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.

the patient’s head before inserting over twenty across the rest of the patient’s body, making

man’s navel, reversing the flow of vigor, jolting the man awake, and making him

gaping, impressed that Frank saved

prowess would not pale in comparison

man hurried to the patient’s side, his

named Kurt Stinson–waved him

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

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

certainly surprised to find that Frank was so young–he had never heard of a young man with such profound medicinal skills after reigning