NovelEnglishBehind Zephyr trailed a cadre of burly bodyguards, cloaked in black, sending a shiver of intimidation through Thalassa's heart. "Thalassa, who gave you permission to bring squack doctor to treat Lysander?" Zephyr thundered, his voice heavy with fury. His gaze was stern, shooting daggers at Dr. Funke.
Thalassa's heart skipped a beat, worried that Dr. Funke would take offense and refuse to treat Lysander. But to her relief, Dr. Funke remained stoic, seriously examining Lysander's pulse, seemingly unaffected by Zephyr's imposing presence.
Thalassa quickly stepped forward, blocking Zephyr's path to prevent him from getting close to Dr. Funke, her words tumbling out in a frantic plea, "Zephyr, Dr. Funke isn't squack doctor. He's a renowned doctor with a holistic approach. He's brought countless patients out of comas. I thought that if Dr. Funke treated Lysander, he might wake up soon..." Zephyr's piercing gaze turned icy as he retorted, "Are you saying the doctors the Sinclair family has consulted are inferior to this man you've brought? This Dr. Funke, this so-called renowned doctor, is nothing but a half- baked medic! What can he possibly cure? Step aside. No one makes decisions about Lysander's care without my consent," Zephyr demanded unequivocally.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAfter his command, he signaled to one of the bodyguards, who promptly stepped forward and pulled Thalassa away.
Outnumbered, Thalassa tried to stand her ground, to protect Dr. Funke from any disruption, but she was no match for the towering bodyguard and was forcibly separated.
As Zephyr approached Dr. Funke, ready to physically remove him, the doctor released Lysander's wrist.
Rising, Dr. Funke was neither embarrassed nor fearful; instead, he addressed Zephyr with calm authority, "The problem is simple: the stagnated blood is pressing on nerves. Years of this unrelieved pressure is why he's remained unconscious." Search the FindNøvelwebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.
"We've heard that diagnosis before. What good does it do? Without a treatment, it's all empty talk!" Zephyr scoffed dismissively.
NOW PLAY YOUR FAVOURITE GAMES ON Throughout these three years, Zephyr had sought out numerous esteemed doctors from all over the world. They could all diagnose the cause of Lysander's coma, yet none could cure him.
Zephyr was familiar with Dr. Funke's reputation. Though he had srecognition in the medical community, his eccentric nature and capricious willingness to treat patients based on snebulous notion of 'fate' made Zephyr skeptical.
Many had sought Dr. Funke's help only to be turned away. To Zephyr, such behavior was a charlatan's theatrics, lacking any substantial medical prowess.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAfter all, why would a true healer choose fate over fees when deciding whom to treat?
To Zephyr, a doctor who didn't prioritize patients above all else was no true healer, and thus he had never considered soliciting Dr. Funke's services, let alone trust him. "Zephyr..." Thalassa began, but before she could finish her plea, Dr. Funke spoke with a serene assertiveness that cut through the tension.
"Treating the symptoms of blood stagnation is quite manageable. With cooperation from the patient and family, can disperse the blood clots in his brain within two weeks. Subsequently, with a progressive rehabilitation plan, Lysander could be awake within two months."
Hope flickered in Thalassa's heart. upon hearing Dr. Funke's words No doctor before had dared to guarantee acure for Lysander, let alone provide a timeline for his awakening. Dr. Funke's confidence suggested he had full faith in his abilities, and for the first tin a long while, Thalassa dared to believe in a miracle.
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