Mozart shrugged it off. Albert didn’t care what these buffoons thought of him.
“Miss Crichton, I need your help with the acupuncture on her back.”
‘Her condition stems from the lungs, but I need her to go through an acupuncture session to confirm it. Since she’s a woman, I’ll need Lola’s help to deal with this…’
Lola nodded. She wouldn’t refuse this request, of course.
“Administer the needles over sixteen points, in order of DU-14, DU-16, BL-13…”
Lola listened to the instructions and took Roxanne into the consultation room.
A moment later, Roxanne screamed in pain. Lola was administering a needle around point BL-13.
Eleanor wanted to barge into the room, but Mozart stopped her.
lcily, he snapped, “Pain is needed for her to heal. If you go inside and get in Lola’s way, you’ll negatively affect the treatment.”
Eleanor didn’t like Josef, but Lola, the infamous Goddess of Meteora, was inside. She couldn’t risk barging in. One, she might get in the way of the treatment, and two, that would be a blatant act of mistrust, which would offend Lola again. She shot Mozart a look of displeasure and returned to her seat.
Half an hour later, Lola came out.
“Done. It’s her lungs. It affected her aorta, so she pales and feels dizzy whenever she gets tired or holds her breath. It’s not a vessel condition, so to speak.” Lola shot Colin a look of disdain.
Right after Lola came out, Eleanor darted into the room. “How are you, Roxanne? Do you feel better? You were screaming just now, and it scared me.”
Eleanor had a sharp tongue, but she did love her sister, and she rubbed Roxanne’s cheeks.
Roxanne answered happily, “I’m fine… Never better, actually.”
She took a few deep breaths, looking relaxed.
“Dr. Larson, Miss Lola, thank you for your help,” Roxanne thanked them the moment she came out of the room.
“This is our duty,” Lola answered coolly and left the ladies.
She wanted to research the pill Mozart just gave her.
“Miss Bane, if I’m right, this condition of yours has persisted for many years, correct?”
Roxanne answered truthfully, “Yes. Ever since I had a high fever at nine, I have been living with this condition.”
“More than a decade, I see. The acupuncture has only healed a part of it, so your condition remains. You require further treatment and medication.”
Mozart wrote a prescription, paused for a moment, then took out another bottle of Reconstruction Pill.
“This is something I made. I call it Reconstruction Pill. It’s not specifically made for your condition, but it can still speed up the recovery process. Other than that, you can do some cardio, but don’t go too hard. Just do it until your forehead starts to sweat. Couple it with this prescription and you should recover fully in a month.”
Albert gave the pill and prescription to Roxanne and left with the monk.
Roxanne stared at the bottle of pills.
‘I think I’ve heard of this pill before, but where?’
“That was great, Mr. Larson. You saw through her symptoms just by looking at her, and you cured her with a single acupuncture session. Unbelievable.”
“I didn‘t know monks were good at buttering people up.”
“Oh, you jest, Mr. Larson.”
The voice of their conversation drifted further and further away.
When Roxanne snapped out of it, Mozart was already nowhere to be found. “Let’s go, Eleanor.”
The ladies left as well, leaving an angry and humiliated Colin behind. Albert was at a loss.