"I'd like to apologize for my behavior last time, son," James said."Sorry, but I'm a naturally petty person who holds on to grudges for a lifetime."I turned, wanting to leave, but James hurriedly reached up and grabbed me by my arm, trying to stop me."Caleb, my hand has been acting up again lately. Can you please help me treat it once more?"My gaze fell on his right hand, which he hadn't moved since he saw me. In the past three months without my acupuncture treatment, I figured that his hand had probably returned to its former state. He couldn't even lift it now.I pretended to be shocked and said, "But Mr. Dawson, didn't you tell me that you found a 'miracle doctor' to heal you? Why didn't you let him heal you after all?"James gritted his teeth and said, "It was all that bastard Leroy's fault! He just got a random half-baked quack to fool me."I felt a surge of satisfaction rising in my chest. However, I feigned regret and said, "That's a pity. Your hand would have compl
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