Upon reading the message, Christopher chuckled lightly when he saw that it was a notification that ten million had been credited into his account. While he was the one who had asked Dylan to wire ten million into his account the day before, he knew that there was a slim chance of that ever happening. After all, it would take a while for one to amass such a ludicrous sum of money and it wasn’t as if the villa could be placed on the market and sold within a short span of time either. It was no easy feat for Dylan to be able to wire the ten million overnight. Just as Christopher was about to switch off his phone, he received an incoming call. He stared at the unfamiliar number flashing on the screen and frowned before he dismissed the call without a second thought. He had no interest in answering strange phone calls, given how often he was harassed and annoyed by those on the other line. If the person truly wanted to talk to him, he was sure that they would call him again. Not long after, the unfamiliar number from earlier called him once more and only then did he pick up the call. As he pressed his phone to his ear, he was instantly greeted by a trembling and pleading voice on the other end. “Divine Doctor Yard, it’s Harold here. I’ve never had seizures before, but I had them last night and they lasted for around half an hour. I believe you now, Divine Doctor Yard—I really do. Please save me. I’ll give you anything you want in return!” Christopher let out a cold bark of laughter when he heard this and drawled sarcastically, “Hold your horses, Harold. I never promised to treat you. As I seem to recall, you were rather arrogant last evening when you sipped on your Darjeeling and asked me to shut up. Remember how you said I was unqualified to speak in your presence?” “I-I was wrong, Divine Doctor Yard. I shouldn’t have lashed out at you and looked down on you. I’m nothing more than a moron. Please don’t hold it against me. I’ll do anything you ask if you’re willing to save me!” Harold cried desperately on the other line and Christopher thought he heard the man slapping himself as some kind of penance. “Shut up and go beg someone else to save you. How does it feel to be spoken down like you’re nothing?” With that, Christopher hung up and called for a cab so that he could head over to Noah’s place. However, upon his arrival, he saw that Harold had unexpectedly turned up at Noah’s place as well. Having known that Christopher would be here, Harold began to snivel and sob at the sight of him, looking as though he had stumbled upon his saving grace as he cried, “Please, Divine Doctor Yard—you have to save me! I don’t want to die foaming at the mouth and with my legs stiff!” He clutched Christopher’s arm as he said this, clearly beside himself with panic and fear. Christopher, on the other hand, ignored him and shrugged him off without another word. Then, he glanced at Noah, who looked apologetic. He adjusted his glasses and sighed as he explained tiredly, “Sorry, Christopher. Harold begged me for this favor and he was willing to hand over the Icarus Root in return. I couldn’t resist it, so I told him that you would be here today.” Upon hearing that, Christopher shook his head and responded, “Don’t worry about it, Director Turner. Fear works wonders on men like Harold. I wouldn’t want to leave him unscathed, seeing as he might well forget that he had begged me. Anyway, has he delivered the Icarus Root?” “Yes, he was worried that you might think of him as insincere, so he had the Icarus Root sent to me early in the morning,” Noah affirmed with a nod. Christopher nodded, and looking as though he had just remembered something, he looked at Noah and asked, “Do you think you could get the medicinal ingredients on this list for me? They aren’t expensive, although there are some which are. If you could get them as soon as possible—wait, get over here, Harold.”When Harold heard his name being called, he thought Christopher might have finally agreed to treat him. An elated Harold rushed over to the latter and he sounded like he was eager to please as he asked, “Is there anything I can help you with, Divine Doctor Yard?” “Get all the medicinal ingredients on this list and bring them back to me. Keep in mind that I will use only the best,” Christopher instructed coldly. Harold nodded fervently when he heard this. “I’ll get right on it! I promise that I’ll bring all these ingredients back within an hour. I won’t get in the way of your treatment by dilly-dallying!” While waiting for Harold to procure the ingredients, Christopher looked over at the direction in which Noah was pointing and his eyes fell on the long, rectangular wooden box resting atop the sideboard. The box was made of the finest rosewood and there was a faintly sweet scent that lingered on it. Christopher carefully picked up the box and opened it before he saw the root-like object that nestled within. It was the color of molten gold and there were wild, delicate tendrils that branched out from it. If one paid closer attention, one could see the fine blood-red vein that ran over the surface in a faint line before blooming toward the top of the root.The yellow cloth beneath the Icarus Root was adorned with the name of the precious medicinal ingredient. Sniffing the scent that emanated from the Icarus Root, he nodded as he glanced over Noah to declare, “This is the Icarus Root, indeed!” Upon hearing those words, Noah broke into a wide smile. He knew that there was hope for Hilda as long as they had the Icarus Root at hand. Closing the rosewood box once more, Christopher brushed the tip of his nose with his curved finger as he asked hesitantly, “Director Turner, would you like me to perform acupuncture on Miss Hilda? I believe that another round of acupuncture would help her absorb the medicine better later and she would have a quicker recovery—” “Yes, of course! It’s imperative that acupuncture be carried out.” Noah interrupted him mid-sentence before addressing Mabel urgently, “Right, Mom?” Mabel nodded vehemently and added, “That’s right. We’ve been worrying incessantly about Hilda for a while now. We wouldn’t oppose acupuncture if it helps in her recovery.” Christopher merely shrugged at this before he pointed at Hilda’s room with a resigned look on his face as he asked, “Is Miss Hilda awake at the moment? If she is, would she have any objections toward acupuncture?”Noah waved his hand dismissively when he heard this and assured, “Don’t worry. We’ve talked to her about this yesterday and she’s agreed to receive any treatment if it would stop us from fretting over her.” When he heard Noah’s reassurance, Christopher shed his reluctance. He meant what he had said; it was true that another round of acupuncture would help Hilda to make a better recovery. With that in mind, he entered her bedroom once more. When he closed the door behind him, his gaze fell upon Hilda, who was fast asleep in bed and dressed in a lilac nightdress. There was nothing odd about this, but there was a particularly pleasant fragrance in the room that made his blood rush. However, he had come prepared this time. He had performed acupuncture on himself to make sure that he would not be so easily enticed by the sight of a naked woman. Repressing the inexplicable urge that seized him, Christopher began to slowly undress her before he went on to insert the needles into her acupoints.