"Okay, I'll take your word for it this time. If you cure him, the Sinclair family is willing to shell out two billion for your house call fee. Plus, we'll sing your praises in every major media outlet, hailing you as a miracle worker!"
Zephyr laid out his offer.
Over these past three years, he had consulted no fewer than ten doctors and spent a small fortune, yet none of them could bring Lysander out of his slumber.
If Dr. Funke could actually wake Lysander up, no amount of money would be too much.
The prospect of two billion would send any sane person over the moon, but Dr. Funke's next words left Zephyr gobsmacked.
"The patient's wife has already compensated me, and once I accept a favor, I do not double-dip," Dr. Funke stated.
The patient's wife? Was he referring to Thalassa?
Zephyr's murky gaze, sharp and hawk-like, swiveled towards Thalassa.
Feeling the piercing intensity of Zephyr’s stare, Thalassa's heart skipped a beat, her face the picture of discomfort. She was about to clarify that she hadn’t claimed to be Lysander's wife.
But before the words could leave her lips, Zephyr's attention had already shifted back to Dr. Funke. "When can we start?"
"Right now," Dr. Funke said, and after a pause, he added, "I have a custom when I practice. I need complete silence while I’m inserting the acupuncture needles. Any noise can throw off my precision, and being off even by a millimeter can affect the treatment's outcome."
"I understand," Zephyr said cooperatively. He turned to his bodyguards and instructed, "Stand guard outside the door. Don’t let anyone come in and disturb us."
"Understood!" The bodyguards nodded, exiting the room and closing the door behind them to stand watch.
Assured of privacy, Zephyr said to Dr. Funke, "You can begin. No one will disturb you."
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