Chapter 291: Needles

Time had dwindled down to the last minute. Cheyenne's gaze remained locked onto his eyes, watching as his long, sweat-drenched eyelashes quivered. Trembling. Hidden beneath his gaze was fatigue, pain, and a hint of yearning. In Master Iker's eyes, she saw a desire for victory. It was a determination to conquer all obstacles and emerge victorious. He wanted to stand up! He wanted to become the same towering and glorious Iker of the past. Cheyenne bit her lip and her obsidian-like eyes gained a cold, determined glint, akin to the moonlight of autumn. She looked directly at him. "Master Iker, have you decided?" "Continue... Miss Lawrence." He knew that if he continued with this needle, the previous pain might he suffered have been in vain. If he stopped now, following old Mr. Edwards' treatment plan, a daily herbal bath and acupuncture for three months might still lead to recovery. However, as he experienced the searing pain that felt like his heart was being roasted, he realized