The Understated Dragon Lord

Chapter 975 Stalling for Time

“Damian, what's going on? The treatment you gave didn't just not help my stomach; it made it hurt even more!" Aaron felt panic rising in his chest as he clutched his stomach, writhing in pain.

Damian realized things were getting out of hand. He started to panic a little, but quickly put on a calm front, trying to appear confident as ever. "Aaron, don't worry. I've got everything under control."

"Under control? It feels like my stomach is completely out of control! It's like those parasites are eating me alive! I can't take this anymore! Are you seriously saying everything is okay?"

“Aaron, you're just feeling worse because my treatment is working," Damian replied, trying to sound reassuring. “The pain is a sign that those parasites are sensing danger. They know they're in trouble, so they're struggling and fighting back. They're going all out to survive, which is why it hurts so much. But don't worry! Once I continue the treatment, those parasites will stop attacking. They'll die off, I promise."

Hearing this, Aaron felt the weight of desperation pressing down on him. "Damian, you need to treat me right now!"

"Hang on, Aaron! The parasites are reacting to the treatment I already gave. I need to give them a little more time to fight before I can proceed with the next round. If I jump into another treatment now, it could be too much for your body to handle. We have to be careful; this kind of situation is dangerous!"

Damian said all this to stall, hoping

to buy himself some time to figure out a plan. Deep down, he was completely unsure of what to do next. He had boasted about being able to control everything, but if his follow-up treatment didn't work, his réputation as one of D.C. stop doctors would be at stake. In theConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

doctor like Damian, reputation was everything. If he lost that, there was no way he could keep being doctor.

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"Aaron, let me check you again," Damian suggested after some thought. He knew this check-up had to be perfect-he couldn't afford to mess it up.

With everything on the line for his honor, he needed to fix Aaron's pain this time. There was no room for mistakes; he had to succeed without fail.

Without hesitation, Aaron extended his hand. "Go ahead; just do it!" he urged, desperate for any relief.

Taking a deep breath, Damian prepared to examine Aaron again, determined to turn this situation around.