The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frank really despised oblivious people who kept running their mouths while he was trying to save one.

It:

was certainly not helpful for the ice–cold mind a healer needed.

The burly man would retort, but Frank’s icy glare left him flinching, with a chill running down his spine.

He promptly withdrew the words on the tip of his tongue as well, even though he was a veteran member of the reigning gang of East City.

He just had the feeling that Frank was not bluffing–if he really breathed another word, Frank would really kill him.

Meanwhile, since the burly man stopped talking, Frank turned and drew out the silver needles brought to him.

ran the first into the center spot on top of the patient’s head before inserting over twenty across the

over the man’s navel, reversing the flow of vigor,

impressed that Frank saved a dying man within

pale in comparison to

hurried to the patient’s side, his jaw hanging open

middle–aged man named Kurt Stinson–waved him off, gesturing

up and nodded at Janet when he saw her. “You really are Dan Zimmer’s granddaughter… I would’ve died if not for you.” Janet smiled and shook her head–she was not the one who saved

who saved you, not me. To be honest, I failed to diagnose you correctly in the first place, but Mr. Lawrence was wise and found the precise

Frank was so young–he had never heard of a young man with such profound medicinal skills