“Grandpa, as long as you can endure the pain that’s coming, everything else will be fine.”
Old Mr. Lancaster’s smile instantly froze on his face.
He remembered the excruciating, bone-deep pain when Serena had pressed that point on his foot…
A cold sweat immediately broke out on his forehead.
He took a deep breath, a look of grim determination on his face, like a man marching to his doom. “Go ahead! Do it! Don't hold back! Grandpa… can take it!”
He spoke with bravado, even forcing a smile.
But the smile was incredibly strained.
It faltered even more when he saw Serena pick up a few silver needles and dip them into a specially prepared medicinal oil.
The gleaming silver needles now shone with an oily luster…
Old Mr. Lancaster swallowed hard, his throat making a nervous gulping sound.
It was a good thing his feet couldn't move.
Otherwise, they would undoubtedly be shaking uncontrollably right now.
“I'm starting.”
Serena’s slender fingers moved.
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