Truth Beneath the Pulse [Part-2]
"Senior Divine Doctor Ravenswood, is there still hope for my father's health?"
Yana's voice trembled slightly despite her effort to keep it steady. Her fingers were still clenched at her sides, nails digging faintly into her palms.
A moment ago, her heart had been burning with fury.
Now—
That anger had been pushed aside, swallowed whole by something deeper.
Fear.
Not for herself.
For him.
For the man who had once stood like a mountain before her… and now sat in a wheelchair, his fate hanging on someone else's words.
Senior Divine Doctor Ravenswood looked at her, his earlier anger slowly settling into calm seriousness.
"Yes."
The single word landed like rain on dry earth.
"I can perform some Acupuncture Therapy and prescribe a formula."
His tone was steady, assured—like someone who had already seen the path ahead.
"Just a week of recuperation and he'll be fine."
Yana's breath caught.
