Chapter 354 Miracle
Derek saw how generous James was and couldn't help but admire him. He took a deep breath, flashed a blissful smile, and to everyone's surprise, he downed his drink in one go, just like James.
James shot Derek a thumbs up and said, "Derek, you're bold. I respect that."
But the rest of the crew wasn't so much. Their eyes went red, like they were watching Derek walk straight into his grave, and they were pissed at James.
"Man, that feels awesome," Derek said, grinning. He was never scared of dying but of dying like a coward. Drinking his buddy's thirty-year-old wine before kicking the bucket was no regrets. He was genuinely happy.
James poured Derek another bowl and asked if anyone else wanted in. Crickets. They all stared at him like he was the enemy, even Edwin thought he’d crossed a line.
James didn’t get mad, just kept drinking with Derek. Derek was getting redder and hotter with each drink, his body shaking more and more.
After the fifth glass, Derek coughed up blood.
"Grandpa!"
"Grandpa!"
Walter lost it. "James, I wanna kill you," he snarled.
Everyone was on edge, ready to jump James, especially Walter, who was fuming.
But James stayed cool. His eyes lit up, and he said to Edwin, "Edwin, gimme your silver needles."
Without waiting for a response, he got behind Derek and started treating him.
The others were ready to pounce, but Derek, in pain, yelled, "What are you all doing? Anyone who touches Dr. Smith, try it."
Hearing Derek, they backed off, though Walter was still seething.
James ignored them. Now that his plan was in motion, he focused on treating Derek.
His goal was to get Derek's cells buzzing, making his Qi and blood peak while his body was at its weakest, so his Qi could work better.
Derek's illness was mostly from drinking. With all the damage activated by the booze, James could fix it all, one by one.
Derek stayed still, having lost all hope. He was ready to go peacefully.
The room was filled with sorrow, and Walter even started crying.
Edwin, who was mad a moment ago, was now trembling in shock, his face showing disbelief.
The others had no clue why Edwin was freaking out.
A nearby doctor was also stunned, staring at James and blurting out, "Is this some special acupuncture technique?"
"Special acupuncture technique?" Joe and the others were clueless about what that meant.
But the other doctors were floored. "No way. Special acupuncture technique? That’s been lost for ages!"
"And special acupuncture techniques are just ancient myths. No one's used them in like, a hundred years," One of them explained, totally incredulous.
"Edwin, you gotta be mistaken," Another added.
But Edwin was pumped. "No mistake. I've been hunting for special acupuncture techniques, reading tons of stuff about them. What Mr. Smith is doing? It's exactly that."
Then he had a lightbulb moment and laughed. "I get it now. I wondered why Mr. Smith would be dumb enough to give Derek alcohol. Turns out, we're the dumb ones. Mr. Smith, I seriously admire you."
Everyone thought Edwin had lost it, babbling like a madman from the shock.
The doctors started a heated debate, their voices loud enough for everyone to hear. But all the jargon flew over everyone's heads, except for one thing: James was insanely skilled.
James didn't let their excitement distract him. He was laser-focused on treating Derek, channeling his true energy into Derek's body, checking and fixing him up.
As time ticked by, James went from calm and composed to breathing heavily, sweat dripping from his forehead. Eventually, he was panting and drenched.
Everyone could feel James' effort. They gradually fell silent, eyes glued to James and Derek.
Derek's face brightened, and he looked more energetic, like a man in adolescence.
Finally, after nearly two hours, James stopped, took a deep breath, and smiled. "Alright, Derek, try getting to your feet and walking around."
Derek nodded, got out of bed, took a few steps, and then turned around, surprised. "Dr. Smith."
James grinned. "Derek, no more drinking. Take care of yourself, and you could live another ten years."
Derek felt a whirlwind of emotions, his lips moving but no words coming out.
Edwin rushed over, grabbed Derek's hand, and started checking him out. After a bit, he exclaimed, "A miracle. It's a miracle. Derek, you're recovering."
The other doctors crowded around to check Derek, too. After their exams, they had the same reaction as Edwin.
James smiled, sat down, and chugged some water, catching his breath. Curing Derek had drained a lot of his Qi and strength. He needed a break.
After that, Derek and the others came to thank James and apologize for doubting him and their harsh words.
James, being chill, didn't hold a grudge and just smiled it off. Seeing how forgiving he was, everyone admired him even more.
Even Walter came up and said, "Thank you." He was genuinely sincere.
James waved it off, like it was no big deal.
Walter then added, "Even though you saved Grandpa Derek, I'm not giving up on Emberlyn. I'll compete with you fair and square."
James was speechless, shook his head, and didn't even bother to explain.
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