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The story of a rich husband who pretended to be poor until his wife becomes billionaires Part 5
How did you know that?”
Ruth’s eyes almost bulged out of her head. She was more shocked than
embarrassed that Dustin could tell so much about her health just by looking at
her tongue. Everything from the migraines to diarrhea was spot on. Was he
really that good, or did he just make a lucky guess?
“There’s a lot you can tell about a person just by looking at them,” Dustin said
nonchalantly.
“Do you believe him now, Ruth?” Natasha smiled. At the same time, she also
heaved a silent sigh of relief. Thank goodness Dustin knew what he was doing.
“He just got lucky!” Ruth refused to admit defeat.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Rhys, she’s just too stubborn for her own good. Please ignore
her,” Natasha told Dustin apologetically.
“It’s fine. Shall we begin?”
Dustin didn’t take Ruth’s attitude to heart. He walked over to Andrew and
gave him a thorough check-up. It didn’t take long for him to find out what was
going on. It was obvious to him that the old man had been poisoned. The
poison was pretty potent too. Thankfully, it was discovered early on, so he
could still be saved. Another day or two, and he would have been lying in the
morgue!
“Ms. Harmon, can you get me some silver acupuncture needles?” Dustin
asked.
“No problem.”
Natasha waved a hand. Immediately, one of her bodyguards went out. Five
minutes later, he returned with a set of acupuncture needles.
“Thank you.”
Dustin nodded his thanks, then began to take off the old man’s shirt. First, he
tapped his knuckles against the old man’s stomach to make sure he was
hitting the correct positions, then began to place the needles in the correct
pressure points. His actions were light but frm as his hands flew deftiy. With
his skill, his patient would not feel any pain from the needles. Seeing this,
Natasha was surprised.
“He’s good!”
She didn’t know much about acupuncture as a medical practice, but she knew
some experts in the field. From what she could see, those old experts had
nothing on Dustin. His actions were one of an experienced and talented
healer who had spent years in practice. She was curious about this man. Once
all 16 needles were in place, Dustin breathed a sigh of relief. It had been some
time since he last performed acupuncture, but thankfully he was still familiar.
Is that al? Nothing changed!” Ruth looked confused.
“Your grandfather has been poisoned. Itll take about two hours to drain the
toxin from his body; you shouldn’t remove the needles before the two hours
are up, or there might be serious side effects!”
Ruth pouted.
“Why should I believe you?”
“Ruth!”
Natasha glared at her sister.
“I need to go to the bathroom. Please watch over him while I’m gone,” Dustin
told the occupants of the room before leaving.
Not long after he left, a group of doctors barged in. These were some of the
most skilled doctors in the hospital. A balding man led the troupe.
“Hey! Who are you guys?” Ruth crossed her arms.
“My name is Jansen. I’m the executive director of the hospital, and also the
dean of the medical school. I’m here on orders to treat Old Mr. Harmon,” the
balding man introduced.
“Ah, you’re that famous Dr. Jansen! The best doctor in Swinton!” Ruth was
ecstatic.
“More like one of the best,” Dr. Jansen said proudly “but yes, I am.”
“It’s great to meet you, Dr. Jansen. Please help my grandfather.”
Ruth immediately moved out of his way. Clearly, she trusted Dr. Jansen more
than she trusted a youngster like Dustin.
“I will.” Dr. Jansen nodded. When he got nearer to the bed, he frowned.
“What’s with the needles? What nonsense is this?”
As he spoke, he made to remove the needles.
“Wait!” Seeing this, Natasha stopped him.
“What’s wrong?” Dr. Jansen asked, annoyed.
“Dr. Jansen, I’ve already hired another healer. He said that my grandfather
has been poisoned. We cannot remove these needles as there might be serious
side effects.”
“What a bunch of bullshit!” Dr. Jansen snorted derisively. “If these needles can
cure ailments, then what are doctors for?”
“That’s right!” Ruth agreed. “Natasha, that Dustin barely looks a day over 20.
How could he be a skilled healer? Please don’t tell me you believe the shit he
spewed.”
“Then how would you explain the way he could tell that you’re having
diarrhea just by looking at you?” Natasha asked.
“He… he made a lucky guess!” Ruth said.
“Ms. Harmon, all of the best doctors in Swinton are here. I don’t know who
you hired just now, but I believe he’s just conning you. Do you really think our
professionally trained doctors are not as good as a random guy on the street?”
Dr. Jansen asked. “I know you’re worried about Old Mr. Harmon, but please,
don’t believe in these superstitions. It would just make things worse!”
That’s right! Dr. Jansen has saved a lot of people. Don’t worry, Old Mr.
Harmon will be safe in his hands!” the other doctors behind him chimed in.
Their confidence weakened Natasha’s resolve. However, she insisted, “We
should wait for Mr. Rhys to come back.”
“Why should we?” Ruth said. “Maybe he’s already gone, Natasha!”
“Ms. Harmon, I’m a busy man. I’m not going to waste any more time here. If I
pull out these needles and anything happens to Old Mr. Harmon, itll be on
me.” With that, Dr. Jansen pulled out all of the needles.
As soon as the needles were removed, something strange happened.
Andrew’s body began convulsing. His face began to turn black, and blood
gushed out from his nose and mouth. The machines on either side of the bed
began beeping.
“What’s going on?” Dr. Jansen was surprised by the turn of events.
“What’s this, Dr. Jansen?” Natasha frowned.
“That’s strange, he was fine earlier..” Dr. Jansen felt uneasy.
“Sir, the patient is coding!”
“Quick, get the machines!”
Without delay, Dr. Jansen began emergency resuscitation. Even after a lot of
effort, Andrew did not seem to get better at all. In fact, his stats were declining
uncontrollably. Dr. Jansen was panicking.
“Ms. Harmon, I think… I think Old Mr. Harmon is… dying…”
“What?” Both Natasha and Ruth were shocked.
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