The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 135 – See You in New York

"What did he mean by that?" she asked, frowning. "Is there something wrong with your friend?"

Lester exhaled. "He was normal when we were kids. But... we haven't seen each other in fifteen years. I don't know what happened to him."

Sara gave him a stern look. "That man might be mentally unstable. Don't stay in contact with him. Understood?"

Lester didn't respond. He simply started the car and began the long drive to New York.

While they were still racing down the highway, John had already arrived in New York.

With the help of his uniquely modified bike, which could travel terrain no ordinary vehicle could manage, he had taken a direct path—mountains, rivers, and all. Guided by GPS, he arrived swiftly and silently.

He made his way to the Feazer Medical Clinic.

Inside, Tracy was performing acupuncture on a patient. As she leaned over, her graceful figure curved under the clinic light, elegant and focused.

John didn't interrupt. Instead, he quietly stepped into the medicine room and began sorting prescriptions.

Holbrook, the master of the clinic, had long grown used to this.

When John first offered to help prepare medicine, Holbrook had been overwhelmed. After all, John was his teacher—his teacher. In traditional medicine, the one who handled prescriptions was usually an apprentice, not the master.

But John had simply said, "These patients are here for you. Sit in the consultation room and focus. If anything difficult comes up, then you can call me."

After that, Holbrook never argued again.

Later that day, Lester and Sara finally arrived at the clinic.

Their son was still sobbing, his voice hoarse, his little body trembling.

Sara rushed in, cradling him tightly. "Doctor Holbrook! Please—help us. He's been crying for nearly three hours straight. We're desperate."

Holbrook stepped forward and examined the child carefully.

After a thorough check, he frowned. "Physically, your son seems perfectly healthy. There's no fever, no infection. Are you sure he hasn't said anything—about what's bothering him?"

Sara shook her head, her face pale. "Nothing. Just crying. That's why we're so worried."

Holbrook double-checked the vitals but found nothing. No logical reason for the crying.

Sara hesitated, then asked, "Doctor Holbrook... I don't mean any disrespect. But I heard your teacher is a genius in traditional medicine. Could... could he take a look? Please. We're at our wits' end."

Her voice cracked. She was close to tears herself.

Holbrook nodded. "You're in luck. My teacher is actually here today. Wait just a moment."

He turned and left the room, returning shortly—with John.

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Lester and Sara froze the moment they saw him.

"This is my teacher," Holbrook said respectfully. "Doctor John. He'll examine your son now."

Their jaws dropped.

"J-John?" Lester stammered.

Sara stared, stunned. Was this a dream?

They had driven halfway across the state at high speed—and yet the man they had just seen on a bicycle had arrived before them.

It didn't make sense.

John gave them a knowing smile. "I did say we'd meet in New York."

The words finally registered.

Lester and Sara blinked rapidly, as if trying to recalibrate their reality.

But that wasn't the biggest shock.

They looked at Holbrook—the Holbrook, master of Feazer Clinic—and then back at John.

John was his teacher.

A man barely in his twenties... was respected as a master by one of the most renowned doctors in traditional medicine.

The implications were staggering.

Sara's mouth opened, but no words came out. Lester could only stand there, gaping.

John, as calm as ever, stepped forward. "Don't just stand there. Hand me your son. I'll take him to the acupuncture room. If all goes well, he'll be fine in ten minutes."

"Y-Yes... okay."

Still in a daze, Sara gently passed her child into John's arms like a puppet on strings.