The old method worked

"Whoa there, doc. What did you just say?" Ansel asked, his voice as cold as a frozen lake. He locked eyes with the doc, his gaze daring the guy to repeat himself.

"I didn’t stutter. You heard me the first time," Dr Quin growled, his words sharp. "If anything happens to grandfather Kian, it’s on you. You better pull out all the strings you have to save him, or else there’ll be hell to pay. Got it?"

Dr Quin responded harshly and Chris, who had already harbored a dislike for Ansel, seized the opportunity to jump in, taking advantage of the rising tension between Ansel and Doctor Quinn.

The sight of the acupuncture needles only added fuel to the fire, their presence unsettling to Chris, who viewed them with distrust and skepticism.

"What have you done to my grandfather? Treat him! If he dies then I will lock you up in jail." Chris threatened through gritted teeth.

Thora tried holding his hands to stop him from acting rashly but he pushed her away gently and instead gave Ansel a challeng