Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! novel Chapter 83

“Grandpa, as long as you can endure the pain that’s coming, everything else will be fine.”

Old Mr. Lancaster’s smile instantly froze on his face.

He remembered the excruciating, bone-deep pain when Serena had pressed that point on his foot…

A cold sweat immediately broke out on his forehead.

He took a deep breath, a look of grim determination on his face, like a man marching to his doom. “Go ahead! Do it! Don't hold back! Grandpa… can take it!”

He spoke with bravado, even forcing a smile.

But the smile was incredibly strained.

It faltered even more when he saw Serena pick up a few silver needles and dip them into a specially prepared medicinal oil.

The gleaming silver needles now shone with an oily luster…

Old Mr. Lancaster swallowed hard, his throat making a nervous gulping sound.

It was a good thing his feet couldn't move.

Otherwise, they would undoubtedly be shaking uncontrollably right now.

“I'm starting.”

Serena’s slender fingers moved.

“I know my sister means well and wants to help Grandpa, and I understand her good intentions, but… but I just can't rest easy. Traditional medicine is complex and profound, and it relies on experience. It’s not something to be taken lightly. Serena is still so young and lacks experience. What if… what if she makes a mistake and hurts Grandpa?”

Isabella spoke with heartfelt sincerity, then turned to introduce the man beside her. “Grandpa, this is the renowned Marcus Doyle, Mr. Doyle! He’s the head of our Vaelion City’s Holistic Medicine Association, and he’s especially skilled in acupuncture and therapeutic massage. He has treated countless difficult cases and isn’t someone you can hire with just money.”

“It took a lot of convincing to get Mr. Doyle to come here. I was hoping he could take a look at Grandpa.”

Marcus Doyle stroked his goatee, his arrogant gaze falling on Old Mr. Lancaster’s legs before slowly turning to Serena.

Looking at Serena’s young, beautiful face and the needle she held, he frowned instantly, his eyes filled with disdain and disapproval. “Preposterous! Treatment is not a child’s game! What does a young girl like you know about massage? What do you understand about restorative techniques?”

“Old Mr. Lancaster’s condition involves blocked meridians and depleted circulation. I have been practicing for over fifty years, and even I wouldn’t dare claim I could cure it! You, a young girl, think you can do it just because you’ve watched a few TV shows? Are you willing to gamble with your elder’s life? If anything goes wrong, you won’t be healing him, you’ll be harming him! You’ll be disgracing a centuries-old healing art!”