At the Empire Hotel in Xanthalos, Nash waited two hours before his patient finally arrived. He was an


    old man with sparse hair. His right hand was gloved, his lips were ck, and his eyescked luster.


    Nash was annoyed at the two–hour dy.


    Just as he was about to speak, Isadora said, “100 million for every hour. I’ll transfer you 200 million


    right away!”


    “How kind of you, Miss Sloan.” Nash smiled faintly. That did not seem like too much of a loss.


    ‘Kind? Not at all. I can tell from the way you asked that you’re looking to profit,‘ Isadora thought to


    herself. She smiled elegantly as she said, “Mr. Calcraft, your time is precious. Since I’ve dyed you


    for so long,pensation is only fair.”


    She then turned to Julian Tomlin, who had just been temporarily assigned a task by her father. “Mr.


    Tomlin, Mr. Calcraft here is a remarkable doctor. He can cure your illness!”


    Seeing how young Nash was, Julian could not help but feel skeptical and wonder if Isadora had been


    deceived. However, he quickly suppressed his doubts. If this kid dared deceive them, he would not be


    leaving here today.


    “In that case, I’ll be counting on you!”


    Julian took off his glove, revealing a dry palm resembling that of a chicken’s feet. Rolling up his sleeve


    revealed his entire right arm was made of just skin and bones.


    “Wasn’t this caused by demonic cultivation?” Nash asked.


    Julian was slightly surprised. Even the young miss did not know how he had injured his arm, yet this kid


    had figured it out with just one nce. This miracle doctor might have some skills to him after all.


    “Did you get poisoned?” Nash asked tentatively.


    Julian sneered. He was about to refute Nash when he added, “Let’s avoid doubt for now. You engaged


    in a battle with a martial artist, and your right shoulder was injured. This martial artist’s true energy


    contained a potent poison, which they had injected into your body. So, to you, it only felt like your


    meridians were injured!”


    Julian sucked in a breath. Over the years, his boss had spent billions on his treatment. He had seen


    countless doctors, but none had detected any toxins. It was why he had been quick to want to refute


    Nash when he imed he had been poisoned.


    However, what he said along with his im plunged him into contemtion.


    He did indeed believe that the martial artist he fought had only injured his meridians. Despite consulting


    countless traditional doctors and trying various remedies, nothing had worked.


    Nash stood up, approached the old man, and grabbed his right hand. With a flip of his hand, a snake–


    shaped golden needle appeared in Nash’s hand. The needle tip pierced into the gap between Julian’s


    index finger and fingernail, causing Julian to feel a sharp pain.


    Excitement shot through him, and tears welled up in his eyes. “I… I can feel the pain!” Excitement shot


    through him,


    Eight years. This hand of his had been useless for eight years. Never did Julian imagine that a mere


    needle from this young miracle doctor would make him feel pain. This was a good sign..


    Nash flipped Julian’s right hand again. As if performing magic, he produced golden needles that slid


    into the gaps between Julian’s nails. A needle was inserted into each of his five fingers.


    Then, one needle was inserted into Julian’s pulse point. His weak pulse instantly became strong and


    vigorous.


    Following that, Nash inserted golden needles from Julian’s wrist into his shoulder. As the needles


    vibrated, Julian’s entire right arm turned red. The meridians and blood vessels started to show on the


    surface of his skin.


    The blood in the veins became visible to their eyes. It was surging as the veins bulged. Even the


    shriveled skin began to slowly swell.


    After about 10 ten, muscles began forming in Julian’s arm. Nash pped Julian’s right shoulder hard,


    and a surge of true energy


    Nash’s hand, the needles fell into his palm. With another flip of his wrist, they disappeared Nash’s


    hand, the needles fell into his palm. without a trace.


    The series of smooth and flowing movements left Isadora and Violet dumbfounded. Nash’s face was


    somewhat pale as he said in a low voice, “Try making a fist…”


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    Julian clenched his right hand, and the veins bulged again. Shivers wracked his body as tears


    streamed down his face. He bowed to Nash deeply and said, “Your miraculous hands have cured me.


    Your medical skills are extraordinary. I’m deeply grateful!”