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There were just so many gaping holes on Frank's body that needed stitching, and all his internal organs were shot.

Along with his other injuries, Winter basically had to sew up a gunny sack filled with holes if she wanted to save Frank, and without filling those holes.

In his state, she would not be surprised if he stopped breathing the next instant.

In fact, she could only watch as Frank's breathing turned weak, clawing her own hair and almost suffering a breakdown. "What should I do, Frank?! What should I do?!" "Gurk..."

That was when Frank suddenly coughed violently and spat out a mouthful of black blood.

"Frank!"

Winter's eyes lit up in delight as she watched Frank open his eyes, rasping, "Winter..."

Seeing Winter was like a dream for Frank. She felt so close, yet so far.

the same time, his body was cumbersome, and he could

What should I do? Tell me how to save you! Please,

tears were falling on her fall head, leaving a chilly

it sounded far, as

did his best to raise his

he persisted and actually managed to

his own meridian nexus, his

"Oh? You're saying..."

acupoints Frank was pointing at,

to clear blockages

quicker if

the question boggled her mind, Winter was left staring at the box of needles, afraid

soon saw his vital signs turning weaker on

and pick

just a shot in the dark with the level of my

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