The Secretly Rich Man

Gerald Crawford: The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 650

"What about me? You've just been jabbing her with needles when she's clearly suffering from a venom-based poison! All you've done is increase the speed of her blood circulation! Isn't that just giving the parasite more chances to move around uncontrollably around her body?" replied Finnley.

"Girl, when you were around eight, did you go through something similar to what you're experiencing now? Though you were probably mostly just dizzy back then, it happened again when you were twelve, right? Only then, you felt even more lightheaded than before. Things should have gotten worse once you got to the age of sixteen. If my deduction is correct, you should have felt extremely lightheaded while simultaneously feeling that your limbs were worryingly weak for that period of time. Since your condition's only continued to worsen every time it shows itself again, straight out blacking out now when you're twenty-two shouldn't come as a surprise!" added Finnley as he turned to look at Queta.

Still lying on her hospital bed, Queta was shocked to hear Finnley's analysis.

"How... How did you know all that?"

Gerald himself was looking at Finnley, utterly astonished.

'How could he have managed to guess all that from just a simple glance? This mysterious old man is really something else...'

Thinking back, he remembered that Finnley hadn't given off such an impression to him the first time they had met. Far from the powerful and smart old man Gerald now saw him as, back then, Finnley was simply a beggar with an injured leg who had forced Gerald to bring him to a doctor.

While he was starting to get curious about Finnley's true background again, he refrained from asking about it for now since it would only be an inconvenience during these critical moments.

Still, if Finnley really was really able to cure Queta, that would definitely be for the best.

"Well, since you're my grandson's best friend, I'll treat and remove the venom-based poison for you!"

"Thank you so much, sir!" said Queta gratefully.

"There's no need to thank me. Ah yes, I'll need all of you to leave for now. I'm going to be performing a different kind of acupuncture to remove the venom-based poison, so ordinary people are prohibited from observing!" added Finnley.

As soon as they heard that, everyone turned to look at Gerald. After all, if the person with the highest position trusted Finnley, so would they.

What more, Gerald had been the one who brought Finnley over and the old man made both logical and knowledgeable statements as well.

Gerald had no reason not to agree to Finnley's terms, so he simply nodded and began leaving with the others.

Dr. Hudson himself couldn't say much about the matter. He simply shook his head with a sigh before walking out of the ward.

"Wait!" shouted Finnley as he stopped Dr. Hudson from leaving.

"I could see that you were quite skillful. You can stay here to help me!"

"You need my help?" asked Dr. Hudson in slight disbelief.

Hearing that, Finnley looked at Gerald.

"Well, since he's allowed you to help him, go for it Dr. Hudson. I'd personally breathe a bit easier knowing that two experts are doing their best to treat her," replied Gerald.

After all, with both Finnley and Dr. Hudson working together, it would be similar to implementing double safety measures.

While Gerald left for real this time, the Drake & Tyson duo continued staring at Finnley coldly, their arms crossed.

The old man always had some kind of trick up his sleeve, and the duo had long been annoyed about that. What more, Dr. Hudson was their colleague. Seeing him being fooled and teased by that old man definitely made them even angrier.

After glaring at him for a little longer, the two finally began to leave when suddenly, they heard the old man say, "Tsk... These silver needles are useless!"

Finnley had been looking at the pack of silver needles that Dr. Hudson had with him when he said that. After discovering that they were useless, however, he simply threw them away in resignation. "You...! That's going way too far!" yelled Dr. Hudson, his hands shaking in rage.

"Humph! I'm telling the truth! Those needles there were all garbage! I need actual needles like the ones the brothers there have! You two, take your silver needles out now!" said Finnley as he looked at both Drake and Tyson who were still standing at the door.

Once they heard what he said, the two men looked at each other in dismay. Their expressions had changed drastically as they looked at Finnley.

"What are you looking at? Come now, don't hide them up your sleeves anymore! I'll return them once I'm done!" said Finnley as he moved toward them slowly.

Before they could even react, Finnley was already in front of them! He then snatched their packs of silver needles with extreme ease!

"You!"

"Brother!"

Drake's forehead was filled with cold sweat as he stopped Tyson from making a move.

While the old man frankly seemed quite ugly and ordinary, his actions were fast and precise. They were so fast and precise, in fact, that Drake was now feeling equally scared and nervous. Drake had never experienced such feelings before.

Glancing one last time at Finnley in disbelief, he then dragged Tyson out of the room.

Dr. Hudson himself placed his arms behind his back as he stood at the side. He simply couldn't believe that such an old, beggar-like man like Finnley could have any sort of capabilities at all! However, Finnley's method of inserting the silver needles was simultaneously precise, skillful, and dazzling.

It didn't take long before Dr. Hudson began to realize what technique Finnley was using. The moment he did, however, the doctor's mouth began trembling slightly as he muttered, "Is... Is this Deadly Acupuncture Therapy?"