"Harvey..."


    "No, no! Master York!"


    "You really are impressive! As expected from the man Mr. Robbins brought!"


    "I was ignorant just now. I apologize!"


    L quickly bowed.


    "Judging from what you''ve said, there should be a sixty percent chance of bringing Grandma Bolton back."


    "Why would you still use geomancy despite that?"


    "I''m not doubting you. I just don''t understand..."


    Harvey smiled.


    "Since you''re an Eastern medical expert, you should know that martial arts are usually involved."


    "Martial arts are deeply connected to geomancy arts."


    "The traditions of Country H are never solitary."


    "The chances of your needle techniques being rted to geomancy are highly likely."


    "In my eyes, you''re trying to do the same thing as me."


    "Your way is just a little less effective."


    "After all, Grandma Bolton has the Soul Drift."


    "Food poisoning is just a front."


    ''Soul Drift?!''


    Everyone froze after hearing those words.


    L''s expression turned awful.


    In Eastern medicine, that name was associated with certain death.


    "Grandma Bolton''s time hase. Food poisoning was just a coincidence."


    "That''s why it looks like someone''s actually trying to kill her."


    "That simply isn''t the case."


    "Your needles will help, but they won''t deal with the problempletely."


    "After all, a bunch of needles wouldn''t be able to keep her soul intact."


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    "Mr. Anderson, you should know that martial arts are deeply connected to one''s medical skills. Geomancy is no


    different."


    "I understand. I understand now!" L said excitedly.


    He looked like he had realized something important.


    "I''ve been blind the entire time."


    "I shouldn''t be biased toward one''s methods."


    "I''ve been looking down on folk remedies, but I finally understand now. I was just narrow-minded!"


    L mmed his knees to the ground immediately.


    "There will always be a person better than me."


    "Please, be my teacher!"


    The entire sick room turned dead silent.


    Azrael and the others froze. They couldn''te to their senses for a long time.


    ''What''s going on here?"


    ''A moment ago, L was looking down on Harvey!


    ''Why did he kneel and start calling Harvey his teacher now?''


    The beautiful nurses there instinctively pped themselves, to make sure they weren''t dreaming.


    Azrael rubbed his eyes, wondering if he had seen something wrong.


    "Needle Ki..." Azrael began.


    "Enough, Mr. Bolton! Let my teacher handle this," L said quickly, cutting him short.


    "With him here, I have no right to take action!"


    L didn''t know how Harvey was going to save Grandma Bolton...


    But he hadplete trust in Harvey.


    Even if Harvey said that he''d p her awake, L would never doubt it.


    "Right!"


    Azrael spoke up, decisive. He could tell that L was fully convinced.


    "I''ll leave it to you, Sir York."


    "As long as you can keep my mother alive..."


    "I shall be in your debt!"


    For someone like Azrael, this was the biggest promise he could make.