"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
Gus laughed. "Haha. I definitely wouldn't lie to you, Mr. Lawrence."Suddenly, Frank found Gus' attitude toward him weird. After all, Gus should be on the Soranos' side and therefore hostile toward Frank. After all, half the reason Zam Sorano was killed was because of Frank. And yet, Gus was not showing any enmity toward Frank now—if anything, he was exceedingly polite, even kind, as if he were just an ordinary younger man."How did you sustain your injury, Mr. Zeller?" he asked nonetheless.Gus smiled. He could tell that Frank's question was clearly loaded and simply admitted, "I was ambushed one night, leaving my organs and meridian nexus in pieces. Thankfully, someone saved me from the ruins." "Someone saved you?" Frank repeated softly."Yes." Gus' gaze turned distant in recollection. "It was a young girl… a kind one. She fed me a golden pill that saved my life, even helping me improve to Ascendant rank."Pausing, he chuckled. "While my life and cultivation was saved, I was
"I see."Frank finally understood how Ciaran survived the siege of Mystic Sky Sect thanks to Gus' tale—Gus himself protected her.But in the end, Ciaran fled abroad and learned the insect hex techniques of Talnam, which now appeared to be caused by trauma.It left him hesitant too—what if Gus found out that the infamous South Sea Crow was that kind girl who saved his life? What would he think?"Like I said, I owe Mystic Sky Sect my life." Gus sighed. "It's a debt I can never pay."Frank waited for a moment before speaking quietly, "It seems that you have seen through me. I must also thank you for not telling anyone, since no one in Morhen seems aware."Gus smiled and raised a palm. "It's really nothing."Frank's gaze turned milder too. "Though we stand apart, I'll treat you to escorting my fellow apprentice to safety. But if we have to fight again… Don't expect me to hold back."Gus chuckled bitterly in turn. "You're really merciless, Mr. Lawrence."Frank shrugged. "Anyway, I'
Abel stopped Frank, smiling confidently. "This is Morhen, Mr. Lawrence, and I've been working here in Morhen for decades. I can't promise you that I can get you anything amazing, but decades and even centuries old natural wonders are not a problem at all. Just leave it to me!"If anything, Abel and Jim were hesitant because Frank's request was too simple, leaving them at a loss. After all, they were ready for Frank to demand something outrageous."Good." Frank nodded, agreeing to the offer and feeling assured.As he left, Abel watched him and sighed in relief, smiling. "He's as noble as he is generous…""Yeah." Jim nodded but soon turned worriedly toward his grandfather with a frown. "What about the Soranos, Gramps?"Abel laughed exasperatedly. "Don't think I can't see through your schemes, brat. That's why you wanted Mr. Lawrence to list his name with us, didn't you?"Turning and giving Jim a solemn look, he said, "I know. The Soranos are pulling all stops to get involved in the