The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"Hehe..."

Winter hid a smile behind her hand, not at all surprised. "Like I said, Frank is the best healer in Draconia right now. There's nothing he can't diagnose."

"Mr. Lawrence... you have such profound insight," the soldier who was driving said vaguely, as if not keen to be reminded of his hip injury.

"Steady. Just don't move," Frank said and poked the soldier's hip, infusing him with a strand of pure vigor.

The soldier immediately felt as if he was bathing in hot water, relaxing his hip-a feeling that he had not had for years.

Frank soon withdrew his finger and patted that spot. "There. Done."

"Wait, what?"

The soldier almost winced by instinct, because his hip hurt terribly whenever it was touched.

But now, Frank was basically smacking it... and he was perfectly fine and did not feel any discomfort at all!

"My hip..."

a screeching halt before turning

and taken so much medicine, but nothing worked! Why-" "The blunt trauma you suffered left your meridians misshapen," Frank replied nonchalantly. "I simply restored them

the soldier dropped to his knees, kowtowing to

Cox, at your humble service," he said, rubbing his eyes and almost shedding manly tears. "I...

don't have

surprised that such devoted gratitude would come from assistance given as an afterthought and felt

soldier saluted Frank too. "It seems I must believe your sister now, Mr. Lawrence! Thank you for helping

he soon hung his head with a troubled look. "Maybe, if it's you... You could help the governor

"What was that?"

certainly hear Eric

"What?"

his hands up while flashing an apologetic smile. "Oh! It's nothing. We should keep

happening to my grandfather?!