Revenge: Once His Wife, Now His Regret - Chapter 90: Chapter 90

Everyone spun around, looking down the stairs. Sally also looked back. The moment she saw the man behind her, her grip on the medical kit tightened for a split second.
Jaxon stood in a black suit, his hand gripping the umbrella handle. As he slightly raised it, his strikingly handsome yet icy-cold face gradually emerged from the fog, imprinting itself in everyone's sight.
Caleb stood quietly behind Jaxon, taking the umbrella from his hand.
Jaxon stepped up beside Sally, fixing his gaze on Lena. "Are you trying to kick her out?"
Intimidated by Jaxon's overwhelming aura, Lena instinctively recoiled a few steps, ending up shoulder-to-shoulder with Brad.
Brad pulled Lena behind him, his expression grave. "Jaxon, no one's trying to kick her out. But after Sally treated Grandpa, his situation didn't get better and even actually got worse.
"Under these circumstances, we can't possibly let her keep treating him."
Jaxon's brow furrowed slightly, his voice dropping to a dangerous timbre. "Who's the doctor here, her or you?"
Brad was instantly at a loss for words.
Jaxon's face darkened dangerously. Sweeping his gaze over the crowd, he declared, "Let me see who dares to stop her again."
Sally turned to look at Jaxon, a surge of emotion welling up inside her. 'So this is what it feels like to have someone stand up for me. I never knew it could feel this good,' she wondered.
Meanwhile, the specialist invited by Lena and Brad arrived at the scene. Seeing the tense standoff, the specialist didn't dare say a word, quietly waiting to the side for further orders.
Jaxon cast a sidelong glance at the specialist, then turned his gaze to Sally, his tone softening considerably. "Caleb, escort Mrs. Zale upstairs."
Caleb nodded quickly. "Right away, Mr. Zale."
Sally followed Caleb upstairs to the third floor, the sounds of the heated argument drifting up from behind them.
Brad protested, "Jaxon, we can't let her treat Grandpa anymore. With her amateur skills, she's completely incapable of curing him."
Jaxon's eyes turned icy as he glared at Brad. "Have you forgotten what the attending physician said at the hospital last time? Do I really need to repeat to you just how skilled she is?"
Brad retorted, "If she's really that skilled, Grandpa wouldn't be in this mess right now."
Jaxon suddenly grabbed Brad's tie, pulling him close. "With so little trust in your wife, no wonder your marriage has come to this."
"Mr. Zale, please let's talk this out calmly. No need to get physical," Lena interjected. Her face showed visible tension as she watched the scene unfold.
Jaxon shot Lena a cold glance, then abruptly released Brad. "This is a family matter. It's not your place to interfere."
Jaxon didn't waste another second; he strode purposefully toward the third floor.
Brad straightened his tie with sharp movements, his eyes darkening with barely concealed resentment.
Standing beside Brad, the specialist looked at him gravely and asked, "Mr. Zale, should I still go upstairs?"
Brad glanced at him, then said indifferently, "Follow me upstairs and take a look. In case she can't handle it, you can cover her back."
"Yes, Mr. Zale," the specialist answered respectfully.
In Howard's room on the third floor, Lauren stayed by the bedside, watching Sally's swift, practiced movements with growing astonishment.
This was Lauren's first time seeing Sally perform a treatment, and the speed and precision of her needlework were nothing short of breathtaking.
It was obvious she was a true professional in traditional medicine. And not just any professional, an exceptionally skilled one at that.
"Help him sit up," Sally said, turning sharply to Lauren and the butler, her gaze unusually intense.
Catching her cue, the two quickly helped Howard into a sitting position. At that exact moment, Jaxon pushed open the door.
Completely focused, Sally didn't even glance toward the door. Moving behind Howard with practiced precision, she located the exact acupuncture points and inserted the needles once again.
The next moment, Howard let out a soft cough. A mouthful of blood gushed from his lips.
Jaxon, Brad, and Lena all witnessed this scene, their faces tense as they took it all in.
Everyone's faces were drawn with worry, everyone except Sally. She remained calm, her hands steady, as she continued inserting the needles.
"Why is he coughing up blood? What's happening to him?" Lauren flinched in shock, her grip on Howard's hand tightening instinctively.
"Jaxon," Brad exclaimed. "I told you she wasn't capable, but you insisted on letting her treat Grandpa. Now look. He's coughing up blood."
Brad rushed in, his face a mask of anxious disbelief as he took in the scene.
"Given Howard's condition, acupuncture really is the only viable option," the specialist interjected. "While I'm not well-versed in traditional medicine, I have studied some related courses.
"It appears that blood stasis has accumulated in his thoracic cavity, which is causing his dyspnea. In fact, hemoptysis is actually a sign that his condition is improving."
After hearing the doctor's explanation, everyone gradually relaxed, their worries finally easing.
Brad's brow remained furrowed. "Then what's the modern medicine approach for this condition?"
"I'm afraid—" The specialist looked grave. "Surgery would be the only option, but given Howard's advanced age, he might not survive the procedure. Traditional medicine is indeed the best approach, but it would require a master practitioner to turn the situation around."
By implication, Sally's medical skills were nothing short of miraculous.
After they heard the medicine specialist's explanation, Lena and Brad's expressions darkened with anger and embarrassment.
Jaxon, who had been silently observing from the side, suddenly commanded, "Caleb, escort the unnecessary people out. Don't let anyone disrupt Mrs. Zale's treatment."
Caleb swiftly stepped forward and ushered Brad and the others out.
Once the room fell silent, Jaxon turned his gaze to Sally. She barely said a word the entire time, her focus unwavering as she treated Howard with practiced, expert hands.
Leaning against the wall, Jaxon watched quietly, his face unreadable, showing nothing but cool detachment.
After Howard's condition stabilized, Sally bent down and asked gently, "Mr. Zale, how are you feeling now? Is your breathing any easier?"
Howard looked much thinner than before, his cheeks hollowed from illness. With great effort, he managed a faint smile. "Much better."
"Alright, you should get some rest now," she said.
Sally carefully removed the acupuncture needles from Howard's back one by one, then turned to Lauren and said, "His condition has stabilized.
"For his recovery, he should eat more foods that activate blood circulation and resolve stasis. I'll make a list for you later. Just have the maid prepare some herbal broth for him."
Lauren nodded quickly, a newfound complexity in her gaze as she looked at Sally. "Alright."
Jaxon looked toward the butler. "Change Dad's bed linens, please."
"Yes, Mr. Zale," the butler replied.
With her medical kit in hand, Sally walked toward the door. As she passed Jaxon, she nodded at him. No words were exchanged.
As Sally stepped into the hallway, Brad and the others were nowhere to be seen. Just then, a voice called out from behind her, "Mrs. Zale?"