Mosby and the others looked at each other, clearly baffled.

"What a load of hocus pocus," someone muttered.

"Mr. Phelan Senior has always been healthy as a horse, and now this guy's saying he's got lithiasis? He's clearly trying to stir up trouble."

Another chimed in, "Ninefold Needles may look fancy, but in reality, there are very few situations where it's useful. And now this kid's using it to treat lithiasis? Honestly, it just looks like a performance piece to me!"

As the group murmured in growing suspicion, Francis turned to Luna with doubt in his eyes. He asked, "Ms. Luna, you're not actually buying into this guy's nonsense, are you?

"Dr. Lake's explanation made perfect sense—Mr. Phelan Senior's just got a mild cold and some digestive buildup. Some medicine to clear it out would've done the trick. There was no need for acupuncture or that ridiculous Ghostroot soup. Andrew's clearly just trying to show off and claim credit!"

Francis looked visibly annoyed, his expressio