“Can you heal me?” Elijah Wilson asked Robin as if he did not hear the doctor’s words. He had been paralyzed for too long. For years in his memory, he was confined to a wheelchair. As the crown prince of the Wilson family, he was banished to the small North Coast due to his disability and lived a half-dead life. He was too eager to stand up. It was not that he did not understand the doctor’s words, but the people who knew his private phone number were no more than ten. They were either his relatives or people he thought he could befriend. Without exception, they were all extraordinary people. This person must be one of their recommendations. Of course, Robin did not say, so he did not ask either. Otherwise, he would have introduced himself at the beginning.
He guessed right. This phone number was given to him by Dylan Harding. Dylan Harding told Robin that there was still someone in North Coast who might know the whereabouts of the Harding family. That was Elijah Wilson, the crown prince of the noble Wilson family who was banished to North Coast due to his disability. He was the uncrowned king of North Coast.
“Three silver needles will do,” Robin said with his hands behind his back.
“Three silver needles? You’re not trying to poison me, are you? Three needles inserted can restrain us and then blackmail us. I’m tired of such petty tricks. Young master, I ask that this brat be kicked out for talking nonsense and asking for three silver needles. If it were so simple to heal you, what would we doctors do?” the old doctor said disdainfully with his head held high.
He was a renowned international doctor. In North Coast, he was a first-class existence. He greatly despised such amateur healers who claimed to be able to heal Elijah Wilson with just three silver needles at first sight. He thought Robin was here to scam money.
Just as he thought Elijah Wilson would expel Robin, Elijah Wilson suddenly said, “Bring three silver needles.”
“Young master,” the old doctor was stunned.
“I told you to bring three silver needles!” Elijah Wilson looked at the old doctor with cold, murderous eyes.
The old doctor shuddered. This was the look when the young master wanted to kill someone. He immediately left without staying another second. Shortly after, he brought back three silver needles and handed them to Robin. But he thought to himself, “This guy actually dares to deceive the young master. Let’s see what I’ll do to him if he can’t heal the young master.”
He was holding a grudge, waiting for this guy to fail so that he could ask the young master to kill him.
“What else do you need?” Elijah Wilson asked Robin.
“Nothing else. Take the blanket off your legs and roll up your pants,” Robin gestured.
Elijah Wilson had a blanket on his legs to keep them warm since they could not move and were cold all year round.
“Alright,” Elijah Wilson removed the blanket and rolled up his pants.
“Watch him, I suspect he has sinister intentions toward the young master,” the doctor whispered to Abner Wilson while touching his arm.
He did not like Robin. Coming out and claiming he could heal Elijah Wilson’s legs, if it could really be healed, then what had he, who had treated Elijah Wilson for so many years, been doing? Was he an idiot?
So he thought this guy came to scam money.
“I know,” Abner Wilson murmured.
He stood not far from Elijah Wilson. If the brat tried anything funny, he could control him in a second. He was sent by the main family to protect the crown prince.
By now, Robin had taken out the long needles and started inserting them one by one into Elijah Wilson’s legs, pressing down at certain points.
“Pretending to be mysterious. If you can really heal him, I’ll take your surname,” the doctor secretly said.
He did not dare to say this aloud. He had been with the young master for many years and naturally knew how obsessed the young master was with restoring his legs. They had tried every method these years but he still would not give up. He felt this brat would hurt the young master again.
Then the young master would be furious and make this brat suffer a fate worse than death.
“Deal,” Robin said as he pressed down on Elijah Wilson’s leg.
“Hiss!” Suddenly, Elijah Wilson’s expression turned painful.
“Go quickly!” the doctor shouted.
The bodyguard Abner Wilson also moved but before he could take a step, Elijah Wilson, who had opened his eyes suddenly, shouted, “Stop!”
“Young… young master,” Abner Wilson was one step away from grabbing Robin but was stopped by Elijah Wilson’s shout.
“Get lost!” Elijah Wilson immediately waved his hands to get them to go away. His expression was painful but it was a pain that made him insanely happy because he felt pain in his legs. He had not felt anything in his legs for so many years, not even a tingle until a minute ago.
Now there was finally pain. This proved there was hope to heal him.
“Retreat,” the doctor understood what was going on and quickly made Abner Wilson retreat, though he still said, “Young master, he just used acupuncture to stimulate your bone marrow and cause you pain. This will only worsen your injury. Young master, you can still stop now.”
With his many years of medical experience, he naturally saw through it. The pain was from the piercing of the acupuncture.
However, at this moment, Robin patted Elijah Wilson’s calf, “Move your toes.”
Elijah Wilson moved his toes in response. His toes really moved.
“This is preposter…” the doctor had been arguing strongly but upon seeing Elijah Wilson’s toes move, he was stunned into silence, unable to find any justification to argue.
How could this be? How could he move? The femur was necrotic. How could it move?
This injury should have been amputated long ago but it was retained due to Elijah Wilson’s status. Everyone in the family, including him who was by Elijah Wilson’s side, had given up.
Yet how could it move now?
“The needles need to stay inserted for four more hours. After four hours, you’ll be able to move. I’ll come back after four hours. Now take me to rest for a while,” Robin clapped his hands and said as he stood up.
“Thank you for your effort,” Elijah Wilson said ecstatically with a nod, “Abner Wilson, immediately arrange for this master to rest in the company’s best lounge. Do not neglect him at all.”
“Yes,” Abner Wilson came over and stretched out his hand, “This way, please.”
Robin followed him out.
In the end, only the doctor was left, still dumbfounded. He had wanted to say something but was cut off by Elijah Wilson’s shout, “What, you still want to say he’s a fraud? If I can stand up after four hours, you will personally kowtow and apologize to him.”
“Yes,” the doctor had no choice but to obey the order.
But he knew he might really have to kowtow and thank Robin. Still, he could not figure out how the leg moved.