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.

before inserting over twenty across the

man’s navel, reversing the flow of vigor, jolting the man awake, and making him cough up a mouthful of clotted

left gaping, impressed that Frank saved

medicinal prowess would not pale in comparison to

burly man hurried to the patient’s side, his jaw hanging

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

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 Kurt, and she was

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

find that Frank was so young–he had never heard of a young man with such