Brittany Rockefeller was unconscious and bedridden for more than six months, during which she could
only be kept alive with IV fluids.
Even as she regained consciousness, it would take time for her to recuperate and recover.
With that in mind, Alex Rockefeller wrote a prescription to hasten her recovery process.
However, he did not possess a medical license. As such, he was not allowed to obtain the various
drugs needed from pharmacies and hospitals alike. Only Cheryl Coney could help. Hence, he dialed
her number.
Cheryl was at the hospital as they spoke and agreed to it immediately. Plus, she was also very
fascinated by Alexâs prescription.
Speeding along the streets in his M8, he arrived at the hospital in no time.
Cheryl was talking to a family member of a patient in her office. It was pleasing to see her speak in a
gentle voice and carry herself so graciously.
Dorothy Assex, on the other hand.
It had been a long time since Alex felt any warmth from her. Neglect and apathy were daily
occurrences, together with Beatrice and Claire Assexâs hatred toward him. As such, heâd rather stay at
the hospital.
Of course, he did not resent Dorothy, for he played a big part in it.
While he was deep in thought, the patientâs family left. Cheryl waved her hand in front of Alexâs face
and said, âHey! What are you thinking about?â
âAh!â Alex returned to his senses and said casually, âNothing much; you look extremely gorgeous
today; I got a little distracted.â
Cheryl was taken aback by his witty remark and proceeded to kick him in the shins. âSuch a sweet
talker! Where is the prescription? Can I see it?â
Alex steadied his emotions and handed the prescription over to Cheryl.
Cherylâs abilities were still lacking behind her grandfatherâs. That being said, she was not to be
underestimated as she possessed at least sixty percent of James Coneyâs abilities.
However, she could not fathom the prescription. âWhat is this? I see many ingredients used to aid
recovery. Although I do not think they are suitable for your mother since she just woke up. Did you
obtain this from the internet? No, I cannot approve your prescription.â
âIt will work. Look, Iâve added a few ingredients to neutralize some of the more harmful effects of the
drugs and to sustain their medicinal properties. With some acupuncture on the side, it should work
fineâ¦â said Alex convincingly.
After listening to Alexâs explanation, she gave it a thought before she decided to believe him. âAlright, I
will give my approval.â
âThank you, pretty Doctor Coney. I knew you are a good person!â
âHold on, and I am not done yet!â Cheryl rolled her eyes. âI want to observe how your mother is going to
consume it.â
âOf course, feel free.â
âOne more thing, can I ask you about the Thirteen Acupunctures of Hell?â
âGo ahead.â
Alex started demonstrating the techniques to Cheryl.
In order to achieve a better didactic effect, Alex showed Cheryl the acupuncture points on her body.
The last needle was done on an acupuncture point roughly three inches above the chest. And just as
he touched the spot with his finger, the office doors opened, with none other than Dorothy Assex
standing on the other side.
She saw Alexâs hand on Cherylâs body, who was not showing any signs of resistance.
She charged forward and swung her hand across Alexâs face.
Smack!