As Glen reared his chin at Frank hostilely, Titus strode up.

"Wait, Mr. Turnbull.” He chuckled coolly. "Frank Lawrence can wait, now that Professor Roberts has seen how pointless Draconia traditional medicine is. Time to show Mr. Lawrence what proper experts can do—it won't be too late to kill him after.”

That was exactly what he wanted—to beat Frank physically and psychologically, just to wipe that smug grin off his face and make him kneel before him.

"Are you done talking?" Professor Roberts asked, already impatient.

"Yeah." Glen nodded. "Please help my father.”

professor isn't making excuses for his

Frank and did nothing else, since Glen would not go against

his briefcase. Pulling a green tube from a cold storage case, he inserted it into a syringe while saying,

vein on the wrist. "If only I was allowed to work sooner,

young man—you only proved that Draconian traditional medicine is a scam, and I should never

and joined in. "You have to admit, Mr. Lawrence—Draconian traditional medicine is all just cheap tricks to

Kendra glared at Frank in disgust. "Look in the mirror—who do you think you are to offer medical treatment to

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