The cocky man leading the group of police inspectors was Ivan Barton, who happened to be Isabelle's cousin. When Isabelle saw him arrive, she went over to him and complained, "You're finally here, Ivan. That guy over there is the troublemaker!"She then pointed at Timothy. Ivan frowned as he sized Timothy up for a moment before scoffing dismissively. "I thought he was someone important, but he's just a punk! Don't worry, Isabelle. I'll make sure to teach him a lesson!""Thank you, Ivan," Isabelle replied happily.With a wave of his hand, Ivan's group of inspectors immediately assumed an aggressive stance. Ivan sneered, "Hey, punk. Will you put on the cuffs and come with us quietly, or should we give you a beating first? You have a death wish, stirring up trouble here."With a smug smirk, Isabelle looked at Timothy and taunted, "Where's all your bravado now? Weren't you so tough just a moment ago? If you're so good at fighting, why don't you try taking on the police inspectors
Isabelle clenched her fists so tightly that her nails turned white. The once beautiful expression on her face was now full of resentment. She never would have imagined that Timothy would know the head of Ivan's precinct and that he would even address Timothy as "Mr. Yeager". She couldn't help but wonder who exactly Timothy was.The more arrogant she'd been earlier, the more humiliated she was now. Isabelle could feel her cheeks heat up. She was embarrassed as the onlookers in the hallway whispered and pointed at her, causing her face to alternate between different shades of pink and red.Timothy glanced at her indifferently and said, "Why aren't you speaking? When there's a problem, you solve it, not run from it. If you still don't admit your mistakes, don't blame me for making a scene in your hospital today."His tone was calm, steady, and firm. There was even a faint smile on his lips as if the words he spoke were nothing more than routine things that one did instinctively witho
Moreover, Marshall's attitude was quite decent. Timothy's mentor had mentioned before that the patriarch of the Barton family was somewhat eccentric and shrewd in handling affairs. Despite those quirks, he wasn't a bad person overall.Soon, Marshall arranged for another doctor to examine Tiana. As Timothy was about to accompany her and go into the examination room, Marshall smiled and said, "Mr. Yeager, may I invite you to my office for a chat?"Timothy contemplated for a few seconds and glanced at Marshall. "Sure.""That's great. This way please, Mr. Yeager." Marshall then turned his gaze toward Isabelle and ordered, "Come to my office too, Isabelle."Isabelle bit her lip. Her eyes were a little red as she shot Marshall an aggrieved look. She was upset but didn't dare to defy her grandfather, so she followed them reluctantly.They went to the top floor of the hospital, where the director's office was located at. Timothy sat on a luxurious leather couch while Isabelle sat next
A human anatomy model in the corner caught Timothy's eye. A meridian chart was pinned behind it. The model had numerous circles and dots on it with densely written notes. There were also several silver needles stuck into it. Timothy was surprised to see this. "Are you studying acupuncture, Mr. Barton Senior?"Marshall chuckled and replied, "Yes, I come from a long line of alternative medicine practitioners, so studying medicine runs in the family. Our ancestors were experts in ancient acupuncture techniques, but by this generation, those skills have become a thing of the past and are mostly forgotten. None of the younger members of my family know much about acupuncture anymore."Timothy squinted slightly and observed the silver needles stuck in the model. Then, he smiled faintly. "This is the Orphic Octo Technique, but it's incomplete. Only the first three needles are correct, and many of the meridian positions are wrong."Marshall's eyes widened, and his body jolted reflexively i
Isabelle's expression became wary. "What do you want to tell me?"The mischievous grin on Timothy's face caused a sense of apprehension to arise within her. She exclaimed, "Grandpa, you're not going to send me to this scoundrel's bed, are you?"She was on the verge of tears. To the outside world, she was a cool and unfriendly woman one could only dream of or pine after. But in front of Marshall, she was just a young lady who dared not go against his word.Marshall sighed, clearly exasperated. "What nonsense are you talking about? What kind of person did you take me for?""Then, what do you want from me?" Isabelle asked, still wary.Marshall chuckled and said, "Well, Mr. Yeager and I had a small chat about that. You're going to serve as his personal maid for half a month.""What?" Isabelle screamed in outrage. She felt dizzy and almost passed out. Being Timothy's personal maid and taking care of him was worse than death—this was outright degradation!"No way! I won't do it! It's
Timothy smirked and said, "Didn't you ask me to demonstrate? I'll use you as a test subject.""In your dreams!" Isabelle retorted.Timothy shook his head and explained calmly, "You're suffering from an imbalance of the energy within your body. That's why you have dizziness and irregular periods. If I'm not mistaken, you haven't had your period in three months. You also frequently experience severe abdominal pain. "Sometimes your period doesn't come when it should, and in other times, you have unexpected spotting even when it isn't your menstrual cycle."Timothy paused and looked at Isabelle with a grin. "Am I wrong?"Isabelle was stunned. She stared at Timothy in disbelief and pointed a trembling finger at him. "How... How do you know that?"Timothy shrugged. Before Isabelle could respond, he stepped forward and moved behind her. With one swift movement, he lightly tapped two meridian points on her body. In an instant, Isabelle froze and became unable to move.She stared at Tim
Marshall watched intently, studying every change in the trajectory of the silver needles while marveling at the intricacy and beauty of it all. The technique was mysterious yet utterly captivating.Meanwhile, Isabelle, who was lying on the bed, slowly closed her eyes. It was simply too comfortable. She felt like she was floating in a warm ocean, and all the impurities in her body seemed to be expelled. Wisps of mysterious essence seemed to be absorbed into every one of her pores. The sensation was nothing short of magical.After what seemed like an eternity, Timothy finally stopped and let out a soft breath. The Orphic Octo Technique was one of the most transcendent acupuncture techniques. It took a lot of energy and concentration to administer it.Beside him, Marshall murmured, "You're a genius… A genius doctor!"In the next moment, he fell to his knees with a loud thud as tears streamed down his face. "Mr. Yeager, you are truly a genius doctor! I can now die without regrets after
Timothy smirked mischievously as he looked at Isabelle, who was still lying on the bed. He asked, "How do you feel?""I feel... so good," Isabelle murmured softly. As soon as the words left her lips, a blush crept onto her face and then her neck. Her face was so red that she resembled a tomato. She quickly covered her face, too embarrassed to look at Timothy.How could she have said something so shameless?Timothy laughed heartily. "Feels good, huh? It seems you want more!"Without warning, he raised his hand and smacked her on the buttocks again. Isabelle let out another involuntary moan and writhed around."Do you realize your mistake now?" Timothy asked."I... I don't!" she replied defiantly.Several loud smacks rang out. Timothy slapped her butt a few more times. With each slap, Isabelle's body jolted reflexively."I'll ask again—do you know that you were in the wrong?" Timothy demanded coldly.Isabelle tried to catch her breath weakly. She looked at him with teary eyes an