Shadow Assassin

Chapter 39

Henry's fury exploded.

At that moment, he forgot all about his role as mayor and shouted, "I've been waiting for your analysis for two hours, and now you're telling me it's hopeless and I should prepare for the worst? Did I spend 50 million just to hear this?" Carson, boiling with anger, suddenly looked at Robin with a complicated expression.

Robin hadn't said anything false.

As the wealthiest man in Brookhaven and Martin's son, Carson had a knack for judging people.

If Robin wasn't talking nonsense, it meant he had already seen the truth about Martin's illness. Could it be that he had some medical knowledge?

Mikell raised his hands in a helpless gesture. "Mr. Wright, I get how you're feeling. But life and death are natural processes.

"Your father is elderly, has a history of serious gunshot wounds, and his organs are in poor condition. Also, there are still some bullet fragments lodged in his body from years ago.

"Aggressive treatment won't help and will only increase his suffering. He should leave this world peacefully."

"Nonsense!" Wilder said with a sneer as he rose from the couch.

"If you can't cure someone, then declaring them incurable is absurd!"

Henry was both furious and anxious. He had forgotten about Wilder and rushed over to shake his hand, begging, "Mr. Lennon, I'm so sorry for making you wait. I should have asked you to treat my father sooner." Wilder patted Henry's shoulder reassuringly. "Don't worry. I'll do everything I can for Old Mr. Wright."

He then took the silver needle from Olive and promptly inserted it into Martin's acupoint.

"You're killing him, not saving him!"

Robin's voice cut through the tense atmosphere once more.

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

Henry pointed at Robin in anger and instructed his guards, "Get him out of here!"

Robin snorted. "Your father was a hero, but he's going to die because of these incompetent doctors. With that needle, he's already close to death."

"That's ridiculous!" Wilder retorted.

Robin turned to Henry. "In three needles, your father will die!"

"You b*stard! Say one more word, and I'll have you arrested!" Henry was livid, ready to give the order to the guards.

Carson quickly intervened, whispering, "Hold on, maybe this young man has some skills.

"He just pointed out that Mikell can't save Dad. Let's wait a bit and see what happens."

Upon hearing that, Henry looked back at Robin, who appeared to be in his early 20s and was exuding arrogance.

"Don't bother checking. His heart is nearly stopping," Robin said coolly.

Wilder ignored Robin, still confident in his skills. But as he felt Martin's pulse, he started to realize that Robin was right.

His once assured expression began to falter, and his fingers trembled as they held Martin's wrist.

Henry watched as the color drained from his father's face, and his breathing became shallower. He also noticed Wilder's hand shaking and quickly asked, "Mr. Lennon, how is my father?"

Wilder wiped the sweat from his forehead but didn't answer.

Robin interjected, "His heartbeat is fading. If we don't act quickly, even the gods won't be able to save him in five minutes!"

"Be quiet!" Wilder shouted.

Robin snorted. "If you force that needle in again, you're just killing him. Old Mr. Wright still had some life left, but you've ruined it with those two needles.

"It's like trying to fan a dying ember too hard-how could he possibly survive?"

Wilder wanted to argue but couldn't find the words. Robin was correct. Martin's organs were nearly worn out, with only a faint energy keeping him alive.

Wilder had just tried to force the energy and blood to circulate, but due to Martin's age, his blood vessels were severely blocked.

Forcing the energy and blood to flow didn't have the desired effect.

Instead, it caused blood stasis in the body, preventing circulation.

It was like a narrow path where a crowd could pass through slowly.

If they all rushed at once, it would cause a blockage. If the blood stasis wasn't cleared, it could result in a heart or brain vessel bursting from the pressure. In this situation, Martin wouldn't last five more minutes. Wilder's hand shook even more as he held the needle. He wondered if the third needle could resolve the blood stasis.

There was a strong chance that, as Robin warned, it could cost Martin his life.

"If this needle is administered, you all should start preparing for the funeral," Robin warned again.

Olive was furious, shouting at Robin, "You jerk! You've been interfering with my master's treatment! What do you want?" "Enough! You should be quiet too!"

Wilder closed his eyes and swiftly inserted the third needle into Martin's back acupoint.

Robin sighed. "Alright, everything can come to an end now.

"He'll start spitting blood in five seconds. In ten seconds, he'll open his eyes.

"In 15 seconds, he'll be able to speak. In 30 seconds, he'll convulse. Within a minute, he'll be dead."

With that, Robin turned and walked toward the door.