The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 152: The Influence of Treatment

Nick sighed inwardly but soon refocused—he had just received good news.

John had agreed to treat him with acupuncture.

Marcia was even more excited than he was. Her eyes shimmered with joy, filled with long-held hope.

Queenie, confused, asked, "Dad, what's going on? Why didn't you tell me anything until now?"

Nick and Marcia looked awkward. They hadn't dared to speak of it in front of their daughter.

John quickly stepped in. "Uncle just has some lower back pain. It's not a big deal."

"Yes, yes, just some back pain," Nick echoed hastily.

"Is it really just back pain?" Queenie was skeptical.

She had long been wondering why her parents' attitudes toward John had suddenly changed. They'd gone from indifferent to fawning, and now it was obvious—they needed something from him.

But if it was really just a simple issue, why not go to the hospital? Why turn to John?

Queenie knew how skilled John was. Usually, only difficult or rare conditions required his intervention.

So this whole situation seemed suspicious.

Marcia, her conscience uneasy, said, "Queenie, don't overthink it. John has already promised to cure your father. That's what matters. As for the details... you don't need to worry about them."

Queenie paused. "I'm not worried. I just don't understand what you're all hiding."

If they didn't want to tell her, there was nothing she could do. But it stung. It made her feel like she was an outsider in her own family.

Hmph. So annoying.

John said, "Uncle, Aunt, let's go to my second sister's clinic. There's a proper acupuncture room there."

The three of them headed to Apricot Forest Hall.

After a brief greeting, Nick followed John into the treatment room. Marcia followed, insisting she wanted to witness her husband's recovery with her own eyes.

John didn't tease her this time. He instructed Nick to take off his shirt and lie facedown on the bed, then began the acupuncture treatment.

As John inserted the needles into Nick's lower back, Marcia frowned slightly.

They had visited many prestigious doctors in the past, including top traditional Chinese medicine practitioners. All of them had attempted acupuncture, and none had been effective.

John's technique looked similar to those doctors—how could this possibly succeed when the others failed?

Though she was skeptical, she didn't interrupt and chose to wait in silence.

Fifteen minutes later—

"I feel it!" Nick exclaimed, excited. "My lower back is burning—it's spreading forward, warming everything up."

"Really?"

Marcia rushed to the bed, grabbing his hand. "Honey, are you sure you're not imagining things? Is it really working?"

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"How could I lie about this?" Nick grinned. "Just feel my grip—you can already tell I'm stronger!"

Marcia's eyes filled with tears.

After all these years, finally—finally—there was hope.

She was so thrilled that she couldn't stop smiling.

Ten more minutes passed before John removed the needles.

"Five more sessions," he said. "Uncle's condition will be cured. But you must take it easy—especially you, Aunt. You need to restrain yourself, or all our work will be for nothing."

Marcia nodded quickly, her cheeks flushed.

Nick beamed. "Good son-in-law, I'll come again tomorrow!"

Five more sessions—one each day for five days—and he'd be recovered. Just the thought made him excited.

But John shook his head. "Not tomorrow. You need to wait three days between sessions. Acupuncture too frequently won't work. And please, don't call me 'son-in-law' anymore. Just 'John' is fine. I'm not used to that title."

He'd had to do enough explaining to his fourth sister back at the villa about Queenie and didn't want to go through that again.

Marcia, secretly delighted that John had accepted her calling him that, was still confused. "Wait, didn't you say it would take at least three months to cure him?"

"Treatment length depends on my mood," John said casually. "If I'm in a bad mood, three months would be too short. Three or five years might be more like it. If I'm in a good mood... maybe ten days or so."

Unique!

Without hesitation, Marcia stepped forward to gently massage John's shoulders. "My good boy, you must be tired from all that acupuncture. Let me help you relax."