Chapter 197 Just One Shot
"One hundred percent? Quit talking nonsense," Riley snapped at James, her eyes blazing. "Only a fraud would claim one hundred percent."
David stepped in. "I believe in James."
He couldn't stop blaming himself. Hearing his dad had just three months left had thrown him off, making him forget about James, the expert.
If James could save him from the brink of death, treating a lung abscess should be a piece of cake.
"Young man, money's great, but it depends on your skills, not just showboating," Brooke sneered at James. "If you can cure Mr. Miller, I'll call you master."
Brooke had been practicing medicine for years, always smooth sailing and highly authoritative. When he said he could treat a condition, he meant it, and when he said there was no way, there was simply no way.
Naturally, being publicly challenged by James like this didn't sit well with him.
Several female doctors and nurses also sneered at James, thinking he was too arrogant.
In their mind, even the Apollo team found the condition extremely tricky. Where did James get the confidence to say he could cure it?
Riley chimed in, "Exactly, if you can cure Grandpa Miller, I'll call you big brother.
"If you can cure Grandpa Miller, I'll dub you big bro, and the ten thousand members of the Walker family will treat you as an honored guest.
"In short, if you cure him, I'll protect you," Riley glared fiercely at James. "Of course, if you can't, I'll break your leg."
She thought James was just causing trouble.
"Mr. Miller, dare to trust me this once?" James didn't care about their ridicule, just stared at Brandon and said, "I can solve it with one needle."
A glint of appreciation flashed in Brandon's eyes as he nodded. This young man was not simple.
At least this confidence was not something ordinary people had.
"James, can you cure me?" He leaned forward, looking at James. "One hundred percent?"
James nodded. "One hundred percent."
"Good!" Brandon let out a hearty laugh. "James, go ahead and treat me."
Whether it was youthful arrogance or real skill, a test would reveal the truth.
Riley was shocked. "Grandpa Miller."
Brooke also shook his head repeatedly. "Mr. Miller, no, no, this recklessness could cost you your life."
"It's decided." Brandon waved his hand lightly, making the decision. "James, how do you plan to treat me?"
Riley glared at James with hatred. "Bastard, if anything happens to Grandpa Miller, I'll make sure something happens to you."
James spoke word by word. "Mr. Miller, I need your absolute cooperation."
Brandon nodded. "Alright, I'll do as you say."
James didn't waste words, motioning for someone to bring a chair for Brandon to sit on.
Then, he took a rope and tied Brandon up tightly, making sure Brandon couldn't move at all.
"What are you doing?"
Riley's eyes widened; this seemed like a scene from an adult film.
James didn't respond to him, personally checking the tightness of the rope, then unbuttoning Brandon's shirt to expose the skin near his heart.
Under the mocking gazes of Brooke and the others, James whispered a few words into David's ear.
David was initially stunned, then quickly turned to make arrangements. Before long, he returned with a bucket of cold water.
"What on earth is this?" Brooke and the female doctors shook their heads. "This is ridiculous."
Riley also gripped a knife tightly, ready to stab James at any moment.
"Mr. Miller, get ready."
James ignored the crowd's gazes, holding a long silver needle and disinfecting it.
The needle was sharp and intimidating.
David stepped forward.
"Do it!"
James commanded.
Instantly, David poured the cold water over Brandon's head, drenching him completely and causing him to shiver abruptly.
At this moment, James leaned in close. The needle punctured the skin near Brandon's heart swiftly and precisely.
A yellow-red flow of pus emerged immediately, covering Brandon's sunken chest.
Brandon let out a muffled grunt and collapsed onto the chair, his face full of pain.
"Bastard, what did you do to Grandpa Miller?" Riley was furious. "This is murder! Murder!"
She was about to charge with the knife, but David blocked her.
Several female doctors also screamed that James had killed someone.
"Is the pus out?" Brooke was shocked to see Brandon's clothes.
James wiped the silver needle clean and tossed it on the table. He quickly bandaged Brandon's wound and nodded slightly to David. "Take Mr. Miller to his room, change his clothes, and warm him up with a blanket. Then brew the medicine I prescribed for him."
David and a few bodyguards untied Brandon and helped him back to his room, his eyes half-closed.
Two hours later, Brandon, who had taken the medicine, was sound asleep in bed.
Without Riley's orders, Brooke personally led a team to re-examine Brandon.
Fifteen minutes later, Brooke shouted in shock, "This is impossible, impossible."
Riley leaned over. "What is it? Is something wrong with Grandpa Miller?"
Brooke looked at James in disbelief. "No, no, the pus is all gone.
"Not only is the heart intact, but the failure has also been halted. This is amazing, truly amazing."
He didn't want to believe it, nor did he think the treatment was miraculous, but the facts showed Brandon's condition had improved.
"How did you do it? And why did you pour cold water? You must tell me, or I won't sleep tonight."
Brooke clung to James, refusing to let go until he got an answer.
Seeing Brooke like this, Riley and the others were completely stunned.
James had no bad impression of Brooke, so he didn't hide anything.
"It's simple. The lung abscess is very close to the heart, and a slight mistake could injure the heart. I poured ice water on Mr. Miller to make him shiver. When he shivers, his heart instinctively moves up, creating a gap between the abscess and the heart. At that moment, it's much easier to release the pus with a needle."
He explained his little trick for the treatment.
"I see, I see." Brooke suddenly understood and then gave James a thumbs up. "Mr. Williams, you are indeed impressive."
He knew very well that draining Brandon's pus required more than just a few tricks—it demanded exceptional medical skill. Without such expertise, a single wrong move could be fatal.
Brandon's heart was only lifted for a couple of seconds, a narrow window to strike precisely. It was as challenging as trying to catch a buzzing mosquito between two fingers.
If it were him, even with the same cold water trick, he wouldn't dare to proceed.
So James was indeed an expert.
At least better than him, Brooke.
"I keep my word, Mr. Williams. From now on, you are my master. Master, please guide me in the future."
He fervently kowtowed three times to James.
This action left the female doctors dumbfounded.
Riley looked embarrassed but finally stepped forward with a cold face. "James, from now on, you are..."
"Mr. Brooke, you're too kind. It was just a joke." Before Riley could finish, James quickly helped Brooke up and then ran off.
"Mr. Miller, I have to go now. I'll come back in a few days for a follow-up."
He didn't want to be entangled with Riley.
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