The next day.
Laurel ticulously scanned around her dical box, double-checking if everything was complete. Today was the chance she had to gain more money from Chris.
Not long after, a knock ca from the other side of the door.
"Co in." Laurel mindlessly said without turning around to see who it was.
"Mrs. Wayne." Chris’s calm voice echoed behind her.
She glanced over her shoulder before turning to face him. "Mr. Lennox." A polite smile graced her lips.
Chris scanned the room, it appeared to be a guest room. His eyes locked on the traditional Chinese dical equipnt on the table, and a small frown appeared between his brows.
But he decided not to say a word, after all he was very curious to see what she was going to do. His gaze flicked back to Laurel, lingering a mont more than it should.
"Mr. Lennox, have a seat." She tapped on the bed. "And relax your back on the bed fra."
Like an obedient child, Chris sat on the bed, then he removed his shoes, and relaxed his back on the bed.
"Take off your shirt." She ordered, her eyes following his movent.
Chris creased his brows slightly, but still reluctantly began to remove his upper clothes. His pale chest was smooth, and his stomach was flat with no abs.
Laurel stood a few steps away. She rolled her sleeves up to her elbow, wearing a serious expression.
She approached him. "Relax your shoulders," she said calmly.
Chris did as she said, though his brows remained slightly furrowed. "I’ve had many doctors examine ," he said. "And they usually start with machines or dical equipnt."
"I’m different." She replied as she reached for his wrist. Her fingers rested lightly against his pulse, her gaze focused as she read his pulse.
Chris watched her quietly, he wondered if she really was a scam, after all no professional doctors do this anymore when there are accurate dical devices out there.
He parted his lips to speak, "I.."
"You’ve been having trouble sleeping at night," Laurel said before he could speak. "Your heart is beating slower compared to normal, and your body doesn’t have enough blood for circulation." Laurel paused.
"This explains the numbness in your hands, the pain in your chest, and difficulty breathing. It worsened at night because when you sleep the heart needs to be able to pump enough blood, but it doesn’t."
She opened the dical box and brought out silver needles wrapped in their cases. She took one needle out and carefully inserted it into his hand.
"So you feel trendous pain at night," she continued. "And that might be a good thing as your heart could collapse if you are in a deep sleep."
Chris’s face remained blank as he stared at her. ’It seed like she knows what she’s doing.’
"Why acupuncture?" He asked.
"Because I want to make a human version of a hedgehog." Laurel’s lips curved into a smile.
Chris’s lips pulled up into a smile without him realising it.
Laurel placed the next needles along his forearms, near his chest, and a few other places.
"The needles will help regulate the blood in your body for better circulation."
As minutes passed, Chris felt a strange sensation spreading through his body. The tightness in his chest eased little by little, as if sothing heavy was being lifted. His breathing beca deeper and easier without him realizing it.
Laurel moved to the side of the table and poured a dark liquid into a small bowl. The aroma was slightly bitter and calming.
"Drink this," She instructed. "It will help strengthen your heart, and remove any toxic waste in your bloodstream."
Chris took the cup, hesitating for only a second before drinking. The mont the dicine touched his tongue, his face tightened slightly, but he imdiately gulped everything down his throat.
"Here." Laurel handed him a caral sweet.
Chris hesitated for a second, but collected it from her.
"You didn’t even ask what the liquid was?" Laurel asked, a little amused.
"I’m already a dying man, what more can you do? Poison ?" Chris sighed as if that didn’t faze him.
"Have so rest," Laurel said, changing the conversation.
"I feel sleepy," Chris muttered as his eyes fluttered closed. He tried everything to stay awake but he failed miserably at it.
"By the ti you wake up, you’ll be a little better." She muttered as she removed the needles from his body.
...
anwhile in another part of the Wayne mansion.
Alexander paced to and fro in his room, holding a pack of ice against the right side of his face.
His Secretary, Raphael stood close to the wall with an expression that showed how badly he wanted to leave the room. His eyes followed Alexander’s movent, back and forth like a broken tape.
Unable to bear it, Raphael stepped forward. "Boss, if you are still angry about the incident yesterday..."
Alexander shot him a warning glare. That was a sore spot he never wanted to speak about.
However, it seed Raphael had nine lives as he ignored his warning. "...which you should. It had already been 15 hours, eight minutes, and twenty-five seconds since the incident. Your wife is in this house. Go speak with her instead of pacing back and forth, my eyes are hurting already, and my neck has broken and rearranged itself a couple of tis already." Raphael gasped for air as he finished his words.
Alexander paused as if he were in deep thought. "I’m avoiding her because I don’t want to lash out at her. Although she is very manipulative, she is my wife after all."
"So do you want to take a look at the docunts? They need your signature." Raphael said, nodding his head, obviously ignoring his words. Because if the docunts get signed it ans he could go back ho and have a wonderful rest with his newly wedded wife.
"Raphael," Alexander called coldly, his good eye narrowing dangerously at him. "My eyes hurt, I can’t work."
"But one is working just fine." Raphael almost cried.
"It hurts," Alexander said shalessly.
Ever since he got punched, he had beco more intrigued by Laurel. He developed the sudden urge to explore her, to her she was like fire and ice, and he wanted to know her better.
"Follow , we are going to et my wife," Alexander said, walking towards the door still holding the ice pack against his face.
Raphael’s shoulders slumped. It appeared he won’t be having that alone ti with his wife anyti soon. Right then he wished Mrs. Wayne had punched Alexander’s both eyes, so he could have a short vacation.
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