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.”

coolly. "See? The professor isn't making excuses for his

retainers encircled Frank and did nothing else, since Glen would not go against Titus when he wanted the

cold storage case, he inserted it into a syringe while saying, "Thanks to the medical records the hospital provided, I've prepared three syringes of antidote

injected the green fluid into a vein on the wrist. "If only I was allowed to work sooner, the patient

is a scam, and I should never believe any of you

have to admit, Mr. Lawrence—Draconian traditional medicine is all just cheap

at Frank in disgust. "Look in the mirror—who do you think you are

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