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.

generously infused copious amounts of pure vigor into Nash's body, mending his severed muscles and veins just to quicken the healing

its name, fixing Nash's broken

doctors all outside were looking

could not believe what he was seeing from the electronic equipment monitoring Nash's condition! "What devilry is this... Only

"How..."

me too... Is this the real Draconian

finish, a group of white-uniformed

are you people?" Dr. Brent

trouble here. Is that