Go Back and I Rule There novel Chapter 38

“On the detoxification acupoints.” Unlike the emergency treatment, Rosalind only used three needles on Mr. Martinez this time, each one leaving him wanting more.

The sensation was simply mystical.

It felt as if his once-blocked organs had been cleared, making him feel years younger.

Mr. Martinez was filled with respect. “Such talent in one so young. With medical skills like yours, the future of medicine is bright.”

“I was taught well by my elders at home.” Rosalind placed her palm on his back and, as she spoke, pressed down firmly.

Before Mr. Martinez could react, he heard a dull thud.

“This… is this? Bone-setting?” Mr. Martinez looked over his shoulder.

Rosalind nodded. “Yes. I noticed your thoracic spine was slightly misaligned when I was placing the needles. Try moving now.”

“The stiffness is gone.” Mr. Martinez couldn’t believe that a chronic problem of his had been fixed so easily by a young woman.

It wasn’t that other doctors hadn’t looked at it before, but they were all intimidated by his status and didn’t dare to perform any forceful adjustments.

The issue wasn't severe, but after long hours of sitting in meetings, his back would inevitably become stiff, making sleep uncomfortable.

Now, as Mr. Martinez moved his arms, he felt nothing but relief.

He had also started sweating profusely for some reason, soaking his patient gown.

At first, Dr. Lopez thought this was abnormal.

It was only when Rosalind said, “The toxins have been sweated out. We can remove the needles now,” that he realized this was all part of her intentional treatment.

“Can acupoints really induce sweating?” Warner, who had been silent for a while, leaned closer, his voice right behind Rosalind’s ear.

Rosalind turned her head and was met with his devastatingly handsome face, which now held a rare expression of… curiosity?

Warner didn’t know what she was thinking. He only heard her words and was suddenly reminded of what Fabian had told them that morning.

“Don’t be fooled by her indifferent appearance. She lives a really tough life.”

Fabian had said this while setting out their breakfast. “I walked her home yesterday. Chairman Martinez, Mr. Turner, you’ll never guess what I saw.”

“That old alley was pitch black, not a single streetlight. And her family doesn’t run a clinic—it’s a foot massage parlor. That’s where she sleeps at night.”

“Sigh, it’s just like they say, children from poor families have to grow up fast. At her age, she should be in school, but instead, she’s out making house calls for her family.”

“And you should have seen her when I met her in the square! Her forehead was covered in sweat, and she was running a free clinic for the elderly, saying she doesn't charge the poor. She has such a kind heart…”

Fabian’s words were still fresh in his mind.

As Warner looked at the young woman before him, his brow furrowed, and he found himself saying, almost involuntarily, “You still haven’t accepted my consultation fee.”