Great Marshal: Marrying the Bridesmaid

Chapter 41

Emily Clemons and Susan Raynor had attended the same university. They had been hostel mates and

had a good relationship.

Later on, Susan went abroad to further her studies and the two gradually communicated less and less.

Now that Susan was back, Emily could not wait to get in touch with her and be in her good books once

again.

Although Susan Raynor's family was not among the top four prominent and respected families, her

family was still considered respectable. It was to Emily Clemons' advantage to be close to Susan.

She heard that Susan's father suffered from a severe, intractable headache and for a long time, had

sought treatment in vain.

So, she contacted Lawrence Herbert, asking him to try and treat Mr. Raynor.

Whether he could be treated successfully or otherwise, at the very least, it would show that she cared.

Susan would surely be grateful.

Susan spoke, worriedly, “Emily, my dad has seen many famous doctors, including some from abroad.

None of them could help. Can this doctor you've recommended... really cure him?”

Emily consoled her. “Don't worry. The doctor I've recommended is a leader in the medical industry, not

just in Oakheart City but in the whole of Rivermouth province. Even if it can't be cured completely, there

will at least be some curative effect, which can relieve Uncle Raynor's suffering.”

Susan sighed, “I guess trying is better than not trying at all.”

At this moment, William and Lawrence had walked up to meet them.

William took one look at Susan Raynor and was immediately besotted with her.

He looked at Susan with fascination feeling as if he was about to drool.

Susan was quite put off by his gaze.

When Emily introduced them to one another, William wanted to shake Susan's hand, but she ignored

him. “Come, let's go. I shall bring you to meet my father.”

William was a bit embarrassed, but he did not say anything. As he followed her lead, never once did he

take his eyes off her buttocks.

While on the way, Emily suddenly received a call from Jackson Hamilton. There was something urgent

he had to discuss with her at the office.

So, Emily had to leave.

Susan brought Lawrence and his son to her father's room.

Although Mr. Raynor was just in his early sixties, his illness had changed him into an old man looking

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Even now, he held his head with both hands, hitting his head with his fists and groaning in pain every

once in a while.

Apparently, his headache was back again.

Susan rushed forward and massaged her father's head, feeling sad for him. “Father, I've invited

Rivermouth's best doctor in this field to come and visit you. Let him treat you. Your headache will be

gone in no time.”

Mr. Raynor sighed sadly, “Oh, my illness, I know it well. There is no cure. You mustn't worry about me.

Just take care of the hotel's business. That's all you need to do.”

Susan persisted, “Dad, the doctor is already here. There's no harm trying. Who knows, it might actually

work this time.”

Mr. Raynor was resigned. “Alright, then. Just do what you want to.”

Susan quickly signalled Lawrence to begin.

Lawrence swiftly went forward, took out his box of acupuncture instruments and said, “Master, please

don't move. I'm giving you acupuncture treatment now. I'm not claiming that 'when the needle arrives,

illness departs', but at the very least, it will lessen much of your pain.”

Suddenly, Mr. Raynor broke out in laughter.

He did not know how skilful this man was as an acupuncturist, but for sure, he was a skilful fibber.

So many brain specialists from various countries had been consulted but were unable to find a cure. It

would be quite odd if a little Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioner could help.

Mr. Raynor's first impression of Lawrence Herbert wasn't good.

Lawrence Herbert skilfully inserted acupuncture needles on Mr. Raynor.

As an experienced TCM practitioner, he did it with dexterity.

As the Chinese saying goes, 'a person who knows can discern skill while a person who does not, can

only watch as a spectator'.

Susan Raynor had no knowledge of acupuncture. As she watched Lawrence Herbert's skill and

dexterity, she felt herself grow more and more hopeful.