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.

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

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

that Frank saved a dying

medicinal prowess would not pale in comparison to

Are you okay? How are you feeling?” The burly man hurried to the

named Kurt Stinson–waved him

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

at Frank, she said, “You misunderstand, Mr. Stinson. That gentleman was the one 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 cause. It was also his treatment that saved

certainly surprised to find that Frank was so young–he had never heard of a