The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

As Frank drove, he glanced at Kat in the backseat. "Let's go to a hospital nearby."

"Hold up. When did you get so friendly with the Soranos, Master Lawrence?" Kat asked, not bothered by her injuries, moving about restlessly even though Helen told her not to move. "One of their retainers is my patient, that's all," Frank said.

Kat whistled, impressed. "That's so cool... I think I should give up on martial arts and pick up medicine!"

"Why don't you actually study properly first?" Frank shot her down, not holding back at all. "Medicine requires specialized knowledge, while you don't know a thing. Would you manage to learn anything at all?" "Hmph. More like you just don't want to teach me." Kat pouted, folding her arms before her chest.

Frank chuckled. "Fine, then let's give you a crash course. First, you will memorize the names and the properties of ten thousand medicinal herbs, and the effects if they were mixed together."

That was enough to give Kat a migraine, and she threw up her hands in resignation, while Helen hid a giggle.

They arrived at the emergency ward, and Frank was cleaning Kat's scratches when he saw an ambulance come bounding into the hospital compound.

"Make way, make way!"

hurriedly wheeling a man, whose face was covered in

fact, he was beaten up all over-he was a

"What?"

it was none of his business, when he

he recognized that it was

at the patient's face and

was Nash Yego,

his face too. "Didn't I send him to deliver the pills to Gus Zeller?

Lawrence? Why are