Chapter 28: Patek Philippe

"Hello, Uncle Don. Hello, Brother Godly Ethan," the girl greeted with a clear voice.

Don's expression twisted. "Ruthie, how many times have I told you? Call me Don! I'm only in my thirties, and your uncle already calls me 'Uncle.' Even if I wasn't old, you're making me feel ancient."

"But you really do look old. Look — when you stand next to Brother Brother Ethan, the difference is so obvious. Grandpa would agree, wouldn't he?"

"Yes, yes, my Ruthie is right. I say, Don, you're a big boss after all. Why do you look so worn out?" Old Man Blake laughed heartily.

Don huffed. "You've got a lot of nerve saying that. It's because of the painting in your hands! Ever since I laid eyes on it, I haven't been able to eat or sleep properly. It's been tormenting me for months." Seizing the opportunity, Don brought up the priceless Edgar Whitmore painting.

Old Man Blake chuckled. "Alright, alright. No need for roundabout talk. Listen — if the Little Miracle Doctor can really heal my granddaughter's legs, not only will I pay him a hundred million yuan, but I'll also gift him that 800-million-yuan painting."

Don gulped audibly, his voice trembling with excitement. "Old Man Blake… you mean it?"

"Bullshit! I've never gone back on my word."

Don practically howled. "Awooo! Little Brother Ethan, what are you waiting for?! For the sake of my big brother's masterpiece, please work your magic!"

Ethan chuckled at Don's eagerness. He still didn't understand why these people were so obsessed with art. Shaking his head, he turned to Ruthie, who sat quietly in her wheelchair.

"Ruthie, let me check your pulse. Left hand, please."

"Oh, okay." Ruthie extended her delicate wrist.

After taking her pulse, Ethan immediately understood the root of her condition. "Ruthie, before you were paralyzed, did you often experience severe pain? Did your leg joints hurt from time to time? And when you slept, did you suddenly cramp — with the frequency increasing over time? You sometimes felt pain at the back of your head, didn't you?"

Ruthie's eyes widened in shock. "Yes, yes! Brother Ethan, you're amazing! Usually, doctors have to ask me these things, but you figured it all out right away. It's incredible!"

Ethan smiled. "Most of the doctors you've seen are probably trained in Western medicine. They don't know how to read pulses, so they have to rely on questions. Don't worry. In half an hour, not only will you be able to move your legs freely, but I'll also get rid of the pain and cramps."

With that, Ethan reached into his spatial ring and drew out nine silver needles. "Ruthie, lie down for me."

"Oh." With Faith's help, Ruthie gently lay down. Then she turned her head and said, "Uncle Don, turn around. I'm going to lift my shirt a little so the Doctor can do the treatment."

"No need to take off your clothes. I can apply the needles just fine like this." As he spoke, Ethan's hands moved like lightning.

Before anyone could blink, nine silver needles had already been inserted around Ruthie's navel. The movements were so swift and precise that no one could see the trajectory. All they saw was a brief flicker of motion, and the needles were already in place.

Then, Ethan gently flicked each needle, causing them to hum softly in resonance.

The room fell silent as everyone watched in awe.