On the side, Lance appeared calm and composed.
His sharp eyes narrowed slightly, not surprised by the situation.
The demon king was already knowledgeable about human nature. Deanna saved it, so it naturally would be willing to get close to her.
Watching Deanna interact with the demon king, Lance's gaze gradually softened.
"Good demon king."
Deanna smiled and stroked the demon king, saying softly, "I'm going to give you some shots later. You have to be good and not cry out, okay?"
As her words fell, the demon king tilted its head back and let out a few whimpers, as if indicating its obedience.
Deanna's smile deepened, praising, "The demon king is amazing!"
She took out silver needles from her bag, and the next moment, the demon king obediently lay on the ground, very cooperative.
Deanna couldn't help but feel a little surprised and amazed by the dog's intelligence.
Xavier stood beside them, his expression sour.
He felt a little bitter in his heart, saying, "When will the demon king be nice to me..."
Lance couldn't help but laugh and shook his head, "Just think about it."
However, it was rare to see the demon king behave so obediently in front of others.
The two of them stood quietly on the side, watching Deanna treat the demon king.
Deanna picked up a silver needle, found the acupuncture point, and decisively inserted it, her movements clean and swift.
After about half an hour, Deanna finished.
She sat down beside them, gently stroking the demon king's fur.
The demon king lay by her leg, looking very content.
Deanna couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Mercer, your demon king is too smart!"
Dogs indeed understand human nature, but she had never seen such an intelligent dog before.
Lance looked at the demon king with his dark eyes, his gaze softening.
"The demon king was specially bred, and its intelligence is already very high. Plus, it has been specially trained, so it can understand human speech, which is not surprising."
Deanna nodded, suppressing her doubts.
Indeed, pets from wealthy families were indeed invaluable.
She reached out and continued to knead and massage here and there, and the demon king remained obedient.
Another half hour passed, and the treatment finally ended.
Deanna stood up and said to Lance, "The demon king's injuries have mostly healed, and there shouldn't be any problems for the time being."
"These days, you can take it for a walk and do some moderate exercise to promote blood circulation, which will help its legs recover."
Lance nodded earnestly at Deanna's instructions.
He agreed, "Okay."
"After dealing with the demon king, let's go, Mr. Mercer, it's your turn."
Lance nodded, and the two of them walked into the house.
As for Lance's condition, it was usually treated with acupuncture.
As soon as they entered the room, the two of them skillfully began to prepare.
Lance lay down on the bed and took off his shirt.
Deanna took out silver needles, disinfected them, and started needling.
...
While they were busy upstairs, a car pulled into the yard downstairs.
The car door opened, and a middle-aged couple got out.
The woman looked well-maintained, appearing to be in her early thirties, with an air of elegance and charm. The man also exuded an imposing aura, extremely noble. At a glance, one could tell they were not ordinary people.
As soon as they saw the couple, Sam hurriedly walked out of the house, showing respect.
"Sir, madam, why are you back?"
These two were Lance's parents, Logan and Samantha.
Usually, they rarely came back, so it was quite unexpected for them to come back today.
Samantha chuckled and replied, "Isn't it to see that stinky kid?" There was a hint of indulgence in her tone.
After entering the house and looking around, they didn't see Lance.
Samantha couldn't help but ask, "It's this late, and that child Lance hasn't come back yet?"
Sam quickly replied, "No, madam, Young Master has already returned, but he's upstairs at the moment."
Upon hearing this, Samantha frowned, her expression changing.
"So early, it's not even dark yet, why is he upstairs? Could he be sick?"
As this thought crossed her mind, Samantha's face turned even uglier.
She looked worried, couldn't wait for Sam to answer, and pulled Logan upstairs.
Sam was stunned, just about to stop them, but the two had already gone upstairs and rushed to the room.
Sam's face turned grim. Oh no, this is bad...
In the room.
Deanna had just put away the silver needles, bent over slightly, and placed her hands on Lance's chest.
"How is this? Is this intensity painful?"
Lance lay on the bed, his forehead already covered with a thin layer of sweat. He couldn't help but utter a soft "mm, painful."
He had always been someone who could endure pain extremely well, so if he said it was painful now, one could imagine how uncomfortable he was.
Understanding his discomfort, Deanna changed direction, reaching towards the other side of his chest.
"How about this side? Does it hurt?"
"It's okay on this side."
Outside the door, the first thing the two elders saw was this scene.
Instantly, both of them were stunned, standing frozen at the doorway, their legs feeling like lead, almost unable to move.
Samantha widened her eyes, her jaw almost dropping to the ground.
She reached out and rubbed her eyes in a daze, afraid she was seeing things wrong.
What, what exactly are these two doing?