Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany

Chapter 708

Tiffany had to admit that she was momentarily stunned by Daniel’s appearance. However, she quickly collected herself and got back to the task at hand.

Pulling a chair closer, she sat down and extended her hand. “Mr. Cooper, I’ll check your pulse first. Please tell me about symptoms and where you’re feeling unwell.”

Daniel’s gentle gaze met hers, his flawless, fair complexion making him look almost otherworldly.

“Alright,” he said softly, setting aside the book he had been holding.

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Tiffany took his wrist and began her examination. She focused intently, but his pulse was irregular, its rhythm chaotic. It was clear he was gravely ill, yet it wasn’t caused by poison or a congenital issue. It seemed external.

Her brows furrowed as she struggled to pinpoint the root cause. For the first time, she felt uncertain.

No matter how much Tiffany wanted the consultation fee, she would never lie about the patient’s condition. Finally, she spoke, “Mr. Cooper, your condition is complicated. I’m not entirely sure what’s causing it.”

Daniel didn’t react immediately, simply watching her with an unwavering gaze. His calm demeanor made Tiffany feel both pressured and oddly unsettled.

Clearing her thoughts, she continued, “If you trust me, I’ll do my best to treat you. But if my skills fall short and I can’t help. I’ll refund your deposit, and you won’t owe me anything.”

This was the rule of Miracle Healer. Tiffany charge based on her judgment. For those she liked, she might waive the fee entirely. For those she didn’t, the fee could be doubled, or she might refuse the case altogether. If she failed to treat someone, she wouldn’t take a cent.

“You don’t have to,” Daniel said with a faint smile. Despite his pale complexion, it made him look even more striking. ‘I believe in you.”

Tiffany blinked, caught off guard. Daniel’s trust was unexpected, yet Tiffany smiled in return. “Thank you, Mr. Cooper. I’ll do my best.”

After asking Daniel a series of questions about his condition, Tiffany began preparing for treatment.

“I’ll start with acupuncture. If you feel any discomfort, let me know right away,” Tiffany instructed.

“Understood,” Daniel replied. “What should I do?”

“Take off your clothes and lie on the bed,” Tiffany said absentmindedly, focused on arranging her silver needles.

Daniel sat still, looking stunned.

Tiffany turned to him, puzzled. “What’s wrong?”

“I need your help, Miss Kelley,” he said with a smile, spreading his hands. “I can’t move.”

Tiffany blinked, realizing her mistake. “I forgot you’re in a wheelchair.”

She touched her nose, feeling a bit embarrassed, then stepped forward to lift him out of the chair.

Tiffany’s strength caught Daniel completely off guard.

Before he could process the moment, Tiffany had placed him on the bed and rolled him over with brisk efficiency, like flipping a pancake.

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Chapter 708

Tiffany pulled out her scissors. “Mr. Cooper, if I damage your clothes, I trust you won’t expect compensation?”

“Of course not,” he replied with a soft chuckle.

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Reassured, Tiffany quickly cut away Daniel’s expensive white shirt, leaving the remnants draped on him. Even in this slightly disheveled state, Daniel looked effortlessly handsome. This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Tiffany ignored the distracting scene and focused on her work. Her hands moved swiftly, inserting the silver needles with precision.

Her attention was entirely on the acupuncture points, but Dániel’s gaze lingered on the nearby mirror, where her focused expression was reflected.

Once Tiffany finished placing the needles, she stepped back and observed him carefully. “If you feel any discomfort, tell me immédiately,” she reminded.

“Alright,” Daniel said calmly.

A minute passed. Then ten. Everything seemed fine.

Tiffany frowned. Logically, if there was a serious issue, the acupuncture should have triggered some sort of reaction. Yet Daniel’s expression remained neutral.

Just as she began doubting her methods, Daniel suddenly coughed violently, spitting out a mouthful of black blood.

The stark red stains spread across the pristine bedsheets, and the metallic smell of blood filled the air.

Tiffany hurried to remove the needles one by one, allowing Daniel’s blood flow to return to normal. While his complexion improved slightly, Daniel looked even more frail and pale than before.

Tiffany felt a pang of guilt. “Didn’t I tell you to let me know if you felt uncomfortable?” she scolded gently.

Daniel turned his head weakly, his voice calm and soothing. “I wanted to endure it so you could better assess my condition.

Tiffany froze.

She hadn’t expected him to endure the discomfort for her sake, even to the point of spitting blood. Most patients would have blamed her for their suffering, not gone out of their way to help her.

Tiffany sighed. “Mr. Cooper, even if you hold it in, I can’t diagnose your illness like this.”

Expecting Daniel’s complaint, to her surprise, Daniel said, “That’s alright. I’m used to it.”

Tiffany was at a loss for words. After packing her things, she stood by the door and said, “I’ll do everything I can to help you.” “Thank you,” Daniel replied with a soft smile.

Tiffany exited the room.

Outside the bedroom, June and Christopher were waiting anxiously. When Tiffany emerged, they both rushed to her. “How is he?” they asked urgently.