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“Grandpa!”

In the ward, Tara stomped her foot in frustration as she blushed even more.

She felt it wasn't fair for a grandparent to side with an outsider over their granddaughter.

“Haha, I'm just in a good mood, so I cracked a joke.” Dylan laughed when he saw his granddaughter’s anxious expression. He then turned to Cameron. “Young man, I was just joking earlier. Please don't take it to heart.”

Cameron realized it was a joke and felt relieved. He let out a warm smile. “Mr. Smith, I understand. Please lie down and I'll start the treatment.”

"Alright then.” Dylan agreed. Watching Tara's still-blushing cheeks, he lamented

He had made that comment to gauge Tara's reaction to Cameron. Tara's aversion to men wasn't from birth but developed as she grew up, partly due to an experience during her university days. As her grandfather, Dylan wished for her to return to her former cheerful and lively self. He did not want her to remain a woman who, despite appearing warm, kept men at a distance.

Tara seemed to understand her grandfather's intention and wasn't truly upset. Opening up to men again was just difficult for her...

“I'm going to start now,” Cameron announced. He was unaware of these undercurrents. He took out eight prepared acupuncture needles from his bag.

“Go ahead,” Dylan nodded.

Cameron prepared himself and channeled his energy. He then skillfully inserted the needles into specific acupoints on Dylan's body.

As the needles pierced the skin, Dylan felt a burning sensation, as if a flame was igniting within him. The initial pain soon subsided, turning into a warm flow, much to his surprise and comfort. Cameron focused, pouring more energy into the treatment. Sweat began to bead on his forehead. The process seemed simple but required significant focus.

Tara watched as she was moved by Cameron's dedication. She could see he cared deeply for her grandfather's condition.

After ten minutes, Cameron withdrew the needles and exhaled deeply. “All done, Mr. Smith.” “Here's a towel, Cameron.” Tara quickly handed him one.

“Thank you,” Cameron said gently while wiping the sweat from his brow.

“Mr. Smith, you can get up and move around now. Let's see how you feel,” Cameron suggested, setting the towel aside.

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“Sure!” Dylan laughed as he felt revitalized. He stood up from the bed without assistance for the first time since falling ill.

"Grandpa, how do you feel?” Tara asked, concerned.

“I haven't felt this refreshed in a long time!” Dylan beamed.

His condition had significantly improved from before

"What technique did you use, Cameron? It's miraculous,” Dylan asked in amazement.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“It's just a regular technique, but the acupoints stimulated were special. I learned it from a master, Cameron explained.

“Indeed, a great teacher produces a great student!” Dylan praised. Humble yet skilled, such a young man had limitless potential.

“Mr. Smith, please rest for now. I'll come back in a week for another session. After the next visit, you should be ready for discharge. A couple more treatments should fully cure you,” Cameron said as he was pleased with Dylan's progress.

"Great! Tara, see Cameron out for me!” Dylan was thrilled.

"Okay, Grandpa,” Tara said as her gaze toward Cameron softened.

“Let's go, Cameron,

Cameron,” Tara said with a smile..

“No need, Dr. Smith. I can make my way back. Spend more time with your grandpa,” Cameron insisted

“But you've come all this way. It wouldn't be right to let you go back alone. Besides, I was about to head to the supermarket to get some groceries for dinner,” Tara explained.

"Okay then. We'll go together.” Cameron laughed lightly.

“Alright,” Tara said as her demeanor became more reserved than her usual exuberance.

“Dr. Smith, let's go. Mr. Smith, see you later,” Cameron said casually.

He waved goodbye to Dylan before leaving the ward with Tara.

As they approached the corridor's end, a plea from a nearby ward made them pause.

“Doctor, please! I beg you, save my mother! I'm begging you!"

The voice was filled with desperate sorrow.

Cameron frowned. He recognized the familiar voice. He wondered if it could really be Madison.