Mysterious Mrs. Pansy

Chapter 190: Miraculous Acupuncture



Suddenly opening her eyes, Jane found herself surrounded by the cabin’s overhead lights as the plane continued its smooth flight.

Jane took a long breath, relieved that it was just a nightmare…

“Jane, how are you feeling?” Several concerned voices spoke simultaneously.

Jane, holding her chest, with lingering fear, shook her head. “Nothing, just had a nightmare.”

The dream had felt so real.

Real to the point it seemed like an actual event.

Why would she dream such a strange dream?

Could it be because of being nauseated by Candice these past few days?

Osborn glanced at Jane, seeing her pale face and sweat on her forehead.

Concerned, he spoke, “Jane, you look awful. Are you sure you’re okay?”

Jane forced a smile. “I’m fine.”

“I’ll take a look.” Rory stood up and walked to Jane.

Bending down slightly, he placed his index finger on Jane’s pulse.

After two minutes, Rory smiled and said, “Nothing serious. Probably because you’ve been too tired and mentally stressed these past few days. Just rest, and you’ll be fine.”

“Okay.” Jane regained her composure. “Thank you, Uncle Newton.”

These past few days had indeed been exhausting for her-trapped in a cave after an avalanche, two days of constant anxiety, and rushing back to Guavo after being rescued. Even with her good physical condition, it took a toll.

“Give me a cup of lemon water,” Patrick suddenly spoke, addressing the flight attendant.

“Mr. Pansy, please wait a moment.” The flight attendant smiled and respectfully replied.

Soon, she brought the lemon water and handed it to Patrick. “Mr. Pansy, here’s your lemon water.”

Patrick took the cup and turned, passing it to Jane. “You like lemon water. Drink some; it’ll make you feel better.”

Jane hesitated for a moment but instinctively took the cup. The touch of Patrick’s palm against her fingertips caused her heart to skip a beat.

Did Patrick still remember that she liked lemon water?

“Paddy, I want lemon water too.” Candice tightened her grip on Patrick’s hand, a hint of envy flashing in her eyes, as she nudged his arm.

Patrick, expressionless, told the flight attendant, “Bring another cup of lemon water.”

“Thank you, Paddy.” Candice leaned close to Patrick’s ear, flashing a provocative smile at Jane where he couldn’t see.

Frustrated, Jane placed the lemon water aside.

No matter how she looked at it, Candice didn’t seem like the gentle and understanding girl Patrick described.

It seemed she needed to investigate this Candice more thoroughly.

After several hours of long-distance travel, the plane finally landed smoothly at Guavo’s airport.

“Uncle Newton, let’s go to the hospital to see Old Pansy now.” The moment the plane landed, Jane couldn’t wait to head to the hospital.

Rory nodded. “Let’s go.”

Morton had already arranged a car, and the group hurried to the hospital.

In the hospital room, Dr. Pater, informed in advance, was waiting for them.

Beatrice and Melissa were also in the room, keeping vigil by Old Pansy’s side.

“Dr. Pater, how is my grandfather?” Patrick hurriedly asked upon entering the room.

“Same as before.” Dr. Pater’s gaze shifted to Rory behind Patrick. “Still unconscious, but all the indicators are normal. Dr. Newton, come over and take a look.”

Rory took a step forward, speaking coldly, “All of you, leave. Wait outside for me.”

Patrick’s sword-like eyebrows furrowed.

Despite the widespread acclaim for Rory’s miraculous medical skills, the rumors were just that-rumors.NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

He hadn’t witnessed it personally.

If only he and his grandfather were in the room, what if something went wrong…

Suddenly, Beatrice coldly interjected, “We all leave? That’s not acceptable.”

Beatrice scrutinized Rory from head to toe. “You are Dr. Newton?”

Rory remained expressionless, ignoring her.

“Patrick, is this guy really Dr. Newton? Can he cure your grandfather?” Beatrice raised her voice, her tone sharp. “I heard Jane brought him. Don’t forget, it’s Jane who caused your grandfather’s condition. Is she genuinely kind enough to find someone to treat him?”

“Mrs. Pansy, mind your words. You can question me, but you absolutely cannot question Uncle Newton!” Jane, caught off guard by Beatrice’s confrontation, retorted.

After all the hardships she endured to bring Uncle Newton, she didn’t want Beatrice to ruin it.

“Mom, stop talking.” Patrick, seeing Rory’s displeased expression, spoke coldly. “Everyone, leave.”

Regardless of everything, Dr. Newton was now his grandfather’s only hope.

He was willing to trust Jane, to trust that Rory could heal his grandfather.

Beatrice’s face changed, and Melissa added, “Cousin, Aunt is right. Grandfather is of noble status. How can we let someone like him treat him?”

“Shut up! When did it become your turn to speak about Grandfather’s matters?” Patrick’s handsome face tensed, and he directly had the bodyguards pull Beatrice and Melissa out.

“Dr. Newton, I entrust my grandfather to you.” Patrick glanced deeply at Rory and spoke in a deep voice.

Afterward, he, along with the others, walked out of the ward.

Rory suddenly spoke, “Jane, stay.”

Jane paused in her steps. “Alright, Uncle Newton.”

“No! Jane, you can’t go in.” Beatrice blocked Jane. “You, the jinx, do you want to harm us more?!”

Patrick, with a cold face, pulled Beatrice away. “Mom, can you please stay quiet!”

“Patrick, did you forget how your grandfather fell ill? Do you want Jane to harm him again?” Beatrice glared fiercely at Jane, attempting to stop her again but was pulled away by Patrick.

Ignoring Beatrice, Jane entered the ward and closed the door.

“How is it, Uncle Newton? Can you cure Old Pansy’s illness?” Jane, with hopeful eyes, stared at Rory.

After a moment of contemplation, Rory spoke, “Yes.”

Jane felt a wave of relief.

She believed in Rory’s medical skills. If Uncle Newton said it could be cured, then it surely could.

Rory opened his medical kit, revealing an array of silver needles.

“Uncle Newton, are you planning to use acupuncture?” Jane asked.

She had thought about using acupuncture for Old Pansy before, but she lacked the confidence, and the opportunity didn’t present itself.

Now, with Uncle Newton personally administering acupuncture to Old Pansy, there was certainty that it could bring about a full recovery.

“Yes.” Rory nodded, selected a few of the thinnest silver needles, sterilized them with alcohol, and then approached the acupoints on Old Pansy’s chest.


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