Chapter 190 The Magical Witch Doctor's Acupuncture
Margaret's eyes snapped open, and she was greeted by the cabin lights above. The plane was still cruising smoothly. She let out a big sigh of relief. "Just a nightmare," she muttered.
"Margaret, you good?" a few worried voices chimed in at once.
Margaret clutched her chest, nodded her head, still spooked, and said, "It's nothing. Just a bad dream."
That dream felt way too real. Like, it could've actually happened. Why was she having such a weird dream? Maybe it was 'cause Angel had been getting on her nerves lately?
Lyle turned to look at her, noticing her pale face and the sweat on her forehead. "Margaret, you look awful. You sure you're okay?" he asked, concerned.
Margaret forced a smile. "Yeah, I'm fine."
"Let me check," Pryce said, getting up and walking over to her. He bent down a bit and started examining her pupils.
After a couple of minutes, Pryce smiled and said, "You're good. Probably just stressed out. Get some rest."
"Okay," Margaret said, calming down. "Thanks, Pryce."
She really had been through a lot lately—trapped in a cave by an avalanche, two days of constant fear, then finding Pryce and rushing back to Ravenford right after being rescued. Even with her good health, it was a bit much.
"Get me a glass of lemon water," William suddenly said to the flight attendant in a deep voice.
"Mr. Fisher, just a moment," the flight attendant replied with a polite smile. Soon, she brought the lemon water and handed it to William. "Mr. Fisher, your lemon water."
William took the glass and handed it to Margaret. "Your favorite. Drink up; it'll help."
Margaret was taken aback and instinctively took the glass. Her fingertips brushed against the warmth of William's palm, and her heartbeat slowed for a moment. That familiar feeling made her pause. 'Does William still remember I like lemon water?'
"William, I want some lemon water too," Angel said, clutching his hand tightly, jealousy flashing in her eyes as she shook his arm.
William, expressionless, told the flight attendant, "Bring another glass of lemon water."
"Thanks, William," Angel whispered in his ear, giving Margaret a smug look when he wasn't looking.
Margaret, fuming, set the lemon water aside. No matter how she looked at it, Angel didn't seem like the sweet, kind girl William always described. She really needed to dig into this Angel character.
After a few hours of travel, the plane finally touched down at Ravenford Airport.
"Pryce, let's hit the hospital to see Bradley now," Margaret said eagerly as soon as they got off the plane.
Pryce nodded. "Let's go."
Peter had already arranged a car, and the group headed to the hospital. In the ward, Patterson, who had gotten the news, was waiting for them. Daisy and Abigail were also there, keeping watch by Bradley's side.
"Dr. Hawthorne, how's my grandpa?" William asked anxiously as soon as he walked into the ward.
"Still the same," Patterson said, his eyes shifting to Pryce behind William. "He's still in a coma, but all the vitals are stable. Pryce, come take a look."
Pryce stepped forward, his voice icy. "Everyone out. Wait outside."
William's brows knitted together. Sure, everyone said Pryce was some kind of medical wizard, but it was all hearsay. He hadn't seen it for himself. What if something went wrong with just Pryce and his grandpa in there?
Daisy suddenly cut in, her tone frosty. "All of us out? No way."
She eyed Pryce up and down. "Are you Pryce Holt?"
Pryce didn't even flinch, just ignored her.
"William, is this really Pryce Holt? Can he actually help your grandpa?" Daisy's voice got louder, sharper. "I heard it was Margaret who found him? Don't forget, it was Margaret who got your grandpa into this mess. Can she really be trusted to find someone to fix it?"
"Mrs. Fisher, that's enough. Question me all you want, but don't you dare question Pryce!" Margaret shot back, not expecting Daisy to treat Pryce like this. She'd gone through hell to bring him here and wasn't about to let Daisy mess it up.
"Mom, enough," William said coldly, noticing Pryce's darkening expression. "We'll all go out."
No matter what, Pryce was their best shot at saving Bradley. He had to trust Margaret and believe Pryce could do it.
Daisy's face twisted, and Abigail chimed in, "William, Daisy's right. Grandpa's a noble man; how can we let someone like him treat him?"
"Shut up! Since when do you get a say in grandpa's matters?" William's face tightened, and he had the bodyguards drag Daisy and Abigail out.
"Pryce, I'm counting on you," William said solemnly, looking Pryce in the eye. Then, he turned and walked out with everyone else.
Pryce suddenly said, "Margaret stays."
Margaret paused. "Okay, Pryce."
"No! Margaret, you can't go in," Daisy blocked her. "You troublemaker, haven't you done enough damage?"
William pulled Daisy away, his face cold. "Mom, can you just be quiet for once?"
"William, have you forgotten how your grandpa got sick? Do you want Margaret to mess things up again?" Daisy glared at Margaret, trying to block her again, but William pulled her away.
Margaret ignored Daisy and walked into the ward, closing the door behind her.
"How is it, Pryce? Can Bradley be cured?" Margaret asked, her eyes full of hope.
Pryce thought for a moment. "Yes."
Margaret's heart eased. She trusted Pryce's skills. If he said it could be cured, it could be cured.
Pryce opened his medical kit, revealing a row of silver needles of various sizes.
"Pryce, are you going to use acupuncture?" Margaret asked.
She'd thought about using acupuncture on Bradley before but wasn't confident enough to try it. Now, with Pryce doing it himself, Bradley would surely recover.
"Yes," Pryce nodded, picking out a few of the thinnest needles, disinfecting them with alcohol, and then inserting them into Bradley's chest.
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
