Invisible Security Guard-Chapter 57 Jerome Hart Practices Qigong

57: Chapter 57: Jerome Hart Practices Qigong

57 -57: Jerome Hart Practices Qigong

Not understanding what Jerome Hart did for a living, nor being able to figure out the exact nature of his relationship with Ruth Wilcox, the two had made their way in silence to a place for a late-night snack, and it was already one o’clock in the morning.

Just as Yusuf Zuck and Jerome Hart were waiting for their late-night snack to arrive, Yusuf’s phone suddenly rang.

He thought it was Ruth, but upon checking the incoming call, he was surprised to see it was Clara Zuck!

Yusuf frowned, What could Clara Zuck want, calling him at one in the morning?

Was John Acme sick again, or was it Clara seeking him out privately?

Curiously, he answered the call.

“Is this Dr.

Zuck?

It’s Clara Zuck.

Please help!

Our Mr.

Acme is having an attack again, and this time nothing’s working.

It’s not working!” As soon as the call connected, Clara’s voice came through, sounding extremely frantic and urgent!

“What?

It’s not working?” Yusuf was equally shocked.

Hadn’t the test in the afternoon worked twice?

Why had it stopped working in the middle of the night?

“The acupoint, no matter how we press it, doesn’t respond.

Mr.

Acme ate a lot tonight, and now he’s vomiting blood…” Clara said urgently, “I beg you, Dr.

Zuck, please come quickly and save our Mr.

Acme!”

“Okay, okay, don’t panic.

Where do you live?

How do I find you?” Yusuf was getting anxious.

He had just received a three-million-dollar payment from them, and now not only was Mr.

Acme not better, his condition had worsened to the point of vomiting blood.

Yusuf felt a chill running down his spine.

He hadn’t accidentally made John Acme’s condition worse, had he?

Clara replied, “We are in Pudong New Area, at the Dongjiao Peninsula Villas.

You can find us by taxi.

Call me when you get here so I can come out to meet you!”

“Alright, I’m on my way.” Yusuf said and hung up the phone.

He then saw Jerome watching him.

“You stay here and eat.

Afterward, just take a taxi to the Marriott to find Ms.

Wilcox.

I’ve got to step out for a bit!” Yusuf said as he stood up to leave.

At that moment, the shrimp dumplings they had ordered arrived.

“Don’t rush, don’t rush.

Waitress, package this up, we’ll eat on the road!” Jerome immediately stood up and signaled the waitress to pack the food.

“Are you following me?” Yusuf asked, puzzled.

“Didn’t someone just call you a doctor over the phone?

Aren’t you a doctor?

That’s perfect then, we’re in the same field!” Jerome said with a smile.

“You’re a physician?” Yusuf was clearly surprised.

Jerome Hart as a doctor?

He certainly hadn’t seen that coming.

Jerome nodded with a smile, “I know a bit of both Chinese and Western medicine.”

“Great, I’m a fake running into a true hero,” Yusuf said with a blend of laughter and distress.

The waitress quickly finished packing their food, and after paying, the two ran outside and hailed a taxi.

Yusuf gave the driver the address and told the taxi to lead the way.

Yusuf knew how awful it felt to vomit, let alone with John Acme vomiting blood.

He could only hope that Mr.

Acme would hold on a bit longer and not die from blood loss.

“So, you’re a doctor?

You can treat patients?

And even drive and work as a bodyguard?

Impressive,” Jerome said while munching on shrimp dumplings in the car, obviously curious.

“I am not a doctor,” Yusuf shook his head.

“But aren’t you going to treat a patient?” Jerome was thoroughly confused.

They had addressed Yusuf as doctor on the phone, and he seemed in a hurry to treat someone, yet how come he denied being a doctor?

“It’s a long story.

Right now, let me ask you something to test your combined knowledge of Chinese and Western medicine,” said Yusuf, who was clueless about medical terminology.

But since Jerome turned out to be a doctor, he thought it best to ask him first.

“Go ahead,” Jerome nodded.

“There’s a patient, around fifty years old, who suddenly started exhibiting symptoms of vomiting three months ago.

Nothing has cured it, and after failing to find a solution in China, he even went abroad for treatment, but still no cure.

They couldn’t even determine the cause.

Moreover, his illness reoccurs like clockwork every eighty minutes.

What could be the diagnosis?”

After thinking it over, Jerome said, “If neither domestic nor international doctors have found the cause, it’s likely due to blood energy stagnation.

In terms of Chinese medicine, it’s called a blockage in the meridians.

Of course, there could be other reasons—I haven’t seen the patient myself, and one must avoid guessing when diagnosing illnesses.

It can be deadly!”

“Blood energy stagnation?

Yes, that’s it!” Yusuf slapped the steering wheel upon hearing Jerome’s analysis.

The guy might actually be onto something.

Did he possess real expertise?

“Incidentally, what were you doing in the United States?” Yusuf suddenly asked.

“Ms.

Wilcox’s grandfather was sick, so I went to check on him,” Jerome replied casually.

“Right,” Yusuf took a deep breath.

If Jerome had gone abroad to visit a corporate chairman for a medical consultation, that meant he had more than a trick or two up his sleeve.

He must have outstanding medical skills.

“You have to come in with me later and take a look at the patient!” Yusuf refrained from mentioning his treatment process earlier in the day because it would be too easy to be exposed in front of a real doctor.

“Of course, relieving others’ suffering is the duty of a physician!” Jerome agreed readily.

“Thanks,” Yusuf nodded at Jerome.

“Have some,” Jerome offered the shrimp dumplings to Yusuf.

Soon, they arrived at the Dongjiao Peninsula Villas.

Yusuf immediately called Clara to come out and meet them, as they wouldn’t be able to enter without her.

Clara was quick, likely having waited for Yusuf’s call.

In just a few minutes, she drove out to greet them and after a brief check-in with the security guard, both cars swiftly drove to one of the villas.

Mr.

Acme was very wealthy, as evident from the three-million-dollar consultation fee he had given Yusuf, indicating he was a man of substantial means.

His three-story villa boasted a yard with a swimming pool, occupying a large grounds.

The three of them got out of the car, and before they even entered the villa, they could hear John Acme’s retching from inside, tearing through the silence of the late night.

Yusuf Zuck strode in and immediately saw John Acme sitting on the living room sofa.

His face was ashen, the color of death itself.

“Don’t speak, give me your hand.” Yusuf Zuck saw John Acme trying to greet him despite holding back the urge to vomit and quickly waved his hand, signaling for John Acme to extend his hand.

Of course, by this time, Yusuf’s telekinesis had already penetrated John Acme’s body, allowing him to see everything inside.

The location had shifted, the previously obstructed acupoint that had been blocked by stagnant Blood Energy had moved downward by more than six centimeters.

Meanwhile, Clara Zuck said with tears in her eyes, “The acupoint we previously massaged no longer responds, Dr.

Zuck, what on earth is going on?”

“Don’t worry, Dr.

Hart, take a look,” Yusuf Zuck waved his hand, signaling for Clara to stop talking.

Jerome Hart nodded, reached out a finger, and placed it on John Acme’s pulse.

Both John Acme and Clara Zuck were confused, not knowing who the doctor that Yusuf Zuck had brought with him was.

But at that moment, neither of them asked any questions.

After feeling the pulse for only a few seconds, Jerome Hart withdrew his hand, took a deep breath, and said, “Blood Energy obstruction, your body’s Blood Energy is sluggish, and the site of the illness should be at an acupoint in the stomach.

This illness is difficult to treat!”

“What?

Difficult to treat?” Not only were John Acme and Clara Zuck startled, but even Yusuf Zuck jumped at the revelation!

“Hmm,” Jerome Hart pondered, “I won’t mention the medical term since it won’t make sense to you, but you must have heard of Blood Energy, and your illness is caused by that.

In terms of Chinese Medicine, it pertains to the meridians.”

“This illness might seem minor, and it can be cured with a single needle if the source is accurately identified.

But the challenge lies in locating that source, which even my grandfather might not find, because the source moves – the Blood Energy moves and the source circles around an area near your stomach.”

“Can we at least stop Mr.

Acme from vomiting for now?” Clara Zuck looked at Yusuf Zuck and Jerome Hart for help when she saw John Acme still retching and shivering.

“I can’t find the source of the illness, the origin of the outbreak.

What about you, Yusuf?” Jerome Hart looked at Yusuf Zuck, recalling that Clara had mentioned Yusuf finding the right acupoint and controlling Mr.

Acme’s condition.

But how could that source acupoint possibly be located?

“Mr.

Acme, turn around, I’ll stop the vomiting right away!” Yusuf Zuck didn’t respond to Jerome Hart but gestured for John Acme to turn his back toward him.

Yusuf slightly squinted his eyes, pressed a few spots on John Acme’s back, and then suddenly located an acupoint and pressed down.

“Hoo~” John Acme straightened up at once and also took a deep breath.

“I feel much better.” John Acme finally spoke; he hadn’t dared to speak before because opening his mouth made him want to vomit, but after Yusuf pressed down, his urge to vomit clearly diminished.

Yusuf continued to press.

By now, Jerome Hart was so astounded he couldn’t speak, unable to believe that Yusuf had quickly and accurately found the acupoint that was causing John Acme to vomit.

It was simply miraculous; not even his grandfather might have been able to find it!

After massaging for roughly a minute and a half, John Acme no longer felt the urge to vomit, and he lay back on the sofa, relaxed as though he had just smoked a satisfying cigarette.

“Dr.

Hart, is this acupoint the source of the illness?” Yusuf Zuck looked at Jerome Hart.

“This is the source, you finding it is incredible; give me your car keys, I need to get something from the car!” Jerome Hart got up and said.

“Hmm.” Yusuf threw him the car keys and continued to focus his telekinesis on monitoring the situation inside John Acme’s body.

Jerome Hart returned quickly, holding a cloth bag in his hand.

Yusuf and the others watched him curiously.

He opened the bag to reveal dozens of silver needles.

“As I said before, the illness isn’t a big deal; curing it only takes one needle, as long as we can find the trigger point.” Jerome Hart smiled at John Acme, “Mr.

Acme, please turn around.”

“Thank you, thank you, you can stick as many needles as it takes, it’s fine, go ahead with a few more!” John Acme knew that whether it was Dr.

Zuck or Dr.

Hart, none would wrong him, and given his current condition, he didn’t care about anything else.

Jerome Hart pressed the acupoint previously pressed by Yusuf, then took out the longest silver needle and said, “After I insert the needle, you might pass gas, and you will feel air moving in your stomach, which will cause diarrhea.

However, these are all normal reactions.

Once you’re done, you’ll be better.”

“Yeah, yeah, no problem,” John Acme nodded repeatedly.

Jerome Hart gently inserted the silver needle into the acupoint as Yusuf intently watched him, even extending his telekinesis into Jerome’s body!

“Hoo~” Yusuf saw a stream of energy pass from Jerome’s fingers into the silver needle, and then into the site of Blood Energy obstruction in John Acme!

With a “pfft” sound, a gurgling noise came from John Acme’s stomach, followed by a fart, incredibly foul-smelling.

“Silver Needle, channeling energy, acupoints!” At this moment, Yusuf’s eyes flashed brilliantly, as Jerome Hart had managed to channel a flow of energy.

Not only was he skilled in Chinese Medicine, but he was also adept at Qigong.