Go Back and I Rule There novel Chapter 5

The first needle descended in a silvery arc.

The little boy’s brow furrowed immediately, and he seemed to regain some consciousness, his small face scrunching up in discomfort.

The crowd gasped. “He’s waking up!”

Logan was stunned, his face turning pale. “How is that possible…?”

How did she do that?

With just one needle, the boy was already stirring?

Rosalind raised her hand again, her eyes clear and her expression perfectly calm.

The second needle went into the tip of his finger, a pinprick to let a single drop of blood.

Instantly!

The boy’s eyes fluttered open. They were large and round, framed by impossibly long lashes. He stared quietly up at Rosalind, his face still pale.

Everyone stared in disbelief.

One woman couldn't help but ask, “Miss, you just poked him twice, and he’s all better?”

Rosalind gently squeezed the boy’s fingertip, then pressed a sterilized cotton ball to it once the bleeding stopped. “It wasn’t random. His condition was caused by excessive heat, and acupuncture is effective for treating high fevers.”

“Sure, if you say so,” Logan sneered. “The kid hasn’t said a word. For all we know, that needle of yours caused some permanent damage!”

The woman was getting annoyed. “He’s awake, isn’t he? Why are you going on about side effects? You’re just trying to get out of your apology, aren’t you?”

“What’s it to you?” Logan shot her a glare, then a smug smile spread across his face. “I get it now. You’re all in on it together, aren’t you? One of you acts as the shill, the other stages the emergency. This is a group scam. I knew it. All you voodoo healers are just selling snake oil.”

She looked like a young girl, but the menacing aura radiating from her was suffocating.

Logan tried to act tough. “What would I be forgetting?”

“Your apology. And calling me Dad,” Rosalind said, tapping her phone lightly, looking as beautiful as a fallen angel.

Logan refused to back down. “Everyone makes a misdiagnosis now and then. I don’t have time to argue with a half-baked practitioner like you.”

The woman couldn't take it anymore. “Is that it? And he’s a student of Mr. Gonzalez Sr.? He lost, and he won’t even apologize? What kind of professional ethics is that?”

“What’s wrong with my ethics?” Logan said shamelessly. “Who can prove what I said? The money you people make in a lifetime wouldn’t be enough to afford a single consultation with Mr. Gonzalez Sr. I was doing you a favor by offering my help, and you short-lived peasants have the nerve to criticize me? If you want to cause a scene, go do it somewhere else. Don’t you know where you are?”

Her hands trembled with rage.

Logan scoffed, his face a mask of smug defiance. This was a civilized society. He didn’t believe this back-alley quack would actually dare to lay a hand on him.