“Mr. Larson, is he cured?” Dr. Ellis carefully asked.

“No.” Matthew shook his head and replied, “This is just the start. I want to force this facial sore back into the internal organs.”

Dr. Ellis felt surprised. “Why does it need to be forced back there?”

Matthew glanced at Timothy and said, “He already has signs of liver cirrhosis, and he has severe kidney deficiency, persistent gastritis and had gastric perforation.

His heart is not in good condition and I estimate that he’ll need a stent in two years. If I can force the facial sore to release its essence in his organs, he will be cured of all his diseases!”

Dr. Ellis turned to look at Dr. York for confirmation. After all, Dr. York was Timothy’s personal doctor so Dr. York knew his medical conditions best.

Dr. York exclaimed in astonishment. “Mr. Larson, you’re absolutely right!”

Dr. Ellis couldn’t help but feel amazed. Even his master couldn’t tell a person’s medical condition just at a glance. After another ten minutes, the facial sore seemed to finally be unable to bear the pain and slowly shrunk backward.

really shrunk back!” Mrs. Wayne was overjoyed. “Mr.

yet!” Matthew replied as he shook his

 

Mrs. Wayne

as if the facial sore wanted to push through his stomach. It struggled desperately and its mouth

sore. The facial sore continued to struggle for three times before

hand and lifted him up while his left hand grabbed something that looked like weeds from his pocket and stuffed them into Timothy’s mouth. After that, he covered Timothy’s nose and mouth and forced him to swallow

the ground. Timothy rolled and struggled desperately on the ground as he roared like a beast, as if

Larson, is… my husband…” Mrs.

worry, it’s

eight minutes of pain and torture,

nodded and

an indescribable comfort. The old illnesses that

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