Chapter 485 Who Does He Think He Is
After delivering his scathing takedown in the lobby, James headed upstairs, followed by Acacia and her entourage.
Despite their humiliation, Edith and several doctors trailed behind, eager to witness whether this arrogant newcomer could actually wake Riley up.
Upon entering the hospital room, James immediately took in the scene. The once vibrant Riley lay motionless, surrounded by monitoring equipment.
Though her body hadn't wasted away, her face was puffy, with dark shadows around her eyes and lips giving her an almost ghostly appearance.
"Mr. Williams, please," Acacia gestured, her movements graceful despite her forty-some years.
James nodded and stepped forward to examine Riley.
It didn't take long to assess the severity of her condition—beyond the physical trauma, the damage to her central nervous system posed the greatest challenge.
Riley's survival until now was thanks to Mark and his two colleagues; without their efforts, she would likely have died already.
After five minutes, James withdrew his fingers, his expression unreadable.
"How is she?" Acacia asked softly, worry creasing her brow. "Can she wake up?"
James turned with a confident smile. "Don't worry. She will definitely wake up—today."
That simple statement left everyone frozen in disbelief.
"Really?" Acacia's voice trembled with hope.
"I have no reason to lie," James replied with a slight nod.
Acacia trembled visibly. "That's wonderful. That's wonderful."
Meanwhile, Edith and the other physicians exchanged skeptical glances.
After countless consultations and treatments by three renowned specialists, no one had dared guarantee Riley's recovery. Yet this man claimed he could revive her immediately? Impossible.
"You shouldn't make promises you can't keep," Edith sneered, "unless you want to humiliate yourself."
James ignored the barb completely. "Bring me acupuncture needles," he instructed Ron, who quickly returned with needles and alcohol.
Taking a deep breath, James began. His hands moved like lightning—the observers could barely track his movements as nine silver needles found their precise targets on Riley's body.
"Soul Augmentation Technique?" Edith gasped, stepping closer. "How do you know my grandfather's technique?"
Her accusation hung in the air, "Where did you steal this from?"
The specialists murmured among themselves, their gazes toward James turning disdainful.
Edith pulled out her phone, prepared to report this theft to Daryl despite risking his wrath for disturbing his retreat.
She'd wait until James failed, then have him arrested on multiple charges.
Unperturbed, James continued his work. His fingers danced over the needle tips, alternately flicking and twisting with precision.
After fifteen minutes, blood seeped around the needles. He wiped it away with a damp cloth, removed the first set, and inserted a new array.
The room fell silent. All eyes fixed on Riley as Acacia rotated her prayer beads, murmuring supplications to heaven.
After clearing Riley's blood clots with the Soul Augmentation Technique, James employed the Dual-Point Acupuncture Technique while simultaneously turning his Life Gem.
The dual approach channeled healing energy throughout her system.
Those who had been waiting to mock him suddenly found their eyes widening in disbelief.
As James worked, the puffiness in Riley's face receded like an ebbing tide. The darkness around her lips and eyes gradually faded.
A thin black liquid began flowing from her facial features, and her tightly closed eyes showed signs of movement.
When James withdrew his fingers from the needles, Riley let out a pained sound. She coughed—and opened her eyes.
"She's awake!" someone gasped.
The room froze in collective shock. Acacia lost her composure and rushed forward, wanting to embrace Riley but fearing it might harm her. Instead, she threw her arms around James.
"Thank you so much," she said, voice thick with emotion. "You are the Harvey family's greatest benefactor. I will remember this debt for the rest of my life."
James smiled modestly. "It was nothing. Riley will be fine now, though she needs six months of rest. I'll write a prescription for her recovery later."
"Impossible!" Edith's entire body went rigid. "This isn't scientific!"
Riley's nervous system damage had nearly left her vegetative. Recovery should have taken months, if not years.
Yet James had awakened her with mere acupuncture, completely upending everything Edith understood about medicine.
The other doctors stared at James in amazement. Their combined efforts over weeks had produced zero results, yet he had effortlessly revived Riley in minutes.
"This must be treating symptoms, not causes," Edith insisted desperately. "Ma'am, we should examine the patient immediately. I'm concerned he's depleted her life force to force consciousness. This could cause fatal damage."
As Acacia's face darkened with anger, James waved dismissively. "By all means, let's have Riley undergo a full examination."
Several doctors quickly conducted tests and confirmed what seemed impossible: all of Riley's vital signs were completely normal.
Edith clenched her fists, still refusing to accept reality. "How is this possible?"
Just then, a commotion erupted at the door as more than a dozen people burst in, led by golden-haired Brooke.
"Make way!" he shouted urgently. "I'm here to save Riley!"
Seeing the Apollo Team arrive, Edith's eyes lit with desperate hope.
She grabbed Brooke's arm. "Mr. Brooke, please examine the patient immediately! Someone just randomly stuck needles in Riley and she woke up."
"I'm worried this has depleted her life force. Our equipment is too primitive—please have your experts check her brain damage!"
"Woke her with just needles?" Brooke's face contorted with rage. "Who does he think he is, my teacher?"
Edith pointed accusingly. "Him! He's the one!"
Brooke turned—and his expression transformed instantly. The moment he saw James's calm demeanor, he dropped to his knees in reverence.
"Mr. Williams!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with awe.
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