And now the third-born brother, a medical professional, had to respectfully call her Grandmaster.


    "I''m just smart, I guess?” Juniper said, looking up nonchntly.


    Harold was speechless. So was everyone else.


    "I''ve always been a fast learner," Juniper exined earnestly. "I see something, I can do it. I learn something, I master it."


    She didn''t dare tell them that she''d learned most of her medical knowledge from books. Later, when she met the doctors at the base, she started following them around, originally assigned to do menial tasks. But as she worked, she just... picked everything up. Eventually, the doctors stopped letting her hang around,ining that she was there to sabotage them and steal their jobs.


    Silence fell over the room again, everyone wearing aplex expression.


    "Why is everyone so quiet?" Juniper asked, ncing around the room, her tone perfectly calm.


    Of course they had no response. Because in her presence, they all felt like idiots.


    "Ahem." Sensing the awkwardness, Juniper decided to change the subject. “Let''s talk about my middle brother''s condition."


    Middle brother? Hearing her call him that, Harold paused, momentarily confused. It was quite a promotion.


    "Hey, I''m the—” Melvin started to object, wanting to stake his im as the second brother. Juniper simply gave him a warning look, and he immediately deted.


    Harold handed Juniper his previous medical reports, his expression grave. "The location is too difficult to reach. Every doctor I''ve seen rmended a craniotomy." The only exception was Master Nocturne, who had suggested a needle-based treatment was possible. Unfortunately, the master was impossible to find.


    “Do you trust me?" Juniper asked, her clear eyes locking onto Harold''s after she finished reviewing the scans. Her voice was crisp and clear. “Let me perform the acupuncture."


    "You?" Harold''s eyes widened in disbelief. “You know acupuncture?"


    "A little," Juniper replied, ncing at the time. If you agree, we can start tomorrow. Based on your current condition, you if probably need two consecutive courses of treatment."


    A course was fourteen days. Two courses would perfectly align with the end of his election campaign.


    "Don''t worry," Juniper added, seeing the concern on his face. She gave a slight smile. “You''re in my hands. I guarantee you''ll live."


    Guaranteed to live? For some reason, that didn''t sound veryforting.


    "Alright," Harold agreed after a moment''s thought. The memory loss was a constant frustration, and he was desperate to know what had happened with his family.


    "We''ll start tomorrow," Juniper said, looking at her phone. She let out a yawn. "Everyone''s tired today. Let''s get some rest."


    And just like that, the impromptu family reunion was over.


    "Wait,” Harold called out as they were about to leave. "Did I have a name before?"


    "Yes and no," Jimmie recalled, his expression growing distant. "As I rememberit, our parents only ever called us us by our numbers. As for ast name... I never knew it. We didn''t even go to school until I was thirteen."


    "What?" Harold frowned, hearing this for the first time.


    Juniper''s head snapped to the side, a look of bewilderment on her face. Nost name... no school.... Just what did her her parents do? And that, shipwreck thirteen years ago was it really an ident?