Invisible Security Guard-Chapter 58 Gun to the Head

58: Chapter 58: Gun to the Head

58 -58: Gun to the Head

John Acme’s villa bathroom was abuzz with the sound of vomiting, while Clara Zuck stood at the bathroom door, retching incessantly.

Yusuf Zuck and Jerome Hart had long since run out to the villa’s garden because it was too smelly inside.

After John Acme let out a long fart, the entire house became unbearable.

Then, John Acme felt the urge to defecate, and once he got to the bathroom, it was a splashy affair.

The house was filled with a foul smell, making it impossible to stay inside; despite wanting to go outside for some fresh air, Clara Zuck, as the little wife, had to ingratiate herself with John Acme, so she had to endure it.

“You know Qigong?” Yusuf Zuck sat in the courtyard garden, taking out a cigarette and offering it to Jerome Hart.

“I don’t smoke,” Jerome Hart waved his hand, “I know a little, it’s a family thing.

But I’m very curious about how you found that acupoint.

Don’t tell me you guessed blindly—I won’t believe that!”

“You really want to know?” Yusuf Zuck started to smile; he knew Jerome Hart would ask.

“You don’t have to say,” Jerome Hart shrugged, “I’m just curious, if it’s troublesome, then forget it!”

“It’s not exactly troublesome.

I’ll tell you how I found it if you’ll teach me Silver Needle Therapy, okay?” Yusuf Zuck’s mind was lively now; he wasn’t yet a real doctor, but he had saved two people and earned millions.

If he actually learned some medical skills, then in the future, even if he ran out of money, he could still keep the family fed by treating people, right?

“Have you studied Chinese medicine?” Jerome Hart still wasn’t sure if Yusuf Zuck understood medicine.

If he did, how could he possibly be a driver and bodyguard for someone else?

Plus, Yusuf Zuck had mentioned encountering a fake ghost posing as a true ogre before, which clearly meant he was admitting he was a fake doctor.

But if he were truly a fake, how could he possibly have found that blocked qi and blood acupoint?

This question puzzled Jerome Hart.

He couldn’t find the acupoint, and his grandfather might not be able to find it either, but Yusuf Zuck found it easily.

Such medical skill was probably only possessed by great masters, right?

“To tell the truth, I really don’t understand medicine,” Yusuf Zuck chuckled with a bitter smile; he didn’t know a damn thing about medicine.

“So how did you do it?” Jerome Hart was half-doubtful, feeling that Yusuf Zuck wasn’t telling the whole truth.

“Then teach me acupuncture,” Yusuf Zuck chuckled.

Jerome Hart was startled, the conversation had circled back.

With a wry smile, he said, “The medical knowledge of my family is not taught to outsiders, but if you really want to learn acupuncture, it’s quite easy.

Actually, acupuncture isn’t difficult.

Many graduates from medical colleges or universities learn some basic techniques after graduation.

If you’re interested in acupuncture, I can recommend some books on the subject for you to study on your own.”

“Oh, then never mind,” Yusuf Zuck shrugged; he was interested in learning Qigong acupuncture, but clearly, Jerome Hart wasn’t going to teach him.

However, Jerome Hart’s suggestion wasn’t bad.

When he had time, he’d buy some medical books to read.

Jerome Hart remained noncommittal, not asking Yusuf Zuck how he recognized the acupoint.

Nevertheless, through this incident, he realized that Ruth Wilcox’s driver and bodyguard was quite unique and definitely possessed special skills, he just couldn’t guess what they were.

The two changed topics and talked about other things while Yusuf Zuck also discovered that the refined Jerome Hart was actually quite a humorous person, although he seemed too serene, completely a different type from Yusuf.

“Doctor Zhang, Doctor Liu, my apologies, my apologies!” While the two were chatting about everything under the sun, John Acme was led out by Clara Zuck, looking very weak.

“Now that you’ve relieved yourself, go upstairs and rest.

Don’t eat meat or greasy foods for the next seven days, stick to a vegetarian diet, you can have some eggs, but no meat.

Rest up for a week, and you should be about right!” Jerome Hart stopped at that, saying no more; he knew when to draw the line.

After all, he was accompanying Yusuf Zuck, and he had no idea what relation Yusuf had with this family.

At that moment, Yusuf Zuck nodded, “Doctor Liu is right, focus on recuperating these next few days.”

“So…

I’m really okay now?

I won’t vomit again in a bit?” John Acme was half-convinced, truly worn out by the ordeal. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

“You shouldn’t anymore…” Yusuf Zuck hesitated, unsure himself, and could only glance at Jerome Hart.

And Jerome Hart immediately nodded, “Definitely won’t throw up again.”

Upon hearing Jerome Hart’s words, Clara Zuck urgently said, “Dr.

Zuck, look… could you maybe wait here a little longer?

The next onset of symptoms is almost due anyway.”

“Okay, I’ll wait a bit longer.

It’s nearly dawn and I’m not in a hurry to leave.” Yusuf Zuck nodded agreeably.

After all, John Acme had given him three million, and it would be irresponsible, almost uncaring, to rush off.

Of course, he also looked at Jerome Hart apologetically, “You just got off the plane, if you’re tired, you can find a room to rest in Mr.

Acme’s house.”

Jerome Hart shook his head, “No need.

I had just woken up when I got off the plane, and I’m still not over the jet lag, so I’m not sleepy.”

The group didn’t return inside, all sitting in the garden, chatting while waiting for the time to pass.

Soon, the time arrived.

Clara Zuck reminded everyone that there was about one minute left.

John Acme visibly tensed up as if through a conditioned reflex, his face troubled.

Yusuf Zuck was uncertain and felt a bit nervous, whereas Jerome Hart appeared calm and confident.

Quickly, one minute passed without John Acme feeling nauseous, two minutes passed and still no nausea.

He had prepared a spittoon but now, astonishingly, he really did not feel like vomiting.

After five minutes, Clara Zuck and John Acme excitedly clasped each other’s hands, but neither said anything because they wanted to wait a little longer.

Almost twenty minutes later, John Acme finally confirmed that he was cured, as his illness had never been late in the past few months!

“Thank you, thank you.” Even though he was the boss of a big real estate company, at that moment, John Acme had tears in his eyes.

He was nearly tormented to death, but now, his life was given back.

…

After bidding farewell to John Acme and his young wife Clara Zuck, Yusuf Zuck took advantage of the still dim dawn light and the clear roads to quickly drive out of the villa area.

He was worried that if he returned late, it would delay Ruth Wilcox’s important affairs.

However, just as he was driving out of the villa compound’s gate and hadn’t yet reached the main road, a middle-aged woman dressed in a grey tracksuit suddenly ran towards him from a corner and spread her arms to signal Yusuf Zuck to stop.

Yusuf Zuck was startled and slammed on the brakes hard.

“What are you doing?

Have you lost your mind?” Yusuf Zuck exclaimed.

“Are you called Yusuf Zuck?” the middle-aged woman approached Yusuf Zuck’s car door and asked.

“Huh?” Yusuf Zuck’s eyebrows shot up, as this was Shanghai after all, his first visit here, so how could anyone possibly recognize him?

“Who are you?” Yusuf Zuck asked in a deep voice.

“Looks like it’s you!” the middle-aged woman suddenly smiled, flipped her wrist, and a dark gun barrel pressed against his forehead.

“Whoosh.” A van with no license plate quickly approached, positioned at an angle in front of Yusuf Zuck’s car, and five people jumped out.

At this time of the day, the streets had few cars and hardly any pedestrians, save for a few street sweepers in the distance.