is going to help Uncle Isaac. You be good and don’t run around.”

Sophia obediently nodded, her eyes eagerly following her father as he made his way through the crowd, standing by the bedside, silently assisting Uncle Isaac in undressing Old Whitaker.

“Thank you, Victor,” Isaac gratefully glanced at him.

Victor nodded silently.

Olivia also noticed Victor’s presence by the bedside. Her eyes trembled for a moment but quickly regained their calmness as she focused on the silver needles in her hands.

Soon, Old Whitaker’s clothes were completely removed, revealing his emaciated body to everyone.

Olivia had anticipated this and solemnly instructed the two, “Support him firmly. I’m going to start needling.”

Isaac nodded with a serious expression.

Olivia glanced at Victor and saw no reaction or words from him. She took a deep breath and began cautiously needling Old Whitaker.

As soon as the first needle went in, a reproachful voice echoed through the room, “What are you doing? How can you randomly insert needles into these acupuncture points?”

It was Abigail who spoke.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Coming from a medical family background, although not proficient in acupuncture, she could tell that Olivia’s needle placement was dangerous.

Even an ordinary person could potentially lose their life from such improper needling, let alone Old Whitaker, who was currently weak.

Abigail’s face tensed, revealing panic and anger in her eyes. “If you don’t know what you’re doing, then don’t do it! What are you doing now? Are you trying to harm my grandfather?”

After speaking, she forcefully pushed Olivia.

Olivia heard her questioning but was contemplating the position for the second needle and didn’t take it seriously.

Unexpectedly, Abigail suddenly rushed over.

Caught off guard, Olivia was pushed and stumbled, almost falling into Victor’s arms before regaining her balance.