Chapter 47 Are You a Miracle Healer
"James... please come in." Under the astonished gazes of Alice and Lydia, Taylor welcomed James into the eighth-floor office.
The office, spanning over square feet, was luxuriously decorated. Not only was the furniture branded, but the floor-to-ceiling windows were also bulletproof.
A bookshelf on one wall displayed dozens of antiques, including porcelain, snuff bottles, and jade stone ornaments, each unique in its own right.
Several paintings also adorned the wall behind the desk.
Taylor offered, "Would you like something to drink?"
It must be said that she seemed more mature and dignified here at the company than at home, though she still radiated a compelling innocence and showed signs of growth.
James glanced at her briefly, then shook his head. "Don't bother. Come and let me treat you quickly. I need to go grocery shopping later."
Taylor almost grabbed a paper-knife in frustration. But she restrained her anger, slipped off her shoes, and even took off her stockings in front of James before sitting down in front of him.
She lifted her left foot, revealing a foot as clear and radiant as crystal, with perfectly curved lines and nails painted gold that shimmered in the sunlight.
Taylor smirked, "Let us begin the treatment."
James took a deep breath to calm his impulses and then reached out to hold her foot.
A scar, over an inch long and very dark, was on her sole, stark against her otherwise pale skin.
Clearly, this was the injury Taylor had sustained while ice skating.
James looked up and asked, "Did you eat a lot of seafood last night?"
"How did you know?" Taylor was slightly startled, then nodded. "I was happy yesterday, so I had a big meal. I love hairy crabs and ate several. Does it matter?"
"You were infected when you were injured, and although treated, the infection wasn't completely eradicated, leaving inflammations in your body," James spoke calmly, "So whenever you encounter something cold or eat seafood, it triggers the inflammation to spread, causing pain in your old injury and even in your left foot."
"Your headaches are also a side effect."
"If you don't get proper treatment, in three months at most, not only will you lose a leg, but your internal organs will also start to fail."
Taylor was shocked. Then, she leaned forward, draping herself over the coffee table and arching her back in a very provocative pose.
"Stop talking and just treat me," she cried out, her voice tinged with desperation. "I don't want to be amputated. I'd rather die than have that."
James was baffled. "What are you doing?"
"Aren't you going to treat me?" Taylor pouted. "I'm just getting into position. Go ahead and hit me; as long as it cures my foot, I can take it."
James slapped her backside, saying, "Who told you I was going to treat you like that?"
"Last time was to ease your headache."
He couldn't help but laugh. "Today, I'm treating your foot. I need to remove the inflammation and draw out the toxins."
Taylor's face flushed with embarrassment, and she quickly withdrew her provocatively arched back.
Next, James started to detoxify Taylor.
After draining three streams of pus from the sole of her foot, Taylor felt her entire leg relax. Not only was there no more pain, but her leg also felt revitalized.
At that moment, she felt like she could kick ten men like James.
After three rounds of acupuncture, cleaning, and applying medicine, James worked efficiently. His serious demeanor made Taylor momentarily dazed, finding him handsome.
"The inflammation is gone. I'll write you a prescription." James grabbed a pen and paper and swiftly wrote a prescription. "Take one dose daily for half a month, and you should be completely fine."
"Thank you, Mr. Williams," Taylor was ecstatic as she took the prescription.
Then, she ran to her desk, opened a drawer, and threw a box to James, saying, "Olivia told me you're married now. Give this to your wife; she'll definitely like it. Consider it a small token of my gratitude."
"What is it?" James eyed the box warily. "Don't play tricks on me."
If it were something inappropriate for adults, Mary would strangle him alive.
Taylor slammed the desk angrily. "I have my limits, okay?"
James looked skeptical but ultimately didn't open the box, instead changing the subject. "Lend me a car; I have something to do later."
He noticed it was already 5:30 p.m., a difficult time to catch a taxi, so he asked to borrow a car to rush to the Aegean Sea Restaurant.
Taylor said, "Are you asking me for help?"
"Since you behaved well today, I'll reward you with a car."
She tossed him the keys to a limited edition Lamborghini worth two million dollars, which had just arrived a week ago and was parked downstairs. "Take it."
Just then, the door was urgently knocked on.
Taylor went to open it, and a young couple appeared.
The man was dressed in Armani, and the woman in Chanel, both exuding wealth. They were Patrick Sanders and Skylar Green.
The man looked anxious. "Taylor, did you mention a miracle healer was treating you today? Where is the healer?"
The beautiful woman also chimed in, "Yes, how did the treatment go?"
Taylor grinned broadly. "I've just finished my treatment, and the results are fantastic. I went from feeling half-dead to full of energy."
She even kicked her leg a few times to demonstrate. "Look, it's all better."
"Taylor, congratulations! Now, tell us where the healer is. We need to see him right away." Patrick was jumping with urgency. "We're in a hurry to have children. If we don't have one within two years, my father will donate all his wealth to charity."
Skylar added, "Taylor, if this pans out, I assure you, I'll make it up to you. I'll set you up with a boyfriend."
"The healer is right here," Taylor hurriedly introduced James, "This is Patrick Sanders, the young master of Hundred Flowers Bank, and this is his wife, Skylar Green."
"They've been plagued by illness for many years with no cure in sight. Knowing that the Clark family had encountered a miracle healer, they wanted to give it a try."
She showed an apologetic expression. "I know this might trouble you, but Mr. Sanders is like a big brother to me, and I can't bear to see him suffer..."
James nodded understandingly. "No problem, I understand."
He took another look at the couple, remembering that Mary's financial troubles were caused by the Hundred Flowers Bank.
Taylor warmly introduced the Sanders couple, "Mr. Sanders, Mrs. Sanders, this is James Williams, who cured me."
"Hello." James extended his hand politely.
Patrick and his wife frowned. "Is this the miracle healer?"
Patrick's face was full of skepticism. How could such a young man possibly be a miracle healer?
Skylar was equally doubtful.
Patrick looked at James unkindly. "Are you a miracle healer?"
James was straightforward. "I wouldn't say I'm a miracle healer. It's more of a hobby. I don't even have a medical license."
Patrick immediately became displeased, thinking Taylor had lost her mind to trust someone without a medical license to claim to be a healer.
Patrick angrily retorted, "Do you know that treating people without proper qualifications is akin to fraud and endangerment?"
Taylor's expression changed. She was worried that Patrick was messing things up. She said, "Patrick, what's the matter? Don't you trust me?"
Although Taylor often did business with Patrick, she unhesitatingly sided with James, valuing his worth far more.
"What do you think? He hasn't even been to medical school. How can you trust him?" Patrick scolded both Taylor and James, "What a waste of time! We even skipped a shareholders' meeting for this."
Skylar also spoke reproachfully, "Taylor, you were too hasty."
In the past, they wouldn't have shown such displeasure, but Taylor had praised James so highly that it reignited their hopes.
The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment and anger.
"Mr. Sanders, right?" James stopped Taylor from speaking and stared at Patrick with a cold smirk. "You frequently suffer from poor appetite, lack of spirit, and fatigue, needing large amounts of coffee to stay alert."
"Moreover, you sweat at night, suffer from insomnia and frequent nightmares, and your limbs feel cold."
"Additionally, when you walk, your right shoulder dips slightly, and your left leg trembles. You've probably injured your spine before, and combined with kidney deficiency and old injuries, you find it hard to sit for long periods."
Taylor was stunned.
Patrick and his wife were speechless.
He asked, "How... how did you know?"
James didn't stop there but turned to Skylar, saying, "Mrs. Sanders, you likely suffer from intermittent coughing with thick phlegm that sometimes contains blood. You often feel chest tightness and pain, indicating a lung condition."
"Furthermore, your fallopian tube is congested, impairing your self-healing abilities, causing you to experience severe menstrual bleeding frequently."
The Sanders couple were agape, unable to close their mouths as James described their symptoms without even checking their pulses.
It was as if he had experienced their conditions himself. Could he really be that miraculous?
James added, "If I'm not mistaken, the hospital told you that you couldn't have children because your uterus is problematic."
"Actually, it's an issue with fallopian tube."
"If the blockage in your fallopian tube is cleared, you can still have children."
He finished speaking and then walked away from the office without looking back.
"Healer..." Patrick came to his senses and shouted, chasing after James.
Skylar also snapped out of it and followed suit. But by the time they reached the hallway, James had already entered the elevator and gone down, driving away in the Lamborghini.
The Sanders couple panicked and hurriedly started their Maserati to chase after him, but Taylor held the steering wheel, saying, "Don't chase him."
She advised, "James is upset right now, and chasing him won't do any good."
"Taylor, I was wrong; I didn't know he is a true talent." Patrick was sweating profusely. "Please, call him for me, say something nice. No matter the cost, please ask Mr. Williams to help."
"Yes, please ask him to help us have a child." Skylar also looked regretful. "Taylor, give me his address. We'll go beg him."
"Let's wait a bit. Chasing him now will only backfire," Taylor spoke calmly, "I'll call him later, and then you can go see him."
Half an hour later, when she tried to call, she found that James's phone had been turned off.
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