The guest bedroom was very quiet.
Terry Cooke held his breath, not daring to even take a deep breath, as he anxiously watched Greg Jensen's hand.
After what felt like a long time, Greg Jensen suddenly stopped.
Terry Cooke was jolted awake and realized that his wife had fallen asleep.
"Mr. Wolfe, how is my wife doing?"
Greg Jensen let out a sigh and said indifferently, "I've just helped her sort out her withered meridians. She will need a long period of herbal treatment afterward, so prepare yourself mentally.
If everything goes well, she should regain sensation in her hands in about two months."
"Okay, no problem."
Upon hearing this, Terry Cooke was overjoyed. After so many years, there was finally hope for his wife's condition. What's a little more waiting?
Not just two months, he could wait even two years.
