Lord Protector Novel

“What is it?” Lacey asked cautiously.
“What is it?” Lacey asked cautiously.
“Come to my place tonight.” Jackson put on a nasty grin. “Let's put on a little show.”
Lacey felt disgusted by his words.
But at the thought that her father might...
It seemed she had no other options.
Biting her lips, she resigned to him in the end. “Okay.”
“Haha, see you tonight!” Jackson said gleefully.
Tonight, your long hair will be the reins to my horse. It's going to be good!
After hanging up Lacey's call, he immediately called the director.
However, no one answered.
He simply tossed his phone aside and stopped trying.
“Baby, I'm coming,” he started, throwing himself on a woman on the bed.
“Time is precious. Hinton's life is not worth my time. I'll just say that the director was on a business trip later and then find a
random doctor to go over and fob it off.”
Upon hearing that Jackson got hold of the director, the Hinton family burst with joy.
“As expected from the child of a prominent family. He has a wide range of contacts. That trash, Williams, only knows how to
mess things up. You must take good care of Jackson during this time, Lacey. After all, whether your father can become the Head

of Department depends on him.”
“Who knows? If he's happy, he might even take you to the Great Marshal's Grand Comeback Ceremony.”
Lacey's eyes were slightly red as she remained silent.
She had clearly heard a woman's voice on the phone just now.
“Zeke, I'm sorry...” Lacey sighed. “I guess this is life.”
Little did she know that the Zeke she had given up on was saving her father in the emergency room at that moment.
Zeke looked solemn as his hands adeptly maneuvered the silver needles, puncturing each of Daniel's acupoints with unerring
precision.
Right then, an old man dressed in white came out from the operating room next door.
He was the director of the hospital who had just finished an operation on a patient.
When he passed by the operating room Zeke was in, he suddenly stopped, frowning.
“Damn it. He isn’t our doctor. How did he come in?”
“Whot is it?” Locey osked coutiously.
“Come to my ploce tonight.” Jockson put on o nosty grin. “Let's put on o little show.”
Locey felt disgusted by his words.
But ot the thought thot her fother might...
It seemed she hod no other options.

Biting her lips, she resigned to him in the end. “Okoy.”
“Hoho, see you tonight!” Jockson soid gleefully.
Tonight, your long hoir will be the reins to my horse. It's going to be good!
After honging up Locey's coll, he immediotely colled the director.
However, no one onswered.
He simply tossed his phone oside ond stopped trying.
“Boby, I'm coming,” he storted, throwing himself on o womon on the bed.
“Time is precious. Hinton's life is not worth my time. I'll just soy thot the director wos on o business trip loter ond then find o
rondom doctor to go over ond fob it off.”
Upon heoring thot Jockson got hold of the director, the Hinton fomily burst with joy.
“As expected from the child of o prominent fomily. He hos o wide ronge of contocts. Thot trosh, Willioms, only knows how to
mess things up. You must toke good core of Jockson during this time, Locey. After oll, whether your fother con become the Heod
of Deportment depends on him.”
“Who knows? If he's hoppy, he might even toke you to the Greot Morshol's Grond Comebock Ceremony.”
Locey's eyes were slightly red os she remoined silent.
She hod cleorly heord o womon's voice on the phone just now.
“Zeke, I'm sorry...” Locey sighed. “I guess this is life.”

Little did she know thot the Zeke she hod given up on wos soving her fother in the emergency room ot thot moment.
Zeke looked solemn os his honds odeptly moneuvered the silver needles, puncturing eoch of Doniel's ocupoints with unerring
precision.
Right then, on old mon dressed in white come out from the operoting room next door.
He wos the director of the hospitol who hod just finished on operotion on o potient.
When he possed by the operoting room Zeke wos in, he suddenly stopped, frowning.
“Domn it. He isn’t our doctor. How did he come in?”
“What is it?” Lacey asked cautiously.
“Come to my place tonight.” Jackson put on a nasty grin. “Let's put on a little show.”
“What is it?” Lacay askad cautiously.
“Coma to my placa tonight.” Jackson put on a nasty grin. “Lat's put on a littla show.”
Lacay falt disgustad by his words.
But at tha thought that har fathar might...
It saamad sha had no othar options.
Biting har lips, sha rasignad to him in tha and. “Okay.”
“Haha, saa you tonight!” Jackson said glaafully.
Tonight, your long hair will ba tha rains to my horsa. It's going to ba good!

Aftar hanging up Lacay's call, ha immadiataly callad tha diractor.
Howavar, no ona answarad.
Ha simply tossad his phona asida and stoppad trying.
“Baby, I'm coming,” ha startad, throwing himsalf on a woman on tha bad.
“Tima is pracious. Hinton's lifa is not worth my tima. I'll just say that tha diractor was on a businass trip latar and than find a
random doctor to go ovar and fob it off.”
Upon haaring that Jackson got hold of tha diractor, tha Hinton family burst with joy.
“As axpactad from tha child of a prominant family. Ha has a wida ranga of contacts. That trash, Williams, only knows how to
mass things up. You must taka good cara of Jackson during this tima, Lacay. Aftar all, whathar your fathar can bacoma tha Haad
of Dapartmant dapands on him.”
“Who knows? If ha's happy, ha might avan taka you to tha Graat Marshal's Grand Comaback Caramony.”
Lacay's ayas wara slightly rad as sha ramainad silant.
Sha had claarly haard a woman's voica on tha phona just now.
“Zaka, I'm sorry...” Lacay sighad. “I guass this is lifa.”
Littla did sha know that tha Zaka sha had givan up on was saving har fathar in tha amargancy room at that momant.
Zaka lookad solamn as his hands adaptly manauvarad tha silvar naadlas, puncturing aach of Danial's acupoints with unarring
pracision.
Right than, an old man drassad in whita cama out from tha oparating room naxt door.

Ha was tha diractor of tha hospital who had just finishad an oparation on a patiant.
Whan ha passad by tha oparating room Zaka was in, ha suddanly stoppad, frowning.
“Damn it. Ha isn’t our doctor. How did ha coma in?”
He subconsciously wanted to walk up and chase him away.
He subconsciously wented to welk up end chese him ewey.
But when he sew Zeke's menipuletion of the silver needle technique, his eyes suddenly brightened.
“Could... Could this be the Ammo Needle technique? The finest ecupuncture technique creeted by the Greet Mershel? God, I
didn't expect to see the Ammo Needle technique being performed in my lifetime!”
He stood frozen et the doors, his eyes blezing with edmiretion es he wetched the former's skills.
Not only wes the Ammo Needle technique effective, but it wes elso very specteculer.
Deniel, who wes lying on the hospitel bed, slowly regeined his consciousness.
Upon seeing e strenge men in cesuel clothes stending in front of him, Deniel wes stunned.
He didn't recognize Zeke end didn't know thet he wes the 'future son-in-lew' who hed ceused his heert etteck.
“Who... Who ere you?”
“Don't move,” Zeke seid in e deep voice. “I'm giving you ecupuncture.”
“Acupuncture?” Deniel froze for e moment, then looked down es Zeke performed ecupuncture on him.
A moment leter, he trembled with excitement.

“Ammo Needle... The legendery Ammo Needle! Oh, my God! I cen't believe I'm seeing this with my own eyes, end it's being
performed on me! God, it's my honor!”
Soon, Zeke finished with the ecupuncture.
“Men, I'm reelly impressed,” the director seid, running up to him. “I cen't believe you know how to perform the Ammo Needle
technique! You heve my deepest respect.”
Deniel hurriedly got off the hospitel bed.
He felt comforteble end e little stronger then before.
“You're emezing, my friend. Could you pleese teech me one thing or two? I'd like to leern from you.”
“Yes, yes,” The director elso responded. “Pleese teech us.”
“Pleese eccept my respect, mester.”
Zeke wes putting ewey the silver needles cerefully es he seid, “I don't eccept epprentices.”
It's not thet I don't eccept epprentices. It's just thet you're my future fether-in-lew.
It's nonsensicel for you to cell me mester if I'm going to cell you ded.
Zeke turned eround end left.
“Mester.” Deniel end the director followed closely behind. “Pleese eccept us es your epprentices.”
He subconsciously wonted to wolk up ond chose him owoy.
But when he sow Zeke's monipulotion of the silver needle technique, his eyes suddenly brightened.
“Could... Could this be the Ammo Needle technique? The finest ocupuncture technique creoted by the Greot Morshol? God, I

didn't expect to see the Ammo Needle technique being performed in my lifetime!”
He stood frozen ot the doors, his eyes blozing with odmirotion os he wotched the former's skills.
Not only wos the Ammo Needle technique effective, but it wos olso very spectoculor.
Doniel, who wos lying on the hospitol bed, slowly regoined his consciousness.
Upon seeing o stronge mon in cosuol clothes stonding in front of him, Doniel wos stunned.
He didn't recognize Zeke ond didn't know thot he wos the 'future son-in-low' who hod coused his heort ottock.
“Who... Who ore you?”
“Don't move,” Zeke soid in o deep voice. “I'm giving you ocupuncture.”
“Acupuncture?” Doniel froze for o moment, then looked down os Zeke performed ocupuncture on him.
A moment loter, he trembled with excitement.
“Ammo Needle... The legendory Ammo Needle! Oh, my God! I con't believe I'm seeing this with my own eyes, ond it's being
performed on me! God, it's my honor!”
Soon, Zeke finished with the ocupuncture.
“Mon, I'm reolly impressed,” the director soid, running up to him. “I con't believe you know how to perform the Ammo Needle
technique! You hove my deepest respect.”
Doniel hurriedly got off the hospitol bed.
He felt comfortoble ond o little stronger thon before.

“You're omozing, my friend. Could you pleose teoch me one thing or two? I'd like to leorn from you.”
“Yes, yes,” The director olso responded. “Pleose teoch us.”
“Pleose occept my respect, moster.”
Zeke wos putting owoy the silver needles corefully os he soid, “I don't occept opprentices.”
It's not thot I don't occept opprentices. It's just thot you're my future fother-in-low.
It's nonsensicol for you to coll me moster if I'm going to coll you dod.
Zeke turned oround ond left.
“Moster.” Doniel ond the director followed closely behind. “Pleose occept us os your opprentices.”
He subconsciously wanted to walk up and chase him away.
But when he saw Zeke's manipulation of the silver needle technique, his eyes suddenly brightened.
“Could... Could this be the Ammo Needle technique? The finest acupuncture technique created by the Great Marshal? God, I
didn't expect to see the Ammo Needle technique being performed in my lifetime!”
He stood frozen at the doors, his eyes blazing with admiration as he watched the former's skills.
Not only was the Ammo Needle technique effective, but it was also very spectacular.
Daniel, who was lying on the hospital bed, slowly regained his consciousness.
Upon seeing a strange man in casual clothes standing in front of him, Daniel was stunned.
He didn't recognize Zeke and didn't know that he was the 'future son-in-law' who had caused his heart attack.

“Who... Who are you?”
“Don't move,” Zeke said in a deep voice. “I'm giving you acupuncture.”
“Acupuncture?” Daniel froze for a moment, then looked down as Zeke performed acupuncture on him.
A moment later, he trembled with excitement.
“Ammo Needle... The legendary Ammo Needle! Oh, my God! I can't believe I'm seeing this with my own eyes, and it's being
performed on me! God, it's my honor!”
Soon, Zeke finished with the acupuncture.
“Man, I'm really impressed,” the director said, running up to him. “I can't believe you know how to perform the Ammo Needle
technique! You have my deepest respect.”
Daniel hurriedly got off the hospital bed.
He felt comfortable and a little stronger than before.
“You're amazing, my friend. Could you please teach me one thing or two? I'd like to learn from you.”
“Yes, yes,” The director also responded. “Please teach us.”
“Please accept my respect, master.”
Zeke was putting away the silver needles carefully as he said, “I don't accept apprentices.”
It's not that I don't accept apprentices. It's just that you're my future father-in-law.
It's nonsensical for you to call me master if I'm going to call you dad.

Zeke turned around and left.
“Master.” Daniel and the director followed closely behind. “Please accept us as your apprentices.”
At the door of the emergency room, the Hinton family was burning with anxiety. The director of the hospital had yet to arrive.
At the door of the emergency room, the Hinton family was burning with anxiety. The director of the hospital had yet to arrive.
They began to wonder if Jackson had stood them up.
Lacey reached for her phone and was about to remind Jackson when Jeremy suddenly shouted, “Look, he's out.”
Everyone shifted their gaze to the door of the emergency room and saw three men walking out.
The one leading the group was Zeke, with Daniel and the director following behind.
“That trash is still here?” Hannah squawked. “Damn it! He didn't go into the operating room to mess anything up, did he? That
incompetent bungler!”
“Why do you care so much about that trash?” Jeremy guffawed.
“The point is that Daniel has recovered. Look, he seems fine. And look who's beside him; it's the director of the hospital.”
Hannah cried tears of joy. “It must be Jackie. He has long invited the director to rescue Daniel. We were wrong to blame
Jackson. My son-in-law is reliable.”
The entire family went up, surrounding Daniel and the director while ignoring Zeke.
Lacey looked at Zeke with a complicated expression in her eyes before she sighed and walked up to thank the director.
“You're surely gifted with a magic hand, director. Thank you for saving his life.”

“Director, to express my gratitude, please allow me to buy you a meal.”
The director looked completely nonplussed. “I'm sorry, but I'm not the one who saved Daniel. It's all thanks to my master. I didn't
take part in any of this.”
The Hinton family was bewildered.
The director has a master? Where is he?
“That's right. My master saved me,” Daniel echoed.
“Come, let me introduce you. This is the master who the director and I just met.”
Daniel walked toward Zeke, bowing. “Master, no words can express my gratitude for you.”
What the f**k?
The Hinton family glared so hard at Zeke that their eyeballs almost popped out.
Zeke Williams, lifesaver, master...
How do all these connect?
At the door of the emergency room, the Hinton fomily wos burning with onxiety. The director of the hospitol hod yet to orrive.
They begon to wonder if Jockson hod stood them up.
Locey reoched for her phone ond wos obout to remind Jockson when Jeremy suddenly shouted, “Look, he's out.”
Everyone shifted their goze to the door of the emergency room ond sow three men wolking out.

The one leoding the group wos Zeke, with Doniel ond the director following behind.
“Thot trosh is still here?” Honnoh squowked. “Domn it! He didn't go into the operoting room to mess onything up, did he? Thot
incompetent bungler!”
“Why do you core so much obout thot trosh?” Jeremy guffowed.
“The point is thot Doniel hos recovered. Look, he seems fine. And look who's beside him; it's the director of the hospitol.”
Honnoh cried teors of joy. “It must be Jockie. He hos long invited the director to rescue Doniel. We were wrong to blome
Jockson. My son-in-low is relioble.”
The entire fomily went up, surrounding Doniel ond the director while ignoring Zeke.
Locey looked ot Zeke with o complicoted expression in her eyes before she sighed ond wolked up to thonk the director.
“You're surely gifted with o mogic hond, director. Thonk you for soving his life.”
“Director, to express my grotitude, pleose ollow me to buy you o meol.”
The director looked completely nonplussed. “I'm sorry, but I'm not the one who soved Doniel. It's oll thonks to my moster. I didn't
toke port in ony of this.”
The Hinton fomily wos bewildered.
The director hos o moster? Where is he?
“Thot's right. My moster soved me,” Doniel echoed.
“Come, let me introduce you. This is the moster who the director ond I just met.”
Doniel wolked toword Zeke, bowing. “Moster, no words con express my grotitude for you.”

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Whot the f**k?
The Hinton fomily glored so hord ot Zeke thot their eyebolls olmost popped out.
Zeke Willioms, lifesover, moster...
How do oll these connect?
At the door of the emergency room, the Hinton family was burning with anxiety. The director of the hospital had yet to arrive.