If Ava really took anything on the list, her condition would deteriorate.No one could tell what would happen at that point.Frank crumpled the prescription list right then and threw it into a nearby trash can. "No, you can't let her drink it. It'd just make your daughter's illness worse!""What?" Brenda was left stunned."Pfft—"Jim snickered nearby, and pointed at Ava, who was still crying herself hoarse in Brenda's arms, shaking his head and smiling. "Grandpa, that's your mentor? Have you gotten senile? The girl's clearly having a cold with her intermittent coughs and stiffened vessels. And see how she keeps touching her neck? Her throat is affected too—there's no question that it's a cold, and a serious one at that."He paused for a moment to laugh. "And that man is saying it's a heat condition? That's your mentor, Grandpa? Are you kidding me?""Huh…" Abel actually agreed with his grandson, as he could not see what made Frank diagnose the girl with a heat illness."Where di
Spreading his arms invitingly, Ferdy gloated at Frank. "Come on, tell us who you are! I'd like to see which famous university or mentor you learned from!"Frank inhaled sharply and spoke as everyone looked on. "So in your eyes, the number of patients, your salary, and your honors are what makes a good doctor?"Ferdy leveled Frank a look of disdain as if he was braindead. "What, am I wrong?""You're wrong," Frank said staunchly. "Doctors care more about saving lives and curing illness. And they do that by diagnosing them correctly, and then applying the simplest, most effective cure. You, on the other hand…" Frank grabbed the prescription list he threw in the trash can and flung it at Ferdy, snapping coldly, "You're no doctor. You're just yet another businessman! Even if the girl only needs a prescription for a cold like you said, all it takes is just basic cold medicine. But that wasn't what you prescribed—everything you listed here is the most expensive item, and I'm guessing you
Ava was hesitant. "But that man said…"Brenda snapped, "Don't worry about him. He's crazy."Once she made sure Ava finished her bowl of medicinal soup, she carried Ava and left without a care.While Frank shook his head exasperatedly as he looked on, Ferdy was grinning smugly."Time to go, Mr. Nutjob, or we'll make you." The towering security guards strode up around Frank, surrounding him.At the same time, Abel glanced coldly at his grandson. "Jim, you have some explaining to do."Jim bit his lip. "Don't worry, Grandpa. I'm on it."After all, Frank's diagnosis aside, he was still absolutely right about Ferdy forcing patients to purchase expensive medicine.It was clear he had built a profit chain in Loggins Apothecary.Even Jim was caught off guard since he had never expected this—what Ferdy did was undoubtedly a slap to his face, since he had hired Ferdy.At the same time, Abel walked up to the security guards, frowning as he snapped, "That's enough. Unhand Mr. Lawrence n
"Whatever I do is none of your business." Frank snorted.He could not care less about Ferdy. Not only was he lacking as a doctor, but his only concern was also money and his own vanity—there was no virtue of a traditional Draconian healer in him at all."You have a problem with me?" Ferdy scowled, seeing that Frank remained ever pompous."Calm down, Ferdy. He's not worth it." Jim quickly tried to smooth things over just as they were about to get out of hand again.This was his family's business, and any trouble here reflected badly on them."I'd be straightening you out if not for Jim." Ferdy pointed at Frank as he snapped, his fingers almost touching Frank's face. "Do you really think you're tough? Strutting around when you don't even have a medical license?"Frank still ignored him, standing impassively with his eyes fixed on the front entrance, as if waiting."Whatever." Seeing that Frank remained unresponsive, Abel sighed and said, "I'll be waiting inside, Mr. Lawrence."
Ferdy soon dismissed the idea that he might have made a mistake.He definitely did not make a mistake—the woman's daughter had a cold."Fine!" He sneered, nodding at Frank and taking up his bet.Though he had nothing else to say anyway, he hurried back to his office, somehow feeling a little guilty…-After Ferdy left, Jim said, "I can see that you're right about Ferdy prescribing expensive medicine to patients who don't really need it. We will deal with it accordingly."Pausing, he then asked, "Why do you insist that the girl has a heat condition? Even my grandfather couldn't tell.""Of course he couldn't." Frank kept his eyes on the entrance, his tone flat as he spoke. "The female physique is inherently cooler. But since it's her lungs that are inflamed, and the fact that she's born flat-footed is a combination of coincidences that makes it look like a common cold.""Flat-footed?"Jim was left musing for a while, but he had not the faintest idea what flat-footedness had to
"Buzz off." Frank slapped Ferdy across the face right then and sent him flying.Jim watched as the almost six-foot Ferdy shot six meters away and crashed into his own desk, breaking it."Impossible…" Ferdy mumbled repeatedly even as he collapsed on the floor."Sir, please… save my daughter…" Brenda was still begging repeatedly."Don't worry," Frank assured her. "She'll be fine with me around."He began inserting the needles into the acupoints around Ava's belly, and then took out a golden pill which he fed into Ava's mouth.Jim somehow found the pill familiar. "Mr. Lawrence? What's that?""An Ichor Pill," Frank replied calmly without looking up.However, the name alone left Jim freezing up in shock. "What? An Ichor Pill? For real?! And you just gave it off to some little girl?""Some little girl?"Frank looked up, snorting even as he leveled a look of annoyance at Jim even as he suffered a breakdown. "It's my pill, and I can feed it to whomever I like. Or do I need your permi
Ferdy could not even crawl over to Frank and beg!At the same time, Frank infused an iota of his pure vigor into Ava's chest and belly to stimulate her internal organs."Blargh!" She suddenly coughed out a mouthful of blood.While Brenda's face paled at the sight, Frank assured her, "Don't worry, she's fine."Soon, Ava stirred."Oh, my baby! You gave me such a scare!" Brenda exclaimed with tears of joy and held Ava firmly in her arms as she thanked Frank repeatedly. "Thank you so much… That quack doctor would have killed my dear Ava if not for you."Jim stood as he watched Brenda rummaging through her purse, his cheeks stiffening.Each Ichor Pill was priceless. If one had to rate its value, it would be ten million dollars… and that was the lower estimation.While Jim was left troubled, Frank smiled, shaking his head. "My consultation fee is not exactly cheap.""T-Then… How much is it?" Brenda stopped rummaging her purse, obviously not a rich person. "Ten million dollars,"
Frank soon arrived at the back and stepped inside a detached house to meet the patient from an illustrious family.He soon saw that the patient—who was sipping tea leisurely at the guest room—was a familiar face."It's really been a while, Mr. Lawrence." Gus Zeller nodded in greeting.The man was with Willy Sorano when they attacked the Southstream Lanes, and he was now stroking his beard while smiling at Frank. "I'm surprised you've come all this way to Morhen. May I ask what the purpose of your trip is?"Though his attitude was a stark contrast to when they first met, Frank shook his head. "Just a little personal errand."Then, turning toward Abel, Frank asked quietly, "Could this be the patient you mentioned?"Yes." Abel nodded and smiled, seeing that they were already acquainted. "I guess this is what they call fate. "Frank said nothing—he actually had a bad impression of Gus since he was a member of the Sorano family.Both the sons of the Soranos' leader, be it Hubert Sor