Triumph Above All novel

Chapter 302

Dr. Carlson was also alarmed when he saw Blanc covered in blood. Harvey sighed with a look of

despair, hoping to avoid explaining the situation.

Veronica, unable to control her rage, glared at Delilah and complained, “All of this is her fault. She

brought a con with her who said he could treat any cancer, even in its advanced stages. We fell for her

lies because we were too eager to save Mr. Whitlock. Little did we know that the so-called miracle

healer was crazy! He poked the poor old man and caused him to bleed everywhere. We were all

shocked at what happened. That con man said that we needed to release the blood that’s been

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congested internally in his system. Does he think we are fools? He must be an assassin hired by

Delilah; Mr. Whitlock must have known she stole his money and she plans to silence him so that she

doesn’t have to pay up.”

Delilah’s face turned pale as she felt helpless in the face of the accusations and the stress of worrying

about her grandfather’s health.

“Did you say treating end-stage cancers with needles? This is hilarious! Even Mr. Russo would not dare

to make such wild claims,” Dr. Carlson said in bewilderment.

Daiz nodded his head in agreement before taking a read of Blanc’s pulse. However, his face scrunched

up, sharp lines of confusion digging into his brow.

“Can you save my father, Mr. Russo?” Harvey probed.

The old man’s face flushed red as he asked agitatedly, “Did you say a man did acupuncture for Mr.

Whitlock? How many needles did he use? Do you remember where he inserted the needles?”

Everyone looked at him, perplexed. They did not even bother looking at the acupuncture spots when

Skylar administered the treatment. Just then, Delilah’s cousin raised his hand and said, “I took a video

of the whole process in case we need evidence of his criminal act. Do you want to have a look?”

Daiz rushed up to the young man and said, “Yes! Please hurry and show it to me!”

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The old man looked up from the phone screen in a daze a minute later. As he spoke, his lips trembled.

“Twenty-four needles, no more, no less. It’s the lost art from the North, the 24 Needles Technique.”

Harvey asked in confusion, “Twenty-four needles?” The Whitlocks had assumed Skylar was a hoax;

they did not expect him to be familiar with such advanced needle techniques.

“Where’s the young lad? Where is he?” Daiz asked impatiently. He felt it was pointless to explain the

matter to the Whitlock family.

Harvey shook his head and replied unwillingly, “He left.”

Dr. Carlson, concerned about Blanc’s condition, reminded Daiz of the reason for his visit. “Are you able

to tell what’s wrong with Mr. Whitlock? What’s the best treatment approach?”

Everyone held their breath in anticipation. Finally, Daiz stroked his beard and sighed. “I’d be half as

confident in treating Mr. Whitlock if the young lad hadn’t appeared. However, I’ve less than 10 percent

confidence right now!”