"What..." Frank frowned. "Examination is vital in Draconian traditional medicine, and gloves aren't a part of it. I need direct contact to examine the patient's body temperature, skin texture, and other details to properly diagnose him—"

"Shut up!" Kendra clearly could not stand his long-winded explanation, almost spitting out her dentures. "Put those gloves on, or get out of here! We never asked for you! Some hillbilly like you doesn't get to touch my husband—I care for hygiene even if you don't!"

Frank almost snapped at Kendra's outburst.

He had every intention to help George, but his family repeatedly harassed him, clearly having no intention to let him live!

"Hmph."

He snorted, but decided to bear with it and put on the gloves for the sake of seeing Vicky.

"Now, now, Mr. Lawrence." Titus chuckled even as he put on the gloves. "You don't get to blame those gloves if you misdiagnose Mr. Turnbull.”

hygiene. How scandalous..." Professor Roberts sighed,

he gently lifted George's eyelid and immediately saw

bug?" he thought right then, but without touching George directly, he had no way of determining

and felt George's pulse, and he scowled

father's been sick for a while, hasn't

take but shook his head. "No,

he?" Frank sneered. "If my hunch is right, he's been paralyzed and bedridden

alive and kicking just

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