Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime-Chapter 1473: Don’t Trust Him

Lester Williams moved a high-backed chair next to Gavin Graves, and Cherry quietly walked over to sit beside him. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Gavin Graves asked her, "Did you win the court case?"

"Yes."

"Are you happy?"

"Happy."

Gavin Graves chuckled, "As long as you’re happy, it wasn’t all for nothing. Purple Summers was actually right; you were lucky to have encountered a newcomer this time. Most of the litigation process is extremely tedious and boring. Don’t get involved in this kind of excitement next time."

Cherry obediently nodded, "Okay, I understand."

After a brief chat, the two fell silent, watching intently as the taoist priest applied the acupuncture needles.

Gavin Graves’ arm lay flat on the table, palm up. The black foreign objects that were once visible were now completely gone, and his skin showed a healthy color.

From his elbow to the middle of his forearm, seven or eight long silver needles were inserted. The taoist priest held another needle, piercing the center of the forearm, inserting it deeper bit by bit.

Cherry quietly observed the taoist priest.

A long robe of blue-grey, black trousers, and white socks tucked into a pair of cloth shoes, typical taoist attire.

He had a cotton backpack slung over one shoulder, matching his robe, with its pocket open, revealing a ghost exorcism stick, Heavenly Ruler, copper coins sword, Five Thunders Talisman, Dharma Bell.

Each one a nemesis to ghosts.

The taoist priest appeared serene, seemingly oblivious to Cherry’s gaze.

It was unclear how much time passed before the taoist priest began removing the needles, leaving a cinnabar mark at each needle site as he did.

After all the needles had been removed, the taoist priest said, "In the future, when the needle moves three inches downward, it will naturally recede three inches, three inches at a time, and will gradually dissolve into nothingness."

Gavin Graves nodded slightly, "Thank you, Master Taoist."

Beside him, Lester Williams respectfully asked, "How many more sessions are needed before he’s fully healed?"

The taoist priest replied, "Three more sessions at most, and he will be completely recovered within ten days."

After some polite conversation, Lester Williams personally saw the taoist priest out.

The golden autumn sun shone through the bright glass window, illuminating an araucaria tree in the study, its green vibrant under the sunlight.

Gavin Graves walked to the window and, under the sunlight, carefully examined his right arm. He clenched his fist, moved his wrist slightly; everything looked clear and distinct, every detail visible. The blue veins and vessels in his flesh were all normal, and there were no twisting black worms, not even a hint of black.

He knew those things were still hidden in his body, but at least they were not visible on the surface. His hand looked like any normal person’s, which was a real relief to him.

Cherry gently embraced him from behind, pressing her cheek against his back, murmuring, "Gavin Graves, do you miss me when I’m not around?"

Gavin Graves snapped back to reality, wondering if she, being somewhat childlike, was a bit jealous seeing someone else treat him?

He smiled slightly, pulling Cherry’s arms to turn her around, holding her close, and asked with a smile, "What’s the matter?"

"Nothing," Cherry’s voice was muffled, "But tell me, do you miss me?"

"I do." Gavin Graves couldn’t resist, playing along with her, speaking tenderly, "I miss you a lot."

Cherry asked again, "Do you like me?"

"Yes, I do."

"Do you like me more, or do you like that taoist priest more?"

Gavin Graves couldn’t help but laugh, "When did I ever say I liked the taoist priest?"

Cherry clung to his waist stubbornly, "Then if you don’t like the taoist priest, don’t let him come again."

"You’re being silly." Gavin Graves pinched her cheek, laughing, "He’ll only come a couple more times. Once my hand is clean, he naturally won’t come again."

Cherry buried her face in Gavin Graves’ embrace, her gaze dim and cold, "Gavin Graves, don’t trust him, he can’t cure your hand."

Gavin Graves said lightly, "A last resort for a desperate situation..."