Troy was flustered. "What did you say?! Are you disrespecting me now?!"
He was already left infuriated by Frank's disrespect, and he was no more than a pretty boy.
But this middle-aged man too?!
"So what if I am?!" the middle-aged man snapped. "You're a doctor, but you have the gall to demand incentive from patients. People like you should die a thousand times over! So get out of here, or I'll make you!"
As he finished, the middle-aged man brought a broom, ready to hit Troy with it.
Troy was spooked and moved a couple of steps back in reflex while pointing at the middle-aged man and snapping, "Keep your hands to yourself! Also, stop trying to flex your muscles—I have some too!"
"How could you do this to me?! I'm here to help your father! People would scorn you if they find out about this!"
The middle-aged man smiled in wry amusement. "Could you quit trying to claim every merit you can reach? If I had to guess, I'd say that Dr. Layton was the one who brought that gentleman here, and it's none of your business at all—so leave, or I'll make you!"
Seeing that the middle-aged man was not joking around, Troy turned to leave, but not without throwing shade at the middle-aged man. "People like you deserve to be poor and suffer for life!"
The middle-aged man snorted. "That's still none of your business. At least I have a clear conscience because I didn't demand incentives to save a man's life!"
That was when Laura turned to the middle-aged man. "He was demanding incentives?"
"More than once, too!"
After the middle-aged man told Laura everything, she sighed. "That's just disgusting, taking money when the lives of others are on the line. And would he actually miss two hundred bucks?"
While the middle-aged man left to get some paper, Frank had the old man sit and began to insert his acupoint needles.
As it turned out, Laura knew about acupoints despite studying modern medicine. It was a basic discipline that even modern medicine occasionally utilized, so it confused her that Frank was not applying his needles per the usual acupoints layout.
Worried that Frank might cause a malpractice suit and not cause the old man more pain, she asked, "I believe you know acupuncture, but aren't your placements wrong?"
"What is it they say… Science trusts truth, not authority?"
Frank continued working as he replied, "The acupoints layout charted in books are always fixed, but in reality, the acupoints are constantly shifting. It's called the meridian shift in martial arts novels!"
He finished inserting all the needles just then and infused his spiritrons in them, and the old man gasped in shock!
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