58: Chapter 58: Gun to the Head 58: Chapter 58: Gun to the Head John Ac’s villa bathroom was abuzz with the sound of vomiting, while Clara Zuck stood at the bathroom door, retching incessantly.
Yusuf Zuck and Jero Hart had long since run out to the villa’s garden because it was too slly inside.
After John Ac let out a long fart, the entire house beca unbearable.
Then, John Ac felt the urge to defecate, and once he got to the bathroom, it was a splashy affair.
The house was filled with a foul sll, making it impossible to stay inside; despite wanting to go outside for so fresh air, Clara Zuck, as the little wife, had to ingratiate herself with John Ac, so she had to endure it.
“You know Qigong?” Yusuf Zuck sat in the courtyard garden, taking out a cigarette and offering it to Jero Hart.
“I don’t smoke,” Jero Hart waved his hand, “I know a little, it’s a family thing.
But I’m very curious about how you found that acupoint.
Don’t tell you guessed blindly—I won’t believe that!”
“You really want to know?” Yusuf Zuck started to smile; he knew Jero Hart would ask.
“You don’t have to say,” Jero Hart shrugged, “I’m just curious, if it’s troubleso, then forget it!”
“It’s not exactly troubleso.
I’ll tell you how I found it if you’ll teach Silver Needle Therapy, okay?” Yusuf Zuck’s mind was lively now; he wasn’t yet a real doctor, but he had saved two people and earned millions.
If he actually learned so dical skills, then in the future, even if he ran out of money, he could still keep the family fed by treating people, right?
“Have you studied Chinese dicine?” Jero Hart still wasn’t sure if Yusuf Zuck understood dicine.
If he did, how could he possibly be a driver and bodyguard for soone else?
Plus, Yusuf Zuck had ntioned encountering a fake ghost posing as a true ogre before, which clearly ant he was admitting he was a fake doctor.
But if he were truly a fake, how could he possibly have found that blocked qi and blood acupoint?
This question puzzled Jero Hart.
He couldn’t find the acupoint, and his grandfather might not be able to find it either, but Yusuf Zuck found it easily.
Such dical skill was probably only possessed by great masters, right?
“To tell the truth, I really don’t understand dicine,” Yusuf Zuck chuckled with a bitter smile; he didn’t know a damn thing about dicine.
“So how did you do it?” Jero Hart was half-doubtful, feeling that Yusuf Zuck wasn’t telling the whole truth.
“Then teach acupuncture,” Yusuf Zuck chuckled.
Jero Hart was startled, the conversation had circled back.
With a wry smile, he said, “The dical knowledge of my family is not taught to outsiders, but if you really want to learn acupuncture, it’s quite easy.
Actually, acupuncture isn’t difficult.
Many graduates from dical colleges or universities learn so basic techniques after graduation.
If you’re interested in acupuncture, I can recomnd so books on the subject for you to study on your own.”
“Oh, then never mind,” Yusuf Zuck shrugged; he was interested in learning Qigong acupuncture, but clearly, Jero Hart wasn’t going to teach him.
However, Jero Hart’s suggestion wasn’t bad.
When he had ti, he’d buy so dical books to read.
Jero Hart remained noncommittal, not asking Yusuf Zuck how he recognized the acupoint.
Nevertheless, through this incident, he realized that Ruth Wilcox’s driver and bodyguard was quite unique and definitely possessed special skills, he just couldn’t guess what they were.
The two changed topics and talked about other things while Yusuf Zuck also discovered that the refined Jero Hart was actually quite a humorous person, although he seed too serene, completely a different type from Yusuf.
“Doctor Zhang, Doctor Liu, my apologies, my apologies!” While the two were chatting about everything under the sun, John Ac was led out by Clara Zuck, looking very weak.
“Now that you’ve relieved yourself, go upstairs and rest.
Don’t eat at or greasy foods for the next seven days, stick to a vegetarian diet, you can have so eggs, but no at.
Rest up for a week, and you should be about right!” Jero Hart stopped at that, saying no more; he knew when to draw the line.
After all, he was accompanying Yusuf Zuck, and he had no idea what relation Yusuf had with this family.
At that mont, Yusuf Zuck nodded, “Doctor Liu is right, focus on recuperating these next few days.”
“So…
I’m really okay now?
I won’t vomit again in a bit?” John Ac was half-convinced, truly worn out by the ordeal.
“You shouldn’t anymore…” Yusuf Zuck hesitated, unsure himself, and could only glance at Jero Hart.
And Jero Hart imdiately nodded, “Definitely won’t throw up again.”
Upon hearing Jero Hart’s words, Clara Zuck urgently said, “Dr.
Zuck, look… could you maybe wait here a little longer?
The next onset of symptoms is almost due anyway.”
“Okay, I’ll wait a bit longer.
It’s nearly dawn and I’m not in a hurry to leave.” Yusuf Zuck nodded agreeably.
After all, John Ac had given him three million, and it would be irresponsible, almost uncaring, to rush off.
Of course, he also looked at Jero Hart apologetically, “You just got off the plane, if you’re tired, you can find a room to rest in Mr.
Ac’s house.”
Jero Hart shook his head, “No need.
I had just woken up when I got off the plane, and I’m still not over the jet lag, so I’m not sleepy.”
The group didn’t return inside, all sitting in the garden, chatting while waiting for the ti to pass.
Soon, the ti arrived.
Clara Zuck reminded everyone that there was about one minute left.
John Ac visibly tensed up as if through a conditioned reflex, his face troubled.
Yusuf Zuck was uncertain and felt a bit nervous, whereas Jero Hart appeared calm and confident.
Quickly, one minute passed without John Ac feeling nauseous, two minutes passed and still no nausea.
He had prepared a spittoon but now, astonishingly, he really did not feel like vomiting.
After five minutes, Clara Zuck and John Ac excitedly clasped each other’s hands, but neither said anything because they wanted to wait a little longer.
Almost twenty minutes later, John Ac finally confird that he was cured, as his illness had never been late in the past few months!
“Thank you, thank you.” Even though he was the boss of a big real estate company, at that mont, John Ac had tears in his eyes.
He was nearly tornted to death, but now, his life was given back.
…
After bidding farewell to John Ac and his young wife Clara Zuck, Yusuf Zuck took advantage of the still dim dawn light and the clear roads to quickly drive out of the villa area.
He was worried that if he returned late, it would delay Ruth Wilcox’s important affairs.
However, just as he was driving out of the villa compound’s gate and hadn’t yet reached the main road, a middle-aged woman dressed in a grey tracksuit suddenly ran towards him from a corner and spread her arms to signal Yusuf Zuck to stop.
Yusuf Zuck was startled and slamd on the brakes hard.
“What are you doing?
Have you lost your mind?” Yusuf Zuck exclaid.
“Are you called Yusuf Zuck?” the middle-aged woman approached Yusuf Zuck’s car door and asked.
“Huh?” Yusuf Zuck’s eyebrows shot up, as this was Shanghai after all, his first visit here, so how could anyone possibly recognize him?
“Who are you?” Yusuf Zuck asked in a deep voice.
“Looks like it’s you!” the middle-aged woman suddenly smiled, flipped her wrist, and a dark gun barrel pressed against his forehead.
“Whoosh.” A van with no license plate quickly approached, positioned at an angle in front of Yusuf Zuck’s car, and five people jumped out.
At this ti of the day, the streets had few cars and hardly any pedestrians, save for a few street sweepers in the distance.
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