Chapter 11 Precision

• “You!”
• Dorian's face flushed bright right in an instant. He had never expected Osmond to be so blunt.
• Nevertheless, a person could say whatever he wanted to, but whether or not Osmond could realize what he said remained to be seen.
• As the largest medicinal ingredients supplier in Jadeborough, the Linnell family was incredibly wealthy.
• They bought a piece of land and made it their residence. The Linnell residence spanned a massive area.
• Right in front of the residence was a massive artificial lake, its surface sparkling in glitter.
• When the car rolled to a stop, Dorian helped Osmond into his wheelchair, and they both headed toward the residence.
• Suddenly, Osmond said, “This place is surrounded by water, but something is still missing.”
• Surprised by his words, Dorian glanced at Osmond.
• After all, Dorian had spent quite a fortune on the geomancy of the Linnell residence by hiring a bunch of professionals.
• However, unlike Osmond, who identified the problem with just a glance, the people Dorian hired only came to the same conclusion through their equipment and multiple attempts.
• “Mr. Lestrange, it seems like you know about geomancy?” Dorian couldn't help but ask out of surprise.
• “That's nothing. It's just that I've seen a lot.” Osmond did not bother explaining and waved a dismissive hand.
• On the other hand, Dorian did not pry any further, but he started regarding Osmond with a little respect.
• Soon, they arrived at the backyard of the residence.
• “Does the old man ha guests today?” Dorian asked. Before they entered, he could already hear someone conversing happily in the compound.
• “Mr. Dorian, Mr. Jackson is here,” the housekeeper replied politely.
• Dorian nodded in response and pushed Osmond into the compound.
• Right then, sitting on the main seat was an elder while a young man and another elder sat right opposite of him.
• They chatted happily, and the atmosphere was warm and harmonious.
• “Grandpa,” Dorian greeted the old man as soon as he entered.
• “Dorian, you're back!” Terence smiled and waved.
• “Dorian, and this is?” Abraham, Dorian's brother-in-law, had a frown on his face when he asked about Osmond.
• “This is Mr. Lestrange. He's here because I invited him to take a look at Grandpa's condition,” Dorian replied indifferently. For some reason, Dorian did not seem particularly fond of his brother-in-law.
• “Oh, come on, Dorian. Him? A cripple to take a look at Grandpa's condition? Forget about him. This is Mr. Samuel Brown. I spent a great deal of effort to have him here all the way from Saspiuburg to treat Grandpa.” Pride etched across Abraham's features before politely turning toward the other elder.
• Dorian was caught off guard by Abraham's revelation, for Samuel was well-known in the industry.
• As a matter of fact, he had also tried contacting Samuel, but he couldn't reach him.
• He never thought Abraham had already jumped in before him.
• “Hey, Abraham, you shouldn't talk like that. Everyone is a guest. Please have a seat.” Terence smiled calmly, looking all friendly.
• Dorian nodded. “Sure.”
• In the meantime, Osmond slowly moved himself to the side and waited silently.
• Samuel raised his head and glanced at Osmond before looking away.
• “I've conducted a brief check-up for Old Mr. Linnell just now. His problem is caused by the imbalance of qi in his body. It's like a lesion, a hotbed of disease and sickness. Old Mr. Linnell focused too much on his career when he was young, and he paid barely any attention to his health back then, which led to this problem. He could still endure it when he was still young, but he no longer could now as age catches up with him. The weakening of his immune system is why he's starting to fall sick now.”
• As Samuel talked, Abraham had a look of admiration on his face.
• “Old Mr. Brown really is an expert in medical skills!” Abraham praised.
• On the other hand, Dorian frowned a little before he turned toward Osmond. “Mr. Lestrange, what is your opinion on this?”
• Abraham's voice radiated mockery as he glanced at Osmond. “There's no need for that, Dorian! We can start with the necessary treatment now that Old Mr. Brown has already diagnosed Grandpa's sickness.”
• Dorian was not amused, but he didn't press the matter either. He looked at Osmond, who glanced at Terence before retracting his glance and shutting his eyes.
• “Haha! Old Mr. Brown, just tell me how many days I have left. Death is just a part of life.”
• Terence let out a hearty chuckle, seemingly unbothered by what was about to happen.
• “Don't worry, I'm here. I'll make sure Old Mr. Linnell is fine! I had the medicines prepared as Mr. Jackson had briefed me about Old Mr. Linnell's condition before coming here,” Samuel said mildly, but his expression was filled with arrogance.
• He then took out a box and said, “Old Mr. Linnell, you may now take the pill.”
• He reached his hand out and placed the box on the table.
• “Okay. Let me try it out!” Terence smiled and reached his hand toward the box.
• At that moment, Osmond, who had remained silent, gradually asked, “What is this pill made of?”
• “It's a medicine to balance the qi in one's body.” Samuel shot a glance of mockery at Osmond. How foolish of him. How dare a mere young brat like him even dares to compete with me?
• “Eat it if you have a death wish.”
• Osmond's subsequent remark had Terence's froze in an instant.
• Abraham slammed the tabletop angrily and reprimanded, “You little sh*t! What are you trying to say?”
• Osmond, however, did not bat an eye at Abraham. Instead, there was a glint of mockery flickering in his eyes.
• “Young man, what is the meaning of this? I'm here to treat Old Mr. Linnell, and here you are, cursing him?” Samuel harrumphed and waved his hand.
• “I'm telling the truth,” Osmond replied indifferently.
• “Young man, you say it as if it's that easy. Let me ask you this. How is my pill going to kill Old Mr. Linnell? Traditional medicine focuses on four things—observing, listening, questioning, and feeling. How could you tell about Old Mr. Linnell's condition without doing anything? You did not take his pulse or ask for more information.” Samuel lifted his head and stared at Osmond arrogantly.
• As a prominent figure within the industry, Samuel was qualified to behave in such a manner.
• Upset by what happened, Abraham insulted, “That's right! Why don't you treat your legs, you disabled fool? Stop pretending to be a doctor!”
• “Your body temperature rises in the afternoon, which is somewhat like the effect of the humidity imbalance in your body. However, the temperature will drop drastically after eight at night, and you'll be tormented by pain that you can't even fall asleep after ten o'clock.” Osmond's gaze was unfazed, his tone calm and unruffled.
• In a flash, Terence lifted his head. He looked toward Osmond and slowly put the pill back onto the table. What Osmond said was precisely what he was going through.
• It was the tormenting pain he experienced in the night that had him looking for treatments everywhere.
• After all, the pain was unbearable.
• “Mr. Lestrange, what do you propose? Do you have a better way? In fact, you don't have to cure me entirely. I will be in your debt as long as you can lift the pain even by a little.” Terence looked toward Osmond, shaking in excitement.
• Seeing how Terence reacted, both Abraham and Samuel were stupefied.
• He knows medical skills?
• As for Dorian, he was pleased by the comeback.
• “I can try.” Osmond nodded.
• Rubbing his palms, Terence asked again, “Okay. Good! Now, Mr. Lestrange, what do you need from me?”
• “Come here. Sit in front of me,” Osmond said as he pointed toward the ground in front of him.
• “Sure.” Terence paused for a brief moment before he placed a chair in front of Osmond and sat down.
• Abraham sneered and questioned Osmond, “What are you going to do to Grandpa?”
• With a twist of his hand, a box of needles appeared in Osmond's hand in a blink of an eye.
• It happened so fast that Dorian, Abraham, and the others could not even catch a glimpse of his action.
• “Hah! Acupuncture? I've studied acupuncture for over a decade and still dare not give any acupuncture session recklessly. Besides, Old Mr. Linnell's sickness can't be cured by acupuncture.” Samuel sneered before sipping on his tea and glanced at Osmond.
• Pfft!
• In the next second, Samuel's face blanched and spat his tea out in shock.
• Gasp!
• “T-This is the Heavenly Nine Needles!”