Chapter 7 Scolding the Beautiful Female Doctor

"Stop! You are not permitted to harm my patient!" The female doctor's anger was evident, and her eyes were sharp as she confronted him. Several male doctors noticed Sherman's actions and quickly circled around him. Unconcerned with the surrounding opposition, Sherman turned to the girl. "This is your father. The decision to save him is yours to make." In medicine, the consent of the patient's family is paramount. "I ... Please save him. The worst has already been predicted, please don't let it come to that." The female doctor expressed her frustration, "Girl, don't be fooled by him, this boy does not seem trustworthy!" "Silence!" Sherman's voice boomed across the room. His shout was like that of a fierce lion, silencing everyone in the ward except for the patient and his daughter, who looked on with wide eyes filled with fear. Sherman scoffed, "The family has given their consent. What right do you have to continue objecting?" Ignoring the stunned onlookers, Sherman proceeded. He meticulously sterilized a silver needle with alcohol, then began his work. The Thirteen Needles of Crossing Worlds! This unique technique, enhanced by his potent true energy, was his only chance to save the patient. Sherman's face was set in concentration as he inserted each needle into its precise acupoint. "This is reckless!" The female doctor was incensed, feeling her professional integrity under attack. "This is akin to murder!" A voice of age and authority suddenly intervened, "What is happening here?" The gathered doctors immediately recognized the elderly man entering the room. "Mr. Robson!" they exclaimed in unison, greeting him with a respectful tone. "Mr. Robson!" "Mr. Robson, please let me explain what's happened," the female doctor quickly interjected, eager to convey her perspective on the unfolding events. "Enough!" Henry Robson barely glanced at her before his attention was riveted to the patient on the bed. His astonishment was palpable when he noticed the specific needle technique being used. "Is that ... The Thirteen Needles of Crossing Worlds?" His voice was filled with disbelief and wonder, and his eyes also widened. The female doctor, puzzled, inquired, "Sir, what are The Thirteen Needles of Crossing Worlds?" With his eyes locked on Sherman, Henry explained, "It's a legendary needle treatment from ancient Dragonia, renowned for its profound efficacy. Once applied, escaping its effects is nearly impossible." Skepticism shadowed the faces of the other doctors as they struggled to grasp the reality of such a medical feat. At that moment, Sherman inserted the final needle. The thirteen needles vibrated subtly, their motion creating a complete circuit. Suddenly, the patient's breathing halted, causing the monitoring devices to emit alarming sounds. "He's dead! You've killed him!" the female doctor accused loudly, her voice echoing with shock and horror. "Silence, you foolish woman!" Sherman's retort was fierce. He was visibly irritated by her continuous nonsensical chatter since her arrival. The beautiful doctor's complexion alternated between pale and flushed with humiliation—she had never been addressed so harshly. As she opened her mouth to respond, something miraculous occurred that would change her understanding forever. She watched as Sherman methodically removed each silver needle. When he extracted the final one, the patient, previously given up on by everyone, opened his eyes. His complexion, previously pale, now carried a faint blush, signaling a return of vitality. Observing the monitor, the heartbeat steadily climbed back into a safe range, much to everyone's astonishment. "Dad, how are you feeling?" The girl rushed to his side, tears of relief streaming down her cheeks. "I feel like I just woke from a long sleep. Much better now," the patient murmured, his voice weak but clear. The joy was overwhelming for the girl. "Oh, Dad, that's wonderful," she sobbed, barely finding the words to express her happiness. "This can't be possible!" The female doctor staggered back, her medical beliefs shaken to the core. The other male doctors mirrored her disbelief, exchanging stunned glances. Henry then approached. With a polite nod to Sherman, he inquired, "Good day, I'm Henry Robson, the director here. "May I know where you learned such remarkable skills?" The room went silent, the doctors around buzzing with newfound respect and curiosity. Henry is renowned for his medical expertise and is highly respected. Normally, even individuals with high social status are courteous when they meet him. However, now they witnessed Henry showing profound respect and using formal language with a young kid. "I'm sorry, but I must keep that confidential," Sherman responded with a respectful tone. His master had strictly advised him never to reveal his background, perhaps to avoid the repercussions of past conflicts—though Sherman often wondered about the real reason behind such secrecy. In fact, he was overthinking it. His master had forbidden him from revealing his identity not because of any nefarious reasons but because he had helped too many high-profile people in the past. If Sherman's true identity were known, he would not have to struggle; influential people would likely seek him out to express their gratitude, which could be perilous. Henry was slightly disappointed but did not press further. Instead, he offered his business card, saying, "Young man, your skills are exceptional. Would you consider sharing your knowledge with me in the future?" Sherman, noting the old man's respectful approach, accepted the card. "You seem decent, old man, but some of your doctors leave much to be desired," he said, nodding toward the female doctor, hinting at her unprofessionalism. The female doctor, Raina Flint, was upset but held back from responding. In truth, she recognized her faults. Henry gave a wry smile. "Raina can be a bit rigid. I hope you'll overlook it." Sherman, disinterested in a prolonged dispute, particularly with a woman, swiftly changed the subject, "Please start the discharge process for this gentleman." Raina opened her mouth to object but was silenced by Henry's stern look, her frustration evident. Wasn't this an implicit admission of their inadequacy? Sherman thought about the girl's poor financial state. Staying in the hospital would only increase her expenses. Now that her father was out of immediate danger, he simply needed to recuperate at home. Henry agreed, "Very well, I'll have Emmie handle it." Raina brooded silently, unhappy with the situation. However, she did not dare defy Henry's orders, and before leaving, she cast a sharp glare at Sherman. Then, with a dramatic click of her high heels, she walked away. Half an hour later, the discharge procedures were finalized. The three of them left the hospital together. On the way, both father and daughter expressed their deep gratitude to Sherman. He had not only saved a life but also preserved a family and the bright future of a young girl. During their conversation, Sherman learned their names. The girl was Melanie Laine, and her father was Martin Laine. After accompanying them home, Sherman prepared to take his leave. However, Melanie, her cheeks flushing red, hesitated for a moment before saying, "Sherman, it's already late. Why don't you stay here tonight and have dinner with us?" Martin chimed in, "Yes, you've done so much for us. If you leave now, we'll carry the guilt forever." Faced with the heartfelt insistence of both father and daughter, Sherman finally agreed to stay the night. Martin, still weak from his condition, retired to his bedroom to rest shortly after they arrived home. Meanwhile, Melanie cheerfully headed to the market to buy groceries. For her, it was the happiest day she had experienced in over a decade. Before leaving, Melanie led Sherman to her room, gesturing for him to sit. The living room was cluttered from her busy schedule, leaving no other comfortable spot. With a slight blush on her face, she said, "Please wait here," and quickly excused herself. Sherman sat down on the edge of the bed, letting his gaze wander around the room. Then, his eyes landed on something—a white undergarment ...