"So, you were trying to pass off fake tea cakes to my grandmother?" Heidi scoffed, her voice laced with sarcasm."Joseph, you're talking nonsense! You think you can just weigh them in your hand and determine they’re off? And based on that alone, you dare accuse me of giving counterfeit tea?" Charles Martin was livid at Joseph’s accusation."Joseph, what do you even know about tea? Spouting nonsense about weight like you're some kind of expert!" Maria Long sneered, her tone dripping with derision."If there's a dispute, why not weigh it properly? If the tea cakes turn out to be fine, Joseph, you’ll need to kneel and apologize to Charles," Stephen Cooper interjected, challenging him."Exactly! And you should bow your head too," Maria Long quickly echoed."No need to go through all that trouble," Joseph replied coolly, a faint smirk on his lips.Without paying them any further attention, he examined the tea cake in his hands. Then, with a sharp twist of his wrists, he snapped it cleanly

"Charles Martin, were you truly trying to give my grandmother a heartfelt gift? If you were sincere, why didn’t you at least inspect what you bought? If you had looked—if you had even the slightest bit of intelligence—you would have noticed something was wrong," Fiona demanded, her voice rising.But before Charles Martin could respond, the old lady spoke. "Fiona, none of that matters anymore. Your parents claim that this man is your future husband. I only have one question for you—does this seem like a good choice for a future husband?"With that, she picked up her bowl of chilled lotus seed soup, took a spoonful, and sighed in satisfaction at the cool, refreshing taste.Fiona's expression shifted the moment she heard those words. Whether intentional or not, she subconsciously stole a glance at Joseph before responding. "Grandmother, I have never chosen a so-called future husband! I have never had any feelings for him. This entire ordeal is something my parents orchestrated. I've tol

"Joseph, how would you like to proceed? Should we go directly to the old master’s room?" the old lady asked, turning to Joseph.Before Joseph could respond, Charles Martin spoke up."Madam, I require a spacious area to treat the old master. First, it gives me more space to work. Second, with everyone watching, we can ensure that no one has any ulterior motives regarding the old master’s condition," Charles Martin stated self-righteously."Joseph, what do you think?" the old lady asked again."I agree with Professor Martin. A larger space would certainly be more convenient for treatment. Besides, there’s nothing private about this procedure—any open area will do," Joseph replied calmly."In that case, you’ll conduct the treatment in the main hall. This house has a front hall, a back hall, and the main hall—the main hall is the largest. Bring the old master’s bed there," the old lady instructed."Understood, Madam." The servants immediately set about carrying out her orders."Alvarez, i

"Professor Martin, have you found anything?" Joseph pressed again."I… I need to administer an IV!" Charles Martin suddenly declared, as if grasping at straws.The crowd exchanged confused glances. Joseph’s brow furrowed slightly.Before anyone could question him, Charles quickly retrieved a set of injections from his medical kit."Dr. Martin, you say you need to administer an IV. What exactly are you injecting?" Tristan Flores stepped forward and grabbed Charles’s wrist firmly."Who the hell are you? What does it matter to you?" Charles Martin snapped, his eyes bloodshot, his composure slipping."Old Mr. Cooper’s body is completely normal—there is nothing wrong with him. The only IV he should be receiving is a standard nutritional drip. But I assume that’s not what you’re about to inject, is it?" Tristan’s voice was sharp, his gaze severe. "I, too, am trained in modern medicine. Tell me—what exactly are you administering?"Charles Martin hesitated before stammering, "I-It’s Ozagrel S

"Is that it? I expected something more dramatic.""Not even a twitch. I thought this was supposed to be impressive?""Acupuncture has been tried before—it didn’t work then either."The room buzzed with subdued cynicism, skepticism evident in every hushed remark."Joseph, is that all? You don’t seem that remarkable after all," Charles Martin sneered, seizing the opportunity to mock him."What’s the rush? I still have one last needle," Joseph remarked, a faint smile playing at the corner of his lips as he picked up the final, larger needle.All eyes locked onto it.Philip Anderson and Leonard Sanchez tensed.Leonard simply sensed that something monumental was about to happen, while Philip Anderson recalled Joseph’s earlier words—he had mentioned that the final needle would stimulate the Mid-Spinal Acupoint.Was the moment finally here?Philip Anderson stared unblinkingly at Joseph’s hands, unwilling to miss even a second of what was to come.Then, in a decisive motion, Joseph drove the