Chapter 207 
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Soon, Ezekiel put on a knowing expression. Marie asked with concern, “Dr. Monas, how’s my husband doing? 
Ezekiel, puffing his chest, replied confidently, “Mr. Bailey is very sick, but it won’t be an issue with me around. I’ll perform acupuncture on him, and he’ll regain consciousness after. Then, I’ll give him a prescription. As long as he takes his medicine for three days, I promise he’ll be cured.” 
Ezekiel was full of confidence in his medical skills. After all, he was a disciple of the Supreme One. Most people knew of the Supreme One for his tactical prowess and business acumen, but only a few had learned about his exceptional medical expertise. 
Being coached by the Supreme One was the main reason Ezekiel managed to win the title of the prodigal healer of Dragosta. Although Ezekiel had only been under the supervision of the Supreme One for a few months, his medical skills had improved by bounds and leaps. 
“That’s awesome,” Marle commented emotionally, and Esme shed tears of happiness 
Esme was fine with giving up her happiness in exchange for Bob’s health. It was totally worth it. 
Ezekiel Immediately started the acupuncture treatment for Bob. His deft moves proved his years of experience and proficiency. 
Bob seemed fine when the first few needles were inserted. However, he suddenly opened his eyes wide when Ezekiel Inserted the seventh needle. Following that, he coughed up a mouthful of blood before fainting. 
“Bob!” 
“Dad“” 
Marie, Esme, and Rowan were scared out of their wits. They surrounded Bob and called his name repeatedly, but he did not react at all. 
“Dr. Monas, please take a look at my dad!” urged Esme. 
Similarly shocked, Ezekiel hurriedly checked Bob’s pulse. He knitted his brows and mumbled, “Why did this happen? It shouldn’t have turned out this way.” 
“Dr. Monas, what happened to my husband?” Marie asked, worried etched on her face. 
Ezekiel shook his head. “I’m sorry, I might have underestimated the severity of Mr. Bailey’s condition. He seems to be on his deathbed. My condolences.” 
“What?” Marie nearly fainted from hearing the remark. 
Esme nearly blacked out. She stumbled and almost lost her balance. 
On the other hand, Travis was infuriated. He grabbed Ezekiel’s collar and yelled, “I thought you were the prodigal healer? How could you fail to save him? I don’t care what it takes–just cure him!” 
He was enraged because he didn’t want to lose the prospect of marrying Esme, not after she finally agreed to his proposal. All his previous efforts would go down the drain if Bob could not be saved. 
“Mr. Lloyd, there’s nothing I can do about it even if you threaten me. Mr. Bailey is dying,” Ezekiel argued with a pitiful expression. 
Travis fought the urge to choke Ezekiel and finally let go of him. Ezekiel Monas was still a great doctor. A few years back, Ezekiel saved Benjamin’s life. Even if he made a blunder this time, Travis was sure Ezekiel would still be of use in the future. 
Meanwhile, Esme shed tears of sorrow. A thought suddenly struck her. She hurriedly grabbed the pill Sebastian gave her and forced it down Bob’s throat. 
“Esme, what did you just feed Dad?” Rowan snapped at her. 
“Dr. Wilder gave me the pill. He said it’d help stabilize Dad’s condition,” explained Esme 
“Nonsense! Even Dr. Monas is at his wit’s end. A rogue doctor’s pill will not be of help!” Rowan barked at his sister. 
Travis chuckled. “Your brother is right, Esme. Do you seriously believe that a fraud is better than the prodigal healer?” 
Esme fell silent. Truth be told, she was skeptical about the efficacy of the pill, but she had no choice. Even if the chances were slim, she would rather give it a try than watch her dad die.