Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1016

Mosby stepped forward, his tone righteous and stern. "Kid, do you realize your needles nearly killed Mr. Phelan Senior?"

Andrew, clearly irritated, snapped, "Bunch of backwoods mutts. You don't know anything, so get the hell out of my way!"

The insult made Mosby and his crew fume with rage, their faces turning red with fury.

Luna interjected quickly, "Andrew, forget about them for now. Just focus on my grandfather—what's going on with him?"

Andrew pressed two fingers to Montgomery's chest with rapid precision. Two breaths later, the old man's color stabilized and stopped fading.

Only then did Andrew carefully remove all the needles and finally speak. "The point of the needles was to dissolve the stones in his system, but at the same time, they temporarily sealed off his internal energy flow, so it was normal for him to feel a bit unwell during the process.

"But an idiot pulled one out, which basically leaked his vital energy and essence. It's not life-threatening, but now he'll need a few months of rest to recover fully."

The so-called experts and professors looked utterly embarrassed.

Andrew had stabilized Montgomery in just a few moves, and the results were undeniable. They had nothing to argue with.

Luna shot a cold glance at Joshua, making him instinctively look away, guilt written all over his face.

Right then, Francis returned carrying two bowls of Ghostroot soup. Andrew took one and handed it straight to Luna.

She blinked in confusion. "What for?"

Andrew rolled his eyes. "What do you mean, 'what for'? You're his granddaughter. Isn't it your job to feed your grandfather soup, or do you want someone else to do it?"

Luna felt flustered from the scolding but could not find a single word to argue back.

Meanwhile, Francis, Mosby, and the others were wide-eyed in disbelief. They could not believe Andrew was bossing Luna just like that. Where did he even get the nerve?

A short while later, they returned. Mosby looked like a man who had just been through a war—his face was twitching, and his spirit looked crushed.

"Fine," he muttered bitterly. "Your treatment worked. Mr. Phelan Senior did, in fact, pass out some calculi."

Andrew raised an eyebrow with a teasing smile. "Really? Did you dig through it thoroughly and get a good look at everything?"

Mosby clenched his jaw. "Don't push it, kid. Even a blind squirrel finds a nut sometimes. Don't get cocky."

This time, no one backed Mosby up—no one dared speak out against Andrew anymore. Even the so-called medical experts were staring at him, their eyes full of shock and awe.

Not only had he identified the problem, but he treated it and flushed the calculi out in less than an hour. There was no doubt that this guy was not some one-trick showoff.

He was the real deal.