Chapter 297 The Final Moment

After the last needle was in place, Daniel asked Oliver, "How do you feel? Can you try standing up

and walking a few steps?"

"How would he feel? His leg's probably been numbed by your needle! Walking? Be thankful if he

hasn't been paralyzed! He could still walk with a cane before this. Now, thanks to your needling, he

probably can't even walk with a cane and will be stuck in a wheelchair," Emily sneered again.

She couldn't believe this country kid could cure Oliver's leg—wounded in battle and untreatable for

decades—with just a few needle pricks. Was this some kind of joke? When even the city's big

hospitals couldn't cure Oliver's leg, how could a country boy do it?

Ignoring the woman, Daniel turned back to Oliver, "Try standing up, see if you can take a couple of

steps?"

"Can I really stand up?" Oliver sounded incredulous; after all, he couldn't feel his feet at this

moment. But it seemed that the persistent dull pain in his leg had vanished after Daniel's treatment.

"Give it a shot! I'm confident you can stand," Daniel encouraged.

With some effort, Oliver tried to stand up from the couch— and he did! His legs no longer felt weak,

and he was free from pain. Everyone was shocked.

For decades, Oliver needed a cane to stand, yet now he was standing without one? Brittany

immediately lit up with excitement, "Grandpa, did you really just get up? Did the country boy actually

heal your leg?"

"Healed? You must be joking! Heh!" Emily sarcastically laughed. "You call this recovery? I'd say it's

his final moment!"

Final moment?

Her words infuriated Oliver. "What are you talking about, Emily? If you don't know what to say, keep

your mouth shut! Final moment? Are you suggesting I'm about to die?"

Seeing Oliver's anger, Emily quickly backtracked, "Grandpa, you've got it all wrong! I didn't mean it

like that! By 'final moment,' I didn't mean you were going to die. I meant your leg certainly isn't

healed."

She paused, her mind racing. "I got it! That country boy used a special needle! Perhaps it was

soaked in some anesthetic, and when he injected it into your leg, you lost sensation."

"I lost sensation? Then why can I still stand up?" asked Oliver.

"Not like that! Anyway, there's no way this country boy could have healed your leg. Soon enough,

it’s going to feel much worse."

At this point, Emily wished for nothing more than for Oliver's leg not to be healed—if it were, it would

just serve to prove the country boy’s competence. How could an unpresuming country kid be so

capable? It was impossible for his leg to be cured by this boy.

Daniel still didn’t respond to Emily, focusing his attention back on Oliver. "Why don’t you try walking

a couple of steps?" he suggested.