Chapter 191 Three Sessions
Pryce's moves were slick, and he worked with such precision that Margaret was left totally awestruck.
"Margaret, you catch all that?" Pryce slowed down on purpose, giving her a quick look.
"Yeah, got it," Margaret nodded, mentally jotting down Pryce's technique.
After about thirty minutes, Pryce pulled the silver needles out of Bradley's chest one by one and stashed them back in his kit.
"Pryce, is it done?" Margaret was still lost in the magic of Pryce's acupuncture skills.
"Yes," Pryce nodded, then turned to open the ward door.
William, who'd been pacing outside, rushed in as soon as the door cracked open. "How's my grandpa?" he asked, all anxious.
"Bradley's condition can be treated with traditional acupuncture," Pryce said, taking his time. "I just gave him one session."
"Then why's he still out cold? Are you some kind of fraud?" Daisy snapped, looking at the still-unconscious Bradley.
Margaret smirked. "No response? Can't you see his color's way better?"
William glanced down and, sure enough, Bradley's face wasn't as ghostly pale anymore; there was a bit of color. It looked like Bradley was on the mend.
William's tense face softened, and just as he was about to thank Pryce, he saw Bradley's fingers twitch.
"Grandpa, Grandpa!" William shouted, grabbing Bradley's hand, his voice full of joy.
Pryce, cool as ever, said, "He won't wake up right away. Bradley needs at least three acupuncture sessions to come around, and I've only done one."
"Then please, Pryce, do the next sessions ASAP," William pleaded. He'd been waiting forever for Bradley to wake up, and now there was finally a glimmer of hope.
Pryce raised an eyebrow. "Can't rush it. Each session needs a three-day gap. Otherwise, it's risky."
"I get it," William sighed, a bit bummed out. That meant it would take at least ten more days for Bradley to wake up. But, compared to before, things were looking up. At least Bradley was getting better, and he'd wake up after three sessions.
Thinking about this, William's tone lightened up. "Pryce, then please stick around until my grandpa wakes up."
Before William could finish, Pryce cut him off, "I'm leaving right now."
"What?" William was floored. "But what about my grandpa..."
"Margaret can handle the rest," Pryce said, looking at Margaret.
"Margaret? Can she really do it?" Daisy objected, her voice sharp.
Margaret shot back with a cold sneer. "If I can't, can you?"
Daisy's face twisted. Margaret went on, "Didn't you just doubt Pryce's skills? Fact is, Pryce's the real deal and can totally cure Bradley."
"He might be able to, but that doesn't mean you can!" Abigail stepped up, glaring at Margaret. "Do you even know anything about medicine? Or are you just trying to impress William?"
Pryce frowned. "Margaret, I'm outta here." The Fishers were too much drama for him to handle.
Pryce turned and quickly walked out of the ward.
"Pryce, let me see you out," Margaret hurried after him.
Pryce paused, giving Margaret a meaningful look. "Margaret, no need. Take care."
With that, he left without looking back.
Margaret knew Pryce well; he was always decisive. Watching him leave, she couldn't help but sigh. If it weren't for Bradley's illness, she wouldn't have dragged Pryce into the Fisher family's mess, especially to be grilled by Daisy.
As Margaret was lost in thought, William's raspy voice broke through. "Margaret, did Pryce really leave?"
Margaret turned around, her face calm. "Yeah, he's gone. But don't worry, I'll take care of Bradley." After all, Bradley's illness was on her, and she was determined to fix it.
"I'll be back in three days to give Bradley another acupuncture session," Margaret said coolly, shooting a glance at Angel, who was sticking close to William. "I'm beat, so I'm heading out."
"I'll walk you out," William offered without thinking.
"No need," Margaret said, frowning, and then turned to head for the elevator.
William wanted to follow, but Angel stopped him. "William, I want to go back too. Can you take me?"
When Margaret reached the hospital entrance, a sleek black Bentley pulled up right in front of her. It was Lyle's car.
The door opened, and Lyle stepped out, all gentleman-like, nodding slightly. "Margaret, hop in. I'll take you home."
Margaret was exhausted from all the running around lately. "Thanks," she smiled and got into the passenger seat.
"Where's Juniper?" Margaret asked, turning her head.
Lyle leaned over to fasten her seatbelt. "She went back to the hotel first."
"Got it," Margaret replied lightly.
Lyle hit the gas, and the car headed towards East Garden.
When William reached the hospital entrance, he saw Margaret smiling as she got into Lyle's car. His face instantly turned cold.
Angel caught up. "William, what are you looking at?"
"Nothing," William said, pulling his gaze away, his lips pressed into a tight line, clearly pissed.
"Isn't that Lyle and Margaret?" Angel added, seeing William's reaction. "Looks like the rumors online are true. Margaret must be living with Lyle."
"Marjorie, didn't you say you were tired and wanted to go home?" William cut her off, annoyed.
"Yeah," Angel said, looking at him with puppy eyes. "William, can you take me home?"
"I've got stuff to do. I'll have the driver take you," William said coldly.
Angel hesitated. "William, what do you have to do? I'll go with you."
"No need, Marjorie, you go home first," William insisted, calling the driver to take Angel home. He then drove off, his face like stone, heading straight for East Garden.
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