chapter 9 Will Never Know Peace

Chapter 9 Will Never Know Peace


Martin stood at the operating table, swiftly administering the silver needle. His movements were practiced and smooth, a sight to behold.


The officers present were in awe, not daring to disturb him.


"Martin Jenkins! Stop at once! Mrs. Zachar has already died. How dare you insult her corpse?" Tracy cried in desperation, trying to stop him.


But the old traditional medicine practitioner shouted, "Miss, don't interfere!"


Tracy froze, turning to see the famous genius doctor of Yorkimvil Hospital, Christopher!


With a wave of his hand, Christopher commanded, "Everyone out! Out now!"


"Dr. Quinn, this..."


"What's happening?"


"Out!"


Christopher's face was grave. He didn't explain at all.


The people hastily exited the emergency room.


Christopher shut the door firmly, even preventing the arriving Doctor Windsor and others from entering.


Everyone looked at each other in confusion, utterly perplexed.


Inside the emergency room, Christopher stood tensely beside the operating table, his old eyes wide open, not daring to blink.


"The Resurrection Needle! It must be the Resurrection Needle!"


"I never thought I'd live to see such a rare and extraordinary needle! God bless me!"


Christopher's body trembled with excitement, tears streaming down his face.


"It's done!"


At that moment, Martin withdrew the silver needle and breathed a sigh of relief. Looking around, he noticed only an old man in a white coat by his side.


"Huh? Where did everyone go?" Martin asked, puzzled.


"Sir, I've asked them all to leave to avoid disturbing you," Christopher smiled, then bowed deeply to Martin. "Your medical skills are exceptional, and you are able to use the legendary 'Resurrection Needle Technique.' I admire you greatly. Please accept my bow."


"You're too kind." Martin hurriedly helped Christopher up. "It's just a small skill; no need for such praise?"


"Why be so modest? If your skill is considered small, then our skills are not even worthy of a novice," Christopher said bitterly, unable to understand how Martin could belittle his own abilities.


Martin chuckled awkwardly, "Sir, the patient has been saved. I should be going now."


"Please wait!" Christopher hastily stopped Martin.


"Is there anything else, Sir?" Martin asked.


Christopher hesitated, then deeply bowed to Martin again, pleading, "Please save me!"


"Save you?" Martin was startled, unsure how to respond. "Sir, you seem healthy. I don't see any illness."


"It's not me who is ill, but someone else," Christopher sighed, explaining the situation in detail.


Recently, Christopher treated a patient with a strange illness that he couldn't cure. The patient's condition worsened under Christopher's care.


The patient had an influential background and threatened that if Christopher couldn't cure him, Christopher would have to die, too.


Conflicts between doctors and patients have always been difficult to resolve throughout history.


Christopher never imagined that in his old age, his medical practice would lead to such misfortune.


"Who is this patient? How dare he be so arrogant?" Martin frowned.


"Do you know the Sampson family in Yorksimvil?"


"The Sampson family in the North District of Yorksimvil?"


Martin was quite surprised. Although he had not been in Yorksimvil for long, he was familiar with the Sampson family's reputation in the North District.


It was said that the Sampson family's ancestors had always been in the capital. When the previous head retired a few years ago, the Sampson family moved to Yorksimvil.


Although the Sampson family was not as glorious as before, their power and influence remained immense. They had significant influence in the capital and even more so in Yorksimvil. Even the Ice family, a business tycoon, didn't dare to provoke them.


"The patient I'm referring to is the head of the Sampson family. The Sampson family has sought treatment from many sources without success, so they turned to me. I took on the case with the attitude of giving it a try, but unfortunately, I not only failed to cure him but also landed myself in trouble. Alas..." Christopher's face was filled with worry.


Martin seemed lost in thought, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.


"Mr. Quinn has saved countless lives and shouldn't suffer such a fate. I'll accompany you to visit the Sampson family then!" Martin smiled.


Christopher was overjoyed, his old eyes filled with excitement. He bowed again and again, "With your 'Resurrection Needle,' Mr. Sampson will surely be saved! I'll be able to overcome this crisis! Please accept my bow again!"


"Sir, there's no need to be so polite."


The emergency room door opened.


The crowd waiting outside immediately surrounded them.


Tracy angrily pushed through the crowd, pulling Martin out and handcuffing him.


"Ms. Xanthos, what are you doing?" Martin asked with a frown.


"What am I doing? You desecrated Mrs. Zachar's body, and you still dare to ask me that? Come with me to the police station!" Tracy said furiously as she tried to pull Martin into the car.


The surrounding officers were also furious.


At this moment, an excited scream echoed throughout the area.


"Mom!"


Darcy ran to the operating table, embracing her mother.


The originally lifeless Fiona slowly opened her eyes.


"What?"


The whole scene was shocking.


Tracy was dumbfounded.


"How is this possible?"


Doctor Windsor, who was nearby, looked like he had seen a ghost and was dumbfounded on the spot.


"How could this happen? The patient clearly had no breath. How did she come back to life?" Doctor Windsor was in disbelief.


"Dr. Windsor, it seems your experience is still lacking! The patient is still very weak. Hurry and send her to the ward. Leave the rest to you!" Christopher patted Doctor Windsor's shoulder and said calmly.


"Alright, alright... hurry, take the patient to the ward quickly!" Doctor Windsor came back to his senses and hurriedly ordered.


Soon, Fiona was taken away, with Darcy accompanying her.


The people took a long time to recover from the shock.


"Did you cure Mrs. Zachar?" Tracy turned her head and asked Martin in a daze.


"It was Mr. Quinn who cured her. I merely assisted him," Martin casually replied.


Christopher was stunned, but when he saw Martin give him a look, he immediately understood and didn't deny it.


Tracy caught the exchange of glances between them. A hint of doubt flashed in her eyes. She snorted and unlocked the handcuffs. "Wait for me here. I'll check on Mrs. Zachar's condition and then take you to Megan's place."


"No need, Ms. Xanthos. I have something to discuss with Mr. Quinn. I'll go back by myself later. You can go about your business," Martin said.


"What do you have to discuss with Mr. Quinn?" Tracy asked curiously.


"Of course, it's about medical treatment!" Martin replied.


Tracy gave him a strange look, unsure what was going on in his mind, then turned around and left.


"Mr. Jenkins, let's go to the Sampson family right away," Christopher said anxiously.


Christopher called the Sampson family, and they took a taxi toward the Sampson residence.


The Sampson residence was located on Norted Island in the North District of Yorksimvil. Their estate occupied half of the artificial island's area, making it quite impressive.


The taxi stopped in front of an antique-looking gate, where a butler stood at the entrance, coldly staring at the taxi.


Christopher quickly got out of the car.


"Dr. Quinn, we gave you three days to cure our master. Why are you here? Don't tell me you have a way to heal our master's illness?" the butler said solemnly.


Christopher was at a loss for words. Even if they had given him three years instead of three days, he might not have found a solution.


At this point, he had pinned all his hopes on Martin.


"Yes, I have a way!" Christopher replied.


"Follow me to see the master. I hope you won't disappoint us this time!"


"I... I'll do my best..." Christopher felt uneasy, but he had already done everything he could. All he could do now was to give his greatest effort.


The butler pushed the door open and led the two inside.


The estate had an antique charm, with artificial mountains, flowing water, green pines, and cool pavilions, exuding an artistic atmosphere.


As soon as they entered the estate, Martin's gaze fell on an artificial mountain in the center of the courtyard.


Thinking about the item he desired being there improved his mood significantly.


Today was indeed a good day. Not only had he saved Darcy's mother, but he was also invited to the Sampson family.


Martin had been eyeing the Sampson family from the beginning, and now that he had been invited inside, he felt that his luck was truly exceptional.


After pondering for a while, Martin was about to reach out and touch the artificial mountain when the butler suddenly stopped him.


"What are you doing?"


The butler walked over a few steps and glared at Martin, scolding him, "How can you touch the things here as you please? Do you know how expensive these items are?"


Martin looked at him disdainfully and sneered, "I don't know, but I know that with it here, your Sampson family will never know peace."