After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 1007

But now he was at his wit's end, completely desperate and willing to try anything.

If Franklin couldn't be cured and the President blamed him, it would be better to see if this herbalist doctor's acupuncture could be effective.

Jasper had said that if it worked, the credit would go to him as the doctor.

Jasper and this herbalist doctor would remain unsung heroes.

Thinking this way, he realized it was a win-win situation with no loss at all.

If it didn't work, he would just have to accept his bad luck and think of other solutions.

But could such a young woman really do it? Did she really know traditional medicine?

They had already passed three security checkpoints.

The doctor whispered to the young woman beside him, "Do you really know traditional medicine? Jasper wouldn't be playing a joke on me, would he?"

The woman's voice, deliberately low and slightly cold, responded.

"We'll only know if it works after seeing the patient. I heard the patient was poisoned before, which might have damaged his eyes. So, we need to stimulate the eye nerves with acupuncture. That's my preliminary assessment, but it's not certain."

She wanted to discuss Franklin's condition with the doctor before seeing him.

Sure enough, the doctor started talking non-stop, "The instruments show that all the toxins have been cleared from his body. All his bodily functions have recovered. The poison was very potent; at the time, he was critically ill, losing not only his vision but also his hearing and taste."

The doctor sighed again, "Luckily, there was an antidote. But the antidote cleared the poison and left this troublesome aftereffect. I'm at my wit's end. No medication works, and even various massages and heat treatments haven't helped him regain his sight. I... I'm just..."

He didn't dare to say these things to anyone else for fear they would reach the President's ears.

Since the young woman was facing the same situation as he was, he couldn't help but vent.

For so many days, Franklin's condition had shown no progress under his care, making him very anxious.

But he was helpless.

Thinking this, he continued, "I don't think you can do it either. You're so young; how could you possibly cure such a tricky condition?"

He shook his head as he spoke, not expecting Sylvia to respond. "Let's go; the young master lives in this building."

Sylvia squinted her almond eyes at the small building in front of her. The surroundings were nice, lush and green, with a small flower bed in front of the building where some common flowers and plants were growing.

At the entrance of the building, two guards were still standing on duty. The doctor took out his pass as usual and explained that Sylvia was his assistant, allowing them to pass.

After stepping into the first-floor lobby, the doctor didn't stop and continued leading her upstairs.

They went straight up to the next floor.

The doctor reminded her uneasily, "The young master lives in the innermost room. He has a bit of a temper; don't disturb him. Just focus on treating him, understand?"

He had been tormented by Franklin's mood swings these past few days.

So he shared his understanding of Franklin with the young woman to prevent her from causing unnecessary trouble.

After all, even Franklin didn't know about the acupuncture treatment.

Only Jasper and he knew about it.

The closer they got to Franklin's room, the faster Sylvia's heart beat.

Closer and closer...

She heard the doctor's incessant chatter in her ear. Franklin had a strange temper? Your whole family is strange! He's perfectly fine!

Sylvia thought indignantly. She couldn't stand anyone speaking ill of her husband.

But in her current role as a herbalist doctor, she had no grounds to argue.

Finally... they reached the door of the room together.

The doctor raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Jasper came over to open it. He glanced at the slender woman beside the doctor and said impassively, "Please come in."

Sylvia remained silent and followed the doctor into the room.

The room was spacious and bright, filled with sunlight.

But this brightness couldn't reach Franklin's heart or Jasper's heart.

A tall but noticeably thin man lay on a large, soft bed. His handsome face showed no expression or emotion.

Hearing footsteps, he sat up sensitively. "Is the doctor here?"

"Yes, young master. Today he brought a herbalist doctor who knows acupuncture. We hope she can help treat your eyes." Jasper didn't dare reveal anything about Sylvia's identity.

"Hah-" Franklin sneered with a hint of disdain at the corner of his lips. "No herbalist doctor can be better than my wife."

He refused outright before they even started!

What now!

"Young master, since madam is not with us now, we should try other herbalist doctors too. What if it works?" Jasper persuaded Franklin earnestly. "Just sit down for a moment and let this herbalist doctor try acupuncture on your eyes. If it really works..."Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Franklin remained silent but sat there quietly, his long hands clenched into fists on his legs, his handsome face tense.

Sylvia looked at his noticeably thinner cheeks, her heart aching as if stabbed by a knife.

The pain was excruciating.

She walked to the bed with red-rimmed eyes and opened her acupuncture kit, laying out the needles on the bedside table. Observing Franklin's condition, she deliberately lowered her voice to a hoarse whisper. "I'll take your pulse first."

"A woman?" Franklin frowned slightly; he disliked any other woman approaching him.

It made him very uncomfortable.

"Young master, she is a herbalist doctor here to treat you," Jasper said softly. He glanced cautiously at Sylvia, who nodded at him. Her pale fingers fell on Franklin's wrist.

The cool touch made Franklin's expression turn colder.

His instinctive reaction was one of rejection.

To avoid detection by Franklin, Sylvia had placed ice packs in her nurse uniform pockets to keep her fingers cold on the way there.

Her fingers were icy and devoid of warmth; she feared Franklin might recognize her presence.

Given the current situation, revealing her identity was unwise.

Not to mention whether this doctor was reliable or not, there were many spies in the presidential residence.

If Franklin found out later and showed any signs...

Who knew what crazy things the President might do?

After all, he had poisoned his own son just to make Sylvia leave.

Franklin barely suppressed his urge to push this woman away and sat upright.

After a moment, he heard her hoarse

voice again. "Your body has recovered well. As I suspected, the toxins damaged your optic nerves, causing them to lose function due to compression."

"Now I will perform acupuncture; please lie down."

Jasper quickly helped Franklin lie down on the bed.

Turning around, he saw Sylvia take out a long silver needle and insert it into an acupoint around Franklin's eye before taking out another one.

She inserted eight needles in total before stopping.

"How long will this take?" Jasper asked with concern.

"Half an hour," Sylvia replied as she cleaned her hands and sat on a nearby sofa.

The doctor's heart finally settled as he watched her skilled movements.

It seemed she really was an experienced acupuncturist.

He had underestimated her earlier; now it seemed his worries were unfounded.

Franklin had been very irritable lately and hadn't slept well for a long time.

Unexpectedly, after being needled for a while, he fell asleep deeply and soundly. The room was filled only with his even breathing.

Jasper couldn't help but twitch his

mouth. He realized that even without revealing her identity, as long as madam was by young master's side, he felt much better physically and mentally.

Even if young master didn't know madam was there, his body instinctively relaxed in her presence.

This... truly...

Sylvia hadn't expected Franklin to fall asleep during acupuncture either.

After half an hour, she easily removed and stored the long needles.

"I'll come back tomorrow. It will take at least half a month of acupuncture to see if there's any effect," Sylvia said softly. "Take good care of your young master; make sure his diet is nutritious and healthy. Avoid picky eating as it hinders recovery."

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Jasper nodded quickly. "Could you write a menu? I'll have the chef follow it daily."

Sylvia thought for a moment and agreed.

Taking the pen and notebook Jasper handed her, she wrote a week's worth of menus based on dishes she used to make for Franklin at home.

Jasper took the notebook and thanked her sincerely.

The doctor then led Sylvia out of the presidential residence.

Outside, he exhaled deeply. "I didn't expect you really knew traditional medicine."

His face flushed slightly. "I didn't understand before..."

So he had doubted her abilities earlier.

Sylvia smiled at him without removing her mask. "You just didn't know me well enough. It's okay. See you tomorrow."

She added meaningfully before leaving, "I should be thanking you."

The doctor was puzzled by her words but didn't have time to ask as Sylvia turned away quickly.

After so long apart, finally seeing Franklin even briefly made Sylvia feel especially happy-a rare sense of relief easing her constant heartache slightly.

It felt like an addict getting a small fix after a long time without one.

When Franklin woke up two hours later,

he felt deeply rested and comfortable for the first time in ages.

There seemed to be a faint lingering fragrance in the air. He paused for a moment-was it from that herbalist doctor? Why did it seem familiar? A bit like... Sylvia's scent?