The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Dr. Jomer kept gloating. "In the end, Draconian traditional medicine is a weak copy of modern medicine, imitating stuff like removing dead tissue and sewing open wounds. It's all just a scam." While the other doctors nodded in agreement with Dr. Jomer, Dr. Brent frowned. "Just shut up and watch what that kid's up to."

Dr. Jomer shook his head and clicked his tongue. "Probably someone with a grudge. I mean, hurting that poor man even after all that? I really pity the man...'

Meanwhile, Frank placed his needles beside Nash on the operating table-it was only up close that he saw the true extent of Nash's injuries.

Nash's face was left completely and gruesomely disfigured, and his ribs were almost completely broken. None of his limbs were left whole and even some tendons were cut.

It was utter savagery.

Frank actually felt the impulse to charge into Sorano Estate and find justice, but he could not-not until he saved Nash.

Shoving two Ichor Pills into Nash's mouth, he focused as he picked up his needles, sticking each into various spots across his veins, stimulating his body to effectively absorb the Ichor Pills.

then generously infused copious amounts of pure vigor into Nash's body, mending

mangled body showed signs of recovery-the Ichor Pill certainly deserved its name, fixing Nash's broken ribs within minutes

doctors all outside were looking on in

Jomer, who had been especially dismissive earlier, was rubbing his eyes. He could not believe what he

"How..."

me too... Is this the real Draconian

Dr. Brent could finish, a group

Dr. Brent quickly

someone caused trouble here.