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.

inserting over twenty across the rest of the

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

that Frank saved a dying man within

not pale in comparison to

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

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

“You really are Dan Zimmer’s granddaughter… I would’ve died if not for you.” Janet smiled and shook her head–she

diagnose you correctly in the first place,

Frank was so young–he had never heard of a young man with such profound medicinal skills after reigning in Riverton for so

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