57: Chapter 57: Jero Hart Practices Qigong 57: Chapter 57: Jero Hart Practices Qigong Not understanding what Jero Hart did for a living, nor being able to figure out the exact nature of his relationship with Ruth Wilcox, the two had made their way in silence to a place for a late-night snack, and it was already one o’clock in the morning.
Just as Yusuf Zuck and Jero Hart were waiting for their late-night snack to arrive, Yusuf’s phone suddenly rang.
He thought it was Ruth, but upon checking the incoming call, he was surprised to see it was Clara Zuck!
Yusuf frowned, What could Clara Zuck want, calling him at one in the morning?
Was John Ac sick again, or was it Clara seeking him out privately?
Curiously, he answered the call.
“Is this Dr.
Zuck?
It’s Clara Zuck.
Please help!
Our Mr.
Ac is having an attack again, and this ti nothing’s working.
It’s not working!” As soon as the call connected, Clara’s voice ca through, sounding extrely frantic and urgent!
“What?
It’s not working?” Yusuf was equally shocked.
Hadn’t the test in the afternoon worked twice?
Why had it stopped working in the middle of the night?
“The acupoint, no matter how we press it, doesn’t respond.
Mr.
Ac ate a lot tonight, and now he’s vomiting blood…” Clara said urgently, “I beg you, Dr.
Zuck, please co quickly and save our Mr.
Ac!”
“Okay, okay, don’t panic.
Where do you live?
How do I find you?” Yusuf was getting anxious.
He had just received a three-million-dollar paynt from them, and now not only was Mr.
Ac not better, his condition had worsened to the point of vomiting blood.
Yusuf felt a chill running down his spine.
He hadn’t accidentally made John Ac’s condition worse, had he?
Clara replied, “We are in Pudong New Area, at the Dongjiao Peninsula Villas.
You can find us by taxi.
Call when you get here so I can co out to et you!”
“Alright, I’m on my way.” Yusuf said and hung up the phone.
He then saw Jero watching him.
“You stay here and eat.
Afterward, just take a taxi to the Marriott to find Ms.
Wilcox.
I’ve got to step out for a bit!” Yusuf said as he stood up to leave.
At that mont, the shrimp dumplings they had ordered arrived.
“Don’t rush, don’t rush.
Waitress, package this up, we’ll eat on the road!” Jero imdiately stood up and signaled the waitress to pack the food.
“Are you following ?” Yusuf asked, puzzled.
“Didn’t soone just call you a doctor over the phone?
Aren’t you a doctor?
That’s perfect then, we’re in the sa field!” Jero said with a smile.
“You’re a physician?” Yusuf was clearly surprised.
Jero Hart as a doctor?
He certainly hadn’t seen that coming.
Jero nodded with a smile, “I know a bit of both Chinese and Western dicine.”
“Great, I’m a fake running into a true hero,” Yusuf said with a blend of laughter and distress.
The waitress quickly finished packing their food, and after paying, the two ran outside and hailed a taxi.
Yusuf gave the driver the address and told the taxi to lead the way.
Yusuf knew how awful it felt to vomit, let alone with John Ac vomiting blood.
He could only hope that Mr.
Ac would hold on a bit longer and not die from blood loss.
“So, you’re a doctor?
You can treat patients?
And even drive and work as a bodyguard?
Impressive,” Jero said while munching on shrimp dumplings in the car, obviously curious.
“I am not a doctor,” Yusuf shook his head.
“But aren’t you going to treat a patient?” Jero was thoroughly confused.
They had addressed Yusuf as doctor on the phone, and he seed in a hurry to treat soone, yet how co he denied being a doctor?
“It’s a long story.
Right now, let ask you sothing to test your combined knowledge of Chinese and Western dicine,” said Yusuf, who was clueless about dical terminology.
But since Jero turned out to be a doctor, he thought it best to ask him first.
“Go ahead,” Jero nodded.
“There’s a patient, around fifty years old, who suddenly started exhibiting symptoms of vomiting three months ago.
Nothing has cured it, and after failing to find a solution in China, he even went abroad for treatnt, but still no cure.
They couldn’t even determine the cause.
Moreover, his illness reoccurs like clockwork every eighty minutes.
What could be the diagnosis?”
After thinking it over, Jero said, “If neither dostic nor international doctors have found the cause, it’s likely due to blood energy stagnation.
In terms of Chinese dicine, it’s called a blockage in the ridians.
Of course, there could be other reasons—I haven’t seen the patient myself, and one must avoid guessing when diagnosing illnesses.
It can be deadly!”
“Blood energy stagnation?
Yes, that’s it!” Yusuf slapped the steering wheel upon hearing Jero’s analysis.
The guy might actually be onto sothing.
Did he possess real expertise?
“Incidentally, what were you doing in the United States?” Yusuf suddenly asked.
“Ms.
Wilcox’s grandfather was sick, so I went to check on him,” Jero replied casually.
“Right,” Yusuf took a deep breath.
If Jero had gone abroad to visit a corporate chairman for a dical consultation, that ant he had more than a trick or two up his sleeve.
He must have outstanding dical skills.
“You have to co in with later and take a look at the patient!” Yusuf refrained from ntioning his treatnt process earlier in the day because it would be too easy to be exposed in front of a real doctor.
“Of course, relieving others’ suffering is the duty of a physician!” Jero agreed readily.
“Thanks,” Yusuf nodded at Jero.
“Have so,” Jero offered the shrimp dumplings to Yusuf.
Soon, they arrived at the Dongjiao Peninsula Villas.
Yusuf imdiately called Clara to co out and et them, as they wouldn’t be able to enter without her.
Clara was quick, likely having waited for Yusuf’s call.
In just a few minutes, she drove out to greet them and after a brief check-in with the security guard, both cars swiftly drove to one of the villas.
Mr.
Ac was very wealthy, as evident from the three-million-dollar consultation fee he had given Yusuf, indicating he was a man of substantial ans.
His three-story villa boasted a yard with a swimming pool, occupying a large grounds.
The three of them got out of the car, and before they even entered the villa, they could hear John Ac’s retching from inside, tearing through the silence of the late night.
Yusuf Zuck strode in and imdiately saw John Ac sitting on the living room sofa.
His face was ashen, the color of death itself.
“Don’t speak, give your hand.” Yusuf Zuck saw John Ac trying to greet him despite holding back the urge to vomit and quickly waved his hand, signaling for John Ac to extend his hand.
Of course, by this ti, Yusuf’s telekinesis had already penetrated John Ac’s body, allowing him to see everything inside.
The location had shifted, the previously obstructed acupoint that had been blocked by stagnant Blood Energy had moved downward by more than six centiters.
anwhile, Clara Zuck said with tears in her eyes, “The acupoint we previously massaged no longer responds, Dr.
Zuck, what on earth is going on?”
“Don’t worry, Dr.
Hart, take a look,” Yusuf Zuck waved his hand, signaling for Clara to stop talking.
Jero Hart nodded, reached out a finger, and placed it on John Ac’s pulse.
Both John Ac and Clara Zuck were confused, not knowing who the doctor that Yusuf Zuck had brought with him was.
But at that mont, neither of them asked any questions.
After feeling the pulse for only a few seconds, Jero Hart withdrew his hand, took a deep breath, and said, “Blood Energy obstruction, your body’s Blood Energy is sluggish, and the site of the illness should be at an acupoint in the stomach.
This illness is difficult to treat!”
“What?
Difficult to treat?” Not only were John Ac and Clara Zuck startled, but even Yusuf Zuck jumped at the revelation!
“Hmm,” Jero Hart pondered, “I won’t ntion the dical term since it won’t make sense to you, but you must have heard of Blood Energy, and your illness is caused by that.
In terms of Chinese dicine, it pertains to the ridians.”
“This illness might seem minor, and it can be cured with a single needle if the source is accurately identified.
But the challenge lies in locating that source, which even my grandfather might not find, because the source moves – the Blood Energy moves and the source circles around an area near your stomach.”
“Can we at least stop Mr.
Ac from vomiting for now?” Clara Zuck looked at Yusuf Zuck and Jero Hart for help when she saw John Ac still retching and shivering.
“I can’t find the source of the illness, the origin of the outbreak.
What about you, Yusuf?” Jero Hart looked at Yusuf Zuck, recalling that Clara had ntioned Yusuf finding the right acupoint and controlling Mr.
Ac’s condition.
But how could that source acupoint possibly be located?
“Mr.
Ac, turn around, I’ll stop the vomiting right away!” Yusuf Zuck didn’t respond to Jero Hart but gestured for John Ac to turn his back toward him.
Yusuf slightly squinted his eyes, pressed a few spots on John Ac’s back, and then suddenly located an acupoint and pressed down.
“Hoo~” John Ac straightened up at once and also took a deep breath.
“I feel much better.” John Ac finally spoke; he hadn’t dared to speak before because opening his mouth made him want to vomit, but after Yusuf pressed down, his urge to vomit clearly diminished.
Yusuf continued to press.
By now, Jero Hart was so astounded he couldn’t speak, unable to believe that Yusuf had quickly and accurately found the acupoint that was causing John Ac to vomit.
It was simply miraculous; not even his grandfather might have been able to find it!
After massaging for roughly a minute and a half, John Ac no longer felt the urge to vomit, and he lay back on the sofa, relaxed as though he had just smoked a satisfying cigarette.
“Dr.
Hart, is this acupoint the source of the illness?” Yusuf Zuck looked at Jero Hart.
“This is the source, you finding it is incredible; give your car keys, I need to get sothing from the car!” Jero Hart got up and said.
“Hmm.” Yusuf threw him the car keys and continued to focus his telekinesis on monitoring the situation inside John Ac’s body.
Jero Hart returned quickly, holding a cloth bag in his hand.
Yusuf and the others watched him curiously.
He opened the bag to reveal dozens of silver needles.
“As I said before, the illness isn’t a big deal; curing it only takes one needle, as long as we can find the trigger point.” Jero Hart smiled at John Ac, “Mr.
Ac, please turn around.”
“Thank you, thank you, you can stick as many needles as it takes, it’s fine, go ahead with a few more!” John Ac knew that whether it was Dr.
Zuck or Dr.
Hart, none would wrong him, and given his current condition, he didn’t care about anything else.
Jero Hart pressed the acupoint previously pressed by Yusuf, then took out the longest silver needle and said, “After I insert the needle, you might pass gas, and you will feel air moving in your stomach, which will cause diarrhea.
However, these are all normal reactions.
Once you’re done, you’ll be better.”
“Yeah, yeah, no problem,” John Ac nodded repeatedly.
Jero Hart gently inserted the silver needle into the acupoint as Yusuf intently watched him, even extending his telekinesis into Jero’s body!
“Hoo~” Yusuf saw a stream of energy pass from Jero’s fingers into the silver needle, and then into the site of Blood Energy obstruction in John Ac!
With a “pfft” sound, a gurgling noise ca from John Ac’s stomach, followed by a fart, incredibly foul-slling.
“Silver Needle, channeling energy, acupoints!” At this mont, Yusuf’s eyes flashed brilliantly, as Jero Hart had managed to channel a flow of energy.
Not only was he skilled in Chinese dicine, but he was also adept at Qigong.
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