The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 161: Meeting an Old Friend

"Don't be in a hurry to thank me," John said, his gaze unwavering. "I didn't say I would treat it myself. My sister will take care of it."

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"Your sister?" Zoey's confusion was palpable.

John nodded casually. "Yes. My sister's medical skills are solid. She's learned much from me, but lacks real-world experience. Do you understand?"

Zoey's face changed as he realized what John was suggesting. It wasn't John who would treat him directly; it would be his second sister, Tracy Linch, performing the procedure on him. John was positioning him as a practice subject for her, just as more experienced medical professionals sometimes used volunteers or interns to gain real-world experience.

Zoey took a deep breath, understanding the potential discomfort he might face in this process. It could be a little rough, but it was his only chance. He glanced at John's calm expression and knew that the younger man wasn't joking. There were no other options—either he agreed or he continued to suffer with his injury.

After a moment of contemplation, Zoey sighed silently. Just take it as a way to make up for the trouble caused by that unfilial grandson of mine.

Finally, he nodded. "I agree."

John nodded back and then turned to call for his sister. "Tracy, didn't I teach you that new leg acupuncture technique a few days ago? A patient has come in. You can try it on him."

Tracy Linch hesitated, her face showing concern. "I'm not sure... I haven't perfected the needle method yet. Maybe I should practice on a model for a little while longer."

John waved it off. "Don't worry. This old man likes acupuncture." He shot Zoey a playful grin, though it held no malice.

Zoey Redman's face twitched at the implication of that statement, but he said nothing, instead only focusing on the hope of recovery.

For the next few days, Zoey Redman patiently sat through the acupuncture treatments administered by Tracy, who was still finding her rhythm. Bob Redman and the rest of the group stayed nearby, keeping watch over him. Bob, for his part, had grown quiet and no longer dared to provoke John or his associates. He understood that any further outbursts could potentially ruin his grandfather's chances of healing, and that would be a disgrace to the Redman family.

One day, as Zoey Redman arrived at the clinic for his next session of acupuncture, he happened to run into an unexpected face. Nick Yeats, an old acquaintance, was leaving with his wife, Marcia Kelvin.

Zoey's eyes widened in recognition. He had not seen her in decades. "Are you... Marcia Kelvin?" he asked, his voice filled with surprise.

Marcia paused in her tracks, looking at Zoey with a puzzled expression. "Who are you?" she asked, her brow furrowed as she tried to place him.

Zoey smiled, though it was tinged with bitterness. "The Redman clan in Chicago."

The mention of the Redman clan seemed to jog Marcia's memory. Her eyes lit up with recognition. "Wait, are you Uncle Redman?"

Zoey nodded, a deep sigh escaping him as he smiled faintly. "Yes, it's been so long."

Marcia smiled warmly, stepping forward to greet him. "It's really you, Uncle Redman! I can't believe I'm seeing you here in New York of all places."

The two of them had once crossed paths many years ago in Chicago. The Redman clan had business dealings with the Kelvin family, and Zoey had been a frequent visitor to the Kelvin estate. Marcia had been a young woman at the time, only about 20 years old, and Zoey had seen her in passing during those years.

Zoey looked her up and down, a smile forming on his lips as he recalled the years gone by. "Last time I saw you, you were just a young girl, not even out of your twenties... time sure passes quickly."

Marcia nodded, her expression more complicated now. "Yes, it really does... so much time has passed... How's my father?"

Zoey's face darkened slightly at the mention of her father. "Your father is in good health, though he talks about you often. He regrets kicking you out of the family all those years ago."

Marcia's face hardened at the mention of her father. "If he truly regrets it, why hasn't he come to apologize?"

Zoey's expression softened as he sighed. "You know how your father is... so proud and stubborn. He never would have admitted his mistakes."

Marcia looked down, clearly affected by the mention of her father's refusal to apologize. After a brief pause, she asked, "Uncle Redman, is everything really okay with the Kelvin family?"

Zoey hesitated for a moment, his expression shifting uneasily. It was clear something was amiss, but he chose not to delve into it just yet. However, Marcia's sharp intuition had picked up on the shift in his demeanor, and she couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

Zoey simply offered a strained smile and said, "It's nothing, just some old matters... It's nothing for you to worry about, Marcia."

But deep down, Zoey knew that the Kelvin family, much like his own, was facing troubled times.