Xena relaxed in that instant. She'd thought Felix was secretly some powerful medical practitioner—if that were the case, she wouldn't have known how to feel about the situation. Now, the secret was out.

She herself was a martial arts master, so she understood what Winston meant. "So, that's what it's like. You guys have taken the wrong path over the years, so it's no wonder your wife hasn't gotten better. Indeed, that's not something a doctor can cure. Only martial artists can do it."

Winston went along with her and said, "Yes, exactly. I didn't expect Mr. Zeller to be a martial arts master at such a young age."

Her gaze turned disdainful. "A master?"

How could ordinary people understand the world of martial arts? Perhaps Felix had actually reached the level of a martial artist, but how powerful could he be?

In her eyes, he'd only gone from being a small-town doctor to a martial artist who wasn't half bad. It didn't make him that much worthier.

"Where's the Miracle Card?" she as