My Doctor Son-in-law, Clarence - Chapter 115

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“Do you have a death wish, boy?

“Mr. Julian personally asked you to treat him, yet you refuse?” snapped Gunther.

A dozen men rushed in from outside the room at a single word. They were all genuine martial artists, each capable of defeating one hundred men by themselves.

If these people attacked at the same time, Gunther could guarantee that even if Clarence had some odd tricks up his sleeves like subduing them with a silver needle, these martial artists could take Clarence down in a heartbeat.

Clarence would not be able to take more than a few down.

“Stop,” Julian roared, shooting Gunther a cold look. “Who told you to attack Mr. Howard?

“Fools, get the f*ck out of here!

“Mr.. Howard’s my guest!”

Gunther and the rest were unwilling to comply but dared not refute under Julian’s threat. They retreated silently.

Before Clarence’s astonished eyes, Julian humbled himself and bowed to Clarence. “Mr. Howard, please cure my illness.

“If you can save me, you will be my friend from now on!”

Clarence was surprised. With Julian’s status, threatening Clarence would be the best approach, rather than being humble.

“You’re too kind, Mr. Julian.”

Clarence was not someone unable to appreciate others’ kindness. Julian was so polite that Clarence would look mean if he continued to behave proudly.

“I can treat you right now.”

“Now?”

It was Julian’s turn to be surprised. “Don’t you need to prepare anything?”

“No.”

Clarence shook his head and asked Julian to lie down on the couch.

Julian did not ask why, simply laying down obediently and putting his hands and feet in place.

Clarence pulled back Julian’s clothes. “It may hurt a little, but bear with it.”

Clarence had already figured out that Julian’s governing and conception vessels were congested, and that there were multiple vital energy-blocking meridian knots in his body. It must have been the method of practice that had been wrong.

He only needed to unblock the governing and conception vessels, as well as untie the knotted meridians.

Julian’s illness was not an illness at all.

Normal doctors would not be able to cure Julian, but this was nothing for Clarence, who had X-ray vision.

Clarence took out his silver needles and inserted them immediately!

Pfff!

A silver needle landed onto Julian and sank into his muscle.

“Hiss! Ahh!” Julian gasped. It hurt so f*cking bad that even his facial muscles contorted.

“Mr. Julian! What did you do to Mr. Julian, boy?” Gunther was about to rush over again.

“You oaf.” Clarence rolled his eyes.

Julian roared, “Stand down.”

Gunther retreated with hatred, staring at Clarence with red eyes. He would tear Clarence apart as soon as anything happened to Julian.

Clarence inserted nine needles in one go. They landed where Julian’s meridians had been knotted, and unknotted them one by one.

Julian trembled when the final needle landed. His body shook violently, as if he was experiencing an epileptic fit.

“Mr. Julian!”

Horrified, Gunther wanted to pounce on Clarence.

However, Clarence simply sat back on the couch calmly. Julian yelled, “I told you to stop. Who told you to touch Mr. Howard?”

“Mr. Julian, what’s come over you?” Gunther dared not move.

Julian was still shaking violently. His face was filled with agony, but his heart was filled with ecstasy.

He was in such pain because the internal energy in his body was frantically striking the meridians and breaking through the congested meridians in his body one by one.

How could it not be painful, if the meridians being broken through felt like his body was being torn apart?

However, the pain made Julian ecstatic.

Five minutes passed. Julian was drenched in a cold sweat. He sat on the couch as if exhausted, bursting into tears of joy.

“Hahaha! Oh my God. I, Julian Wright, have practiced martial arts all my life.

“Since my meridians got congested five years ago, I lost my internal energy. Today, my meridians have been restored!” Julian looked up to the sky and laughed, tears gushing from his eyes.

“Mr. Howard, please accept my gratitude!

“From this day on, you are my brother!”

Julian got down on one knee and gave a martial artist’s salute to Clarence.

Clarence stepped forward and helped Julian up. “Mr. Julian, you’re joking.”

“You’re calling me Mr. Julian?”

Clarence nodded. “Brother Wright.”

Julian looked pleased and took Clarence by the arm. He was very affectionate.

Clarence could tell that Julian was not faking. He really was happy.

“Brother Howard, today we’ll make merry till we’re drunk.

“Gunther, go get my Lafite.” Julian’s voice sounded several times louder since his internal energy had been restored.

Clarence smiled casually. “Brother Wright, I think your meridians were congested not because there was something wrong with your training but because of the methods.”

“Is there a problem with the methods?” Julian froze.

Clarence nodded gently. “If possible, can I see your training methods, Brother Wright?”

“Well…”

Julian hesitated slightly.

If an outsider had said that instead of Clarence, he would have killed the outsider on the spot.

In the martial arts world, coveting others’ training methods was the most serious taboo.

Clarence’s tone changed when he saw that Julian was in a dilemma. “If not, I can just look at the meridian diagram of the vital energy movement.”

Julian smiled and shook his head. “It’s nothing. You’ve just saved me, Brother Howard. How could you have an ulterior motive for the Wright Mental Cultivation Method?

“Brother Howard, look!”

Julian pulled a brown paper book out of his undergarment.

It was yellow and wrinkled. It looked like a secret martial arts book from a martial arts novel.

Clarence took it, flipped through a few pages, and discovered that there was some mental cultivation formula.

There were a dozen meridian diagrams of the vital energy movement in the back.

Clarence looked through them and pointed to some of them. “I know what the problem is now.”

“What’s the problem?” Julian was surprised.

Clarence pointed to the meridian diagram. “There are clearly some problems with the vital energy movement, which goes against human meridians.

“Cultivating vital energy may not feel like much at first.

“However, it all adds up to problems sooner or later. If I’m not wrong, some of the other members of the Wright family are paralyzed or have been made paraplegic from practicing this, right? You’re lucky to have just lost your internal energy.”

Julian looked at Clarence in shock. “The Wright Mental Cultivation Method has been passed down in the Wright family for hundreds of years.

“The Wright family was a martial arts family a hundred years ago. Later, one after another, they began to have problems practicing this method, which had left them paralyzed or unable to continue practicing martial arts for life.

“I’m the only one in my generation who is still interested in the Wright Mental Cultivation Method. I have been practicing martial arts for more than twenty years. Relying on the Wright family’s connections, I became the vice president of the Martial Arts Association Mediterranean City branch.

“To be honest, I’m no longer worthy of such a title after losing my powers five years ago.

“A lot of my old brothers are gone. Only Gunther is still with me.” There was a gleam of desolation in Julian’s eyes as he said that.

When Julian was at his prime, he had countless entourages and dozens of luxury cars flanking him whenever he went out.

There were no more people left. Only Gunther had remained loyal.

Unfortunately, Clarence had crippled Gunther’s pubic region a few days ago, so Gunther had now been reduced to an ordinary person.

Clarence had not expected Gunther to be so loyal. He looked up at Gunther. “Go to Thirteen Hall tomorrow, and I’ll help you recover your pubic region.”

“Really?” Gunther was excited.