Nathalie Quinlan sighed inwardly, but she didn’t voice these thoughts. At this age, she believed Lowie Wilmar knew what was in his heart.
"How confident are you?" Lowie Wilmar asked, with a rare serious tilt of his head, his eyelashes lowered, putting aside the cynical expression on his face.
After considering for a mont, Nathalie Quinlan replied, "Seventy percent."
"The elderly man is of advanced age, I can’t guarantee one hundred percent success," she explained.
Lowie Wilmar looked at the old man lying unconscious on the bed, then at the girl standing beside him, who was still wearing a duckbill cap. With a very three-dinsional face and sharp features, she seed tough and unapproachable, but her expression was serious, showing that if she said she was confident, she truly believed in her seventy percent!
Lowie Wilmar wasn’t eting her for the first ti.
He was well aware that Nathalie Quinlan’s seventy percent confidence would translate into at least ninety percent in the hands of soone like Adelle Wafford.
His grandfather was seventy years old, an age when one knows one’s destiny; having seventy percent confidence was already quite good!
"Shall we proceed?" Nathalie Quinlan didn’t rush to open the Acupuncture Pack, waiting for him to make the decision.
Lowie Wilmar’s previously tense back relaxed as he looked at her, lifted a hand to touch his earlobe, his earring sparkling enchantingly, and smiled before saying in a raised voice, "Yeah, let’s do it. Why not? I’ve already brought you here; it would be a loss not to. Besides, if it cos to it, I’ll just go down with you."
His father had set a strict order for Raymond Wilmar.
The Wilmar Family elders were all gathered here; to so extent, he had already tied his fate to Nathalie Quinlan’s—if they were going to crash, they might as well crash together.
Nathalie Quinlan cast a sidelong glance at him, with a rather bandit-like gaze, opened the Acupuncture Pack to reveal an array of needles of different lengths, gleaming with a cold light, and with a corner of her mouth pulled up, she boldly said, "Don’t worry, I’ll try not to let you sink. If you do fall, it’s just bad luck."
Before Lowie Wilmar could respond, Adelle Wafford, who had followed them in, snorted coldly and said with a touch of scorn, "Hah, I have never heard of using acupuncture to draw out bruises!"
Her voice wasn’t loud, but she was an authoritative expert in this field.
When she spoke, many people turned to look at her.
Nathalie Quinlan heard too, looked up and saw Adelle Wafford. After a mont, she recalled her face, matched it with the person in her mind, and retorted sowhat impatiently, "If you haven’t heard of it, then read more books!"
——I have never heard of using acupuncture to draw out bruises.
——If you haven’t heard of it, then read more books.
"Pfft." Sadam Vinson couldn’t hold back and chuckled at this from behind.
After the laughter, he contained himself, his line of sight drifting over Adelle Wafford, whose face color fluctuated between pale and red, then settling on the defiant girl adjusting the brim of her cap. He lowered his voice and said with a half-smile to Caryn Zachmann, "Your cousin’s got quite the personality."
"...She’s ignorant and lacks manners!"
Caryn Zachmann was so angry her beautiful face was almost bleeding, absolutely livid. After speaking, she imdiately turned away, no longer concerning herself with her earlier intention to avoid any relation to Nathalie Quinlan, and said crossly, "Nathalie Quinlan, you’re just a high school senior, you haven’t even attended university—what dical skills do you have? Do you realize Mr. Wilmar’s status, acting so recklessly."
If soone of Mr. Wilmar’s status were cured, it could bring great fa and fortune.
But if sothing went wrong, the consequences would be far from mild.
Even soone of Adelle Wafford’s rank was initially unwilling to take on this troubleso ss.
A re high school student, without any systematic study of basic dical knowledge, how could she dare to step forward in such a situation?
If she caused a loss of life, the entire Zachmann Family would be dragged down because of her!
Nathalie Quinlan lifted her eyelids and saw Caryn Zachmann through the crowd, a hint of surprise in her eyes, and with a bit of a headache, she glanced at Lowie Wilmar—it was like he was creating trouble for her.
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