Chapter 1224

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“However, this is a process that requires strict consistency.”

“If you’re willing to commit, you’ll need treatment once or twice a week.”

“Please don’t find it tedious. Stick with it for three months, and you will see significant results.”

Lucius didn’t mind the hassle at all. “Really?”

“Yes, and I’ll prepare some medicinal packs for hot compresses. You’ll apply them every other day for the best outcome.”

Claire was entirely confident in her assessment.

In the past, Dr. Sterling Senior had also used acupuncture to unblock his pathways, but the old doctor was simply too busy.

Every session required Lucius to work around the doctor’s chaotic schedule, which often proved impossible.

Because the treatments were so sporadic, the results had never been particularly noticeable.

Hearing this, Claire quickly clarified, “Dr. Sterling is incredibly busy. It’s not that he lacked a solution for this type of old spinal trauma.”

After all, Sterling’s Thirteen Needles was a legendary technique.

Claire wasn’t arrogant enough to claim she was better than Dr. Sterling.

It was true; there was nothing to be done about the scheduling conflicts, as everyone had different duties.

Lucius had his own health team, and one of his physicians was actually a student of Dr. Sterling.

However, that physician could only execute Sterling’s Thirteen Needles at about seventy percent of the master’s proficiency.

It provided some relief, but the results were negligible.

Claire’s approach was different. Her treatment plan was multi-layered.

The medicinal hot compresses, in particular, were incredibly effective.

Plus, they were simple and convenient; anyone on his staff could easily manage them for him.

Claire performed acupuncture on Lucius for half an hour.

She had assumed most of the guests outside would have left by now.

Surprisingly, the group of VIPs, led by Walden, was still waiting in the hall.

One of the elders couldn’t hold back his impatience and immediately asked Lucius how he felt.

General Chandler hadn’t been able to

attend today due to a scheduling conflict. If he had been here, Lucius wouldn’t have even needed to speak; Chandler would have already been hyping up Claire’s reputation to the heavens.

“Lucius, how’s that old back of yours feeling?”

Lucius nodded enthusiastically. “I have to admit, aside from Dr. Sterling, no one has

ever made me feel this relaxed.”

The old general was absolutely thrilled.

Initially, attending this wedding had

taken a massive toll on his frail body, but after experiencing Claire’s miraculous acupuncture, he felt entirely rejuvenated.

“Then…” One of the other elders looked at Claire with a hesitant expression.

Lucius instantly knew what was on his mind.

“Harlan, are you hoping Claire can take a look at your grandson?”

Harlan Harding let out a heavy sigh. “Yes. That boy has been totally devastated ever since his car crash.”

“Watching him waste away day by day for the past few years has been tearing our family’s hearts to shreds.”

Harlan’s grandson had originally dreamed of a military career.

Yet, just after being selected for service at the age of eighteen, he had been in a horrific car accident while trying to save someone’s life.

The little girl he saved walked away without a scratch, but his own body was ruined.

Now, he was confined to a wheelchair, completely paralyzed from the waist down.

The doctors had initially recommended amputation, but he had fought desperately to

keep his legs, clinging to the hope that he might walk again.

If he lost his legs, his lifelong dream would truly become nothing more than a fantasy.

But lately, Ewan was slipping deeper into depression every single day.

“My grandson is such a good kid. It’s a tragedy that something like this happened to him.”

Saving a life was supposed to be a heroic deed, yet now, Ewan was trapped in unspeakable agony.

Many people whispered that if they were in Ewan’s shoes, they would have regretted the rescue long ago.

“I can evaluate him, but this kind of situation relies heavily on the patient’s own willpower.”

“If someone refuses to face reality

lacks motivation, and is trapped in a toxicmindset the treatment process becomes exponentially more difficult.”

Claire completely empathized. Going from a golden prodigy to a paraplegic was a catastrophic blow.

No matter how optimistic someone was, a reality like that was nearly impossible to accept.

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