Her Rebirth of Retribution
Chapter 70 Medicine Meant To Kill

For most children with such poor constitution, they could get better after years of training and practice of martial arts, but Ambrose was so weak that his arteries weren't completely developed, and his internal organs were a mess as a result. The fact that he could even live

till today was because Jarrett had paid a lot of money to sustain him.

But to Calista, this was a simple illness to treat.

The energy inside of her could be called Balanced Energy, and according to the ancient medicinal books, Ambrose was lacking Balanced Energy, which made it easy for diseases to attack him. The biggest effect Calista's acupuncture technique had was to increase one's health and drive away diseases, so Ambrose's condition was perfect for such treatment.

As long as she performed an Energy Gathering Needle technique on his arteries regularly and supplemented it with some medicine, after half a year, his arteries would grow strong and healthy, his internal organs would regain their full operating potential, and his entire body would become stronger overall naturally.

Ambrose was a very sensitive person, so when he noticed that Calista's expression did not change while taking his pulse, he had only two conclusions: one was that she didn't know what to do at all, or two, she knew exactly what to do. Could it be the second scenario?

When Ambrose thought about that, his face blushed a little. This girl looked his age, how could she be so highly skilled? He thought that he had better not pressure her too much.

So after Calista had taken his pulse, Ambrose spoke up first. "Are you the doctor my brother hired?"

Calista was reminded of Jarrett's irritating face and she nodded, "You can say so."

Ambrose read Calista's curt reply to mean that she was forced to come here by his brother, and looked at her sympathetically. In the past, his brother had also forced several others to treat him, but they were all older men. Was his brother so desperate that he started to simply replace just anybody to try now?

So he consoled her, "Don't worry, even if you can't cure me, I won't let my brother bully you."

He said in a very serious tone, "My brother listens the most to me!"

"Oh?" Calista looked at him as if he was a harmless little rabbit and asked him teasingly, "Why does your brother listen so much to you?"

Ambrose hardly saw anyone outside of his little circle, so he wasn't guarded at all. Plus he didn't feel any dislike or distrust of Calista, so he opened up easily to her.

"Because Jarrett said that I'm the most important family member to him!"

He was smiling as he said this, a face that was proud of his brother, and there was no pain or illness on his face, only gratefulness and sincerity towards life, as well as complete trust in his elder brother.

How did such a lovable child have such an irritating older brother?

When he saw Calista remain silent, Ambrose started again, "Were you also forced to come here by my brother? Don't get frightened by Jarrett, actually he is a good person..."

Calista had no idea anyone could describe Jarrett as a good person. Well of course, compared to his wicked and vicious grandfather, he was a good person. Ambrose saw that she didn't believe him, so he started getting upset.

"It's true! When we were very young, our eldest uncle chased us out and we were homeless. Mother was ill, and given the circumstances, she told Jarrett to abandon me, but he never did.

He skipped school to work during the day, then he went to carry goods from the jetty at night. If not for him, I'd be dead by now. He's the best brother in the world!"

Calista never knew that Jarrett had such a past. But then again, when she thought harder, she remembered that his family did have some internal conflict after Jarrett's father passed away. At that time Jarrett was only around fourteen? Then Ambrose would have only been about three or four.

She felt that she could see a thin and pale young boy working the jetty at night. Ambrose's constitution was so poor probably because he didn't get a chance to rest and heal back then, and so it had become worse.

"Oh, sounds like Jarrett is indeed a good brother." But not necessarily a good person.

Ambrose's mood improved tremendously when he heard Calista agree with him. His eyes smiled like a cute rabbit, and looked like he was easy to bully.

Calista was a little moved by this

and suddenly reached out to pat his head as she asked, "Then where did you get the scar on your chest?" She had seen this scar in her previous life when she had performed acupuncture on him. But when she had asked, Jarrett glared at her very coldly for very long.

"How did you know there's a scar on my chest?" Ambrose asked in confusion. Then almost immediately he said, "My brother told you?"

He bent his head and touched his chest and only spoke after a long while.

"When we were young there was a bad guy who tried to attack my brother. I was a bit too anxious, so I blocked the attack."

Calista thought to herself, perhaps this was the real reason why Jarrett was so protective of Ambrose.

A cold glint flashed through her eyes. So Ambrose was basically everything to Jarrett! So if anything happened to this boy, Jarrett would feel the pain more than anything else and would definitely be able to understand her hopelessness back then...

Ambrose could sense a lot of emotions overwhelming Calista, so he suddenly looked up and stared at her. "What's wrong? You seem very upset." Upset? Calista smiled. She wasn't upset.

She hadn't said anything, but Ambrose frowned and said seriously, "Don't be too hard on yourself. You're obviously feeling very hurt, why do you force yourself to smile?"

Calista froze and looked down at Ambrose's handsome face. He had a pair of very clean and clear eyes, and the brightness from his eyes looked like it could drive away all darkness, and she was lost in his eyes.

Ambrose let out another light laugh, "If you're still sad, tell me! I'll tell Jarrett to help you, there's nothing he can't do!"

Calista couldn't help but stroke his soft hair and asked him softly, "What about you? Why do you want to help me?" This was a difficult question for this young man who had seen very little of the world, and he frowned.

"...I just don't want to see you unhappy."

He paused for a while before pointing at his chest. "When you're unhappy, somehow I feel unhappy too."

These simple words made Calista tremble slightly. She stiffly took her hand back, as if she had been scalded.

"I will make you better. Your illness is nothing difficult to me."

Ambrose didn't really believe her, but didn't say anything to put Calista down, and only smiled as he said, "Ok! No matter what you do, I'll go along with it."

Calista's mood relaxed, and suddenly there were four silver needles in her hand.

"It'll be a little painful later, you just need to endure it."

Ambrose obediently lay flat on the bed, then watched as Calista expertly inserted four needles into him.

If one looked closely, you would

have noticed that Calista did not use

her fingers to insert the needles, byt used her energy to do so. The four needles used up all the energy inside of Calista - it was a very physically demanding technique indeed!

Ambrose's expression was originally very calm, since he had seen and gone through all sorts of treatment by now. But once Calista's needles entered his body, he couldn't help but let out a gasp.

The moment he let out that gasp, more than ten bodyguards in black immediately appeared in the garden, ready to attack anytime, and ruined the sweet and peaceful atmosphere earlier.

"Ms. Stafford, what have you done to Mr. Ambrose?!" Carl was the first one to come running out, his expression difficult to read.