Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle

Chapter 3300 He Brought This On Himself

"Alright." Luke nodded.

After Luca left, Aunt Neile asked, "Mr. Crawford, will Mr. Gale and Mr. Norton be staying for dinner tonight?"

Luke pondered for a moment and replied, "Prepare meals for both of them too."

"Yes, sir. I'll head to the supermarket, then," said Aunt Neile. She grabbed a basket from the kitchen and quickly left.

Luke went upstairs.

He had planned to head straight to the bedroom to get some work done, but when he noticed the study door was open, he walked in instead.

Luca was sitting at the lab bench, disinfecting her tools.

When she heard footsteps, she looked up and glanced at him.

It was not the first time Luke had seen her set of tools, but each time, he found them fascinating. He walked closer. "Let me take a look."

"Are you interested in these dry needling needles?" asked Luca.

"Yes." Luke nodded.

These dry needling needles were not available on the market. If they were lost, they would have to be custom-made. However, without precise patterns and dimensions, it would be difficult to replicate them effectively.

"This set was custom-made based on ancient texts," explained Luca. "Since the depths and positions of the dry needling points I work with vary, these needles are much more functional than standard ones. They're made from a special metal, so they're reusable, unlike typical disposable needles."

Luke asked with curiosity, "What kind of metal is it?"

"I'm not sure," replied Luca. "Each needle has a unique weight, but Shanks never mentioned what metal they're made from. I haven't had them analyzed either. Any testing might damage their weight balance, which could affect the treatment."

Luke frowned, recalling the older version of the Island of Despair he had encountered before.

Many of their medical technologies were more advanced than those available today. However, this rebuilt organization seemed even more cutting-edge.

Perhaps, it was Shanks who was just that extraordinary.

"What are you thinking about?" questioned Luca as she soaked the needles in alcohol.

"I'm thinking about Shanks," replied Luke. "From what you've said, he seems pretty remarkable."

"Yes, he is," Luca agreed. She remembered when she first encountered this kind of medical treatment, she could not believe any of it was real.

The dry needling technique Shanks taught her was astonishing. It did not match any of the dry needling charts she had studied in medical texts.

Still, Shanks' teachings were undeniably effective and incredibly useful.

She remembered an incident where one of the Island of Despair's assassins was ambushed during a mission near the Russian coast. He was quickly brought back to the island. At that time, the assassin's arm was wrapped in bandages, but the bleeding would not stop.

The bandages were soaked in blood, and the moment they were removed, blood gushed out. She could still remember Shanks' calm demeanor as he swiftly inserted a few needles into the man's arm. The bleeding stopped at once, as though it was magic.

Luca recalled that the techniques he used were part of what he had taught her.

That experience motivated her to study even harder, knowing that Shanks' skills were not just exaggerated stories.

She needed that knowledge to save herself and to escape with her children.

Once she finished disinfecting the needles, the doorbell rang.

Luke went to answer the door.

A moment later, Gordan and Gale came upstairs.

"Boss, Dr. Craw," greeted Gordan and Gale.

"Make yourselves comfortable," replied Luke.

Gale added, "Boss, I'm here because I need to discuss something with you."

"Let's talk in the study," replied Luke, referring to his usual workspace.This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

After he and Gale left, the only ones who remained were Luca and Gordan.

Luca gestured to the chair beside her. "Mr. Norton, have a seat. I'll examine you."

"Dr. Craw, just call me Gordan," Gordan said with a smile and sat down.

"I need to examine you before deciding on the dry needling treatment. It might hurt a little.

Internal injuries don't heal as quickly as surface wounds," explained Luca.

"That's fine. No problem at all," replied Gordan as he rolled up his sleeve.

Luca pulled up a chair next to him and started her examination.

At first, Gordan's expression was relaxed, but as she pressed on certain areas, he felt a sharp pain. He had to admit, Luca was really skilled.

When the doctors examined him after his discharge, pressing those areas did not hurt nearly as much. Yet, here was Luca, not even pressing hard and the pain was undeniable.

Sweat began to bead on Gordan's forehead, and Luca's expression grew serious. "Your recovery isn't going well."

Gordan replied helplessly, "Dr. Craw, recovery takes time, doesn't it?"

"This is mostly because you didn't pay enough attention to your habits while you were in the hospital. If you had, and with the help of my herbal treatments, you wouldn't be recovering this slowly," Luca replied with a hint of frustration in her tone.

After checking the last spot, she added, "Alright, you can roll your sleeve down."

"Dr. Craw..." Gordan hesitated for a moment, unsure what to say next.

Should he admit she was too sharp to fool or confess that his bad habits were just too ingrained?

Nothing seemed like the right thing to say.

Luca said, "If you want to speed up your recovery, you'll need both dry needling and herbal compresses. I didn't realize your condition had deteriorated this much. Forget it..."

She let out a sigh. "Well, it's too late to prepare the herbal compresses now, and we don't have enough ingredients anyway, so we'll start with dry needling. But for the next few weeks, you'll need to come by four or five times.

"You'll need dry needling and herbal compresses every two days."

Gordan grinned. "Dr. Craw, does this include meals?"

"Yes. You and Mr. Gale should stay for dinner tonight," replied Luca.

"Great! As long as meals are included, I'll come as many times as needed," said Gordan, clearly pleased. He was not much of a cook, and he had grown tired of eating out.

The homemade meals here really suited his taste.

"Mr. Norton, even if you find me naggy, I have to say it. Please take better care of yourself." Luca felt helpless. If Gordan were not Luke's friend, she would not be so invested in his recovery.

She had asked Aunt Neile to prepare meals and soups, yet Gordan still neglected his health, leading to such a slow recovery.

"Got it, I promise," Gordan replied quickly. "So, are we doing the dry needling now?" "This dry needling treatment is a bit special. We'll have to do it outside. The needles need to warm up to match the body's temperature to be most effective," explained Luca. She pondered for a moment and added, "By the way, your body will have a reaction once the needles are in place. The worse your recovery, the stronger the reaction."

Gordan shuddered at the thought and asked cautiously, "Is it going to hurt like the check-up just now?"

"It might hurt a bit more than the check-up, but with each session, the pain will lessen." Luca could tell he was afraid of the pain, and deep down, she let out a chuckle. She thought, ' He brought this on himself.'