WIFE KICKED MILLIONAIRE MEDICAL GOD HUSBAND

Chapter Six

Lukas nodded, his voice low but certain. “I could’ve. The needles were slowing the toxin’s spread. I needed more time.”

Voss overheard, his face twisting with rage. “Enough! You’re done here, Brandt. Security!” He gestured to the door, but Sofia’s hand shot up, her presence commanding silence.

“You idiot!” Sofia roared. “You pulled his needles! You’ve killed him!” Her hands gripped Voss’s white coat, her knuckles white.

Voss shoved her back, his face turning red with anger. “How dare you!” he spat. “This fake doctor’s nonsense put my patient in danger! Acupuncture? In a hospital? You’re as delusional as he is!”

“Touch him, and you answer to me,” she said, her voice like steel. The security guards hesitated, caught between Voss’s authority and Sofia’s influence. She turned to Amelie. “Your father’s not gone yet. Let Lukas try again.”

Lukas strode back into the ward, he ignored the security guards hovering at the door, clearly feeling nervous after Sofia’s earlier warning. “You ignored my instructions,” he said to Voss, his voice low. “I told you the needles were countering the toxin. You didn’t listen, and now he’s dying.”

Voss scoffed,“Your parlor tricks caused this crisis, Brandt. Don’t shift the blame. You’re no doctor, you’re a fraud.”

Amelie Dubois, tears running down her face, held her father’s hand tightly and spoke with a shaky voice. “Stop fighting! Do something!” Her blue eyes darted between Voss and Lukas, her trust in the hospital’s star physician breaking as her father's condition got worse.

Sofia turned to Lukas, her anger fading into a desperate request. “Lukas, please,” she said, her voice softer now. “Pieter’s my partner—Viktor’s partner. We need him. Save him, and I’ll give you unrestricted access to my family’s botanical archives, centuries of rare plant knowledge, it'll be yours.”

Lukas’s gaze returned to Pieter, whose convulsions had slowed but whose vitals remained critical, the monitors flashing red. The offer was tempting: Sofia’s offer was tempting—her archives held cures he had only heard about, a goldmine for an herbal doctor like him. But it was very risky. The poison, made from a mix of plants, got worse when Voss took out the needles, almost killing Pieter. Lukas hesitated for a moment, then nodded with determination. “I’ll try,” he said. “But I need something specific.”

“What?” Sofia asked, her eyes locked on his.

“Crushed dried tulip bulbs,” Lukas said, his voice steady. “A rare Dutch antidote, used for centuries against plant-based toxins. It’ll complement the acupuncture. Get it fast.”

Sofia didn’t hesitate. She pulled out her phone, barking orders to an assistant in rapid French. “Find it now!, I don’t care what it costs.” She turned back to Lukas. “You’ll have it in twenty minutes.”

The medical team exchanged skeptical glances, a nurse muttering under her breath about “folklore nonsense.” Voss folded his arms, with a sneer. “Tulip bulbs? You’re wasting time. He needs real medicine, not your fairy tales.”

Lukas ignored him, turning to the nurse who had brought the needles earlier. “Get me eighteen fine silver needles again. Sterile,hurry!” She nodded and hurried away.

Amelie stepped closer, her voice trembling. “Can you really save him? After… this?”

Lukas met her gaze,. “I can try, the toxin’s aggressive, but I know its patterns. Trust me.” His words carried the weight of his grandfather’s teachings, the years spent studying plants and pulses, the quiet brilliance that had once earned Elise’s admiration.

The needles arrived. Lukas took a deep breath, his focus on Pieter’s body. He closed his eyes briefly, visualizing the meridians, the energy pathways disrupted by the toxin’s chaos. This wasn’t just acupuncture, it was the Flora Pulse, a revered herbalist technique his grandfather had taught him, blending needlework with plant-based remedies to draw out toxins. The medical team’s mocking whispers about “voodoo” and “fake medicine” quieted down as he started.

He carefully put the first needle on the side of Pieter’s head, then he placed another at the bottom of Pieter’s neck, and a third one on his chest. One by one, eighteen needles were carefully placed in the right spots. The monitors beeped unevenly, but Pieter’s shaking slowed, and his breathing got a little steadier. 

Sofia’s assistant rushed in, holding a small glass bottle with a fine amber powder inside, a crushed dried tulip bulbs from a private collector in Utrecht. Lukas took it, unscrewing the cap and placing it near Pieter’s arm, where the toxin’s effects were most pronounced. “This will draw it out,” he said, his voice low but certain.

The room held its breath as Lukas adjusted the final needle, his fingers gently touching Pieter’s skin. A soft sound seemed to come from the needles, but it might have been the monitors or just the tense atmosphere. Then, something moved under Pieter’s skin—a dark shape twisting beneath the surface. Amelie gasped as a small black beetle with shiny shell came out from where a needle pierced Pieter’s arm.