Chapter 29: I'm Sincerely Giving It to You

Ethan took advantage of the moment to lightly tap Ruthie on the head as he spoke. "You're lucky to have made it this far. If things had gone on for another two or three years, it wouldn't have been just paralysis — your life could have been in danger. The pain in the back of your head is a clear sign that your condition was worsening."

"Ah! It moved, it moved! Miss's legs moved!" Faith, who had been closely watching Ruthie's legs, covered her mouth in disbelief, tears streaming down her face. "Madam, Young Master… did your souls in heaven see that? The young lady's legs finally moved!"

"God… It's a miracle!" Old Man Blake stood up, his body trembling slightly. "Young man, the girl's legs… they're really moving!"

"Haha, of course! Do you know who my brother is?" Don crossed his arms smugly. "He's a godly doctor like no other! Treating paralysis is a piece of cake for him!"

Another ten minutes passed. Ethan, his forehead beaded with sweat, finally withdrew the needles. He turned to Ruthie, who was still in shock, and smiled. "What's wrong, girl? Got lazy after sitting for so long? Don't want to get up?"

"Ah!" Ruthie squealed with excitement. She jumped out of her wheelchair, hugging her grandfather as they bounced up and down. Tears streamed down Old Man Blake's face as he laughed and cried.

"Grandpa, Grandpa! I can move again! I can dance! I can go shopping!" she shouted joyfully.

It took a long while before the grandfather and granddaughter finally calmed down. Ruthie grabbed her phone and began messaging her friends, eager to share her happiness.

Old Man Blake reached into his pocket, pulling out two bank cards and handing them to Ethan with both hands. "Little Miracle Doctor, this card holds the agreed payment for curing her legs. The password is six threes. The other card is six sixes. Not only did you heal her legs, but you saved her life. You deserve every bit of these two hundred million."

Ethan smiled faintly and took only the first card. "Old Man, that's not what we agreed. I said curing her legs also meant curing her illness. I can't accept the extra money."

Seeing Ethan's firm attitude, Old Man Blake laughed heartily, admiration clear in his eyes. "Alright, alright. I was being a bit over the top. Little Miracle Doctor, if you don't mind, this old man would be honored to call you a friend."

"Of course! It's my honor as well," Ethan replied with a grin.

"Great! And as friends, I'd like to give you a little gift." Old Man Blake pulled out a small box from the drawer and handed it to him.

Ethan opened the box to find an exquisite watch.

Don leaned over, eyes widening. "Good heavens! A Patek Philippe! Platinum socket — market price over 2.9 million. Brother, they say men are judged by their watches and women by their bags. Since Old Man Blake is giving it to you sincerely, just accept it."

"This… this is too much." Ethan hesitated, closing the lid and trying to hand the box back.

Old Man Blake's face instantly darkened, pouting like a child.

Scratching his head, Ethan gave in. "Alright, alright. I'll accept it. Thank you, Old Man Blake."

"Hahaha! That's more like it! You refused the money, but if you didn't take the watch, I'd think you didn't consider me a real friend!"

"Okay, okay, Old Man,"Don cut in. "Don't just focus on buddying up with my brother. Don't forget about that painting of yours."