The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

The Guardian’s Sword By Talking Cigarette Chapter 185

Chapter 185 Only those pharmaceutical tablet molds could make it so neat and uniform. However, even precision machines had a hard time achieving that with traditional patent herbal pills like pain–relieving pills. Sean was able to do it with just some primitive tools.

Homer was so impressed.

“Mr. Lennon, you really are a miracle doctor.

“I have never heard of your medical skills nor of this medicine–making technique.”

Homer closed the wooden box and put it down carefully. The surprise in his voice was unconcealed.

“It‘s just a simple trick.” Sean cupped his chin in his hand as he frowned slightly.

Homer was puzzled to see Sean like this.

Now that the pill was ready, why did Sean still look sad?

Homer looked at the wooden box on the table and asked.

“Mr. Lennon, is there a problem? “What exactly does this pi‘ do?” “It could get me back on my feet.”

Homer‘s eyes instantly widened as soon as he said that.

He had rarely talked about Sean‘s disability since they met.

After all, it was Sean‘s flaw.

However, Homer had kept himself busy these days. He had also looked into Sean‘s illness.

It was said that Willow had brought Sean to renowned doctors for two years without any success.

As a doctor himself, Sean did not solve the issue, leading Homer to think that Sean might never be able to get on his feet.

Homer was surprised to hear Sean say that.

up, but he

hands together, happy for

might not be as good as I

that while

body was

words, it was the ability to adapt. For example, the weather in the northeast region of Great Solaria

the same with

he might stand up today,

herbs that were old enough next time, it might not make any

was a little torn

his

“Well.”

had some knowledge about herbs. Homer pondered for a moment before suggesting “Well then, Mr. Lennon, why don‘t you put this pill away first? “I‘ll have someone search for

late for you to take it

it for a moment

all we can do for

At night.

finishing dinner. He no longer needed special needle treatment, so he had free

alone in the room, playing

and consume it. Then, he would resign

not efficient enough, it would make his body resistant to

back on his feet as long as

could not even get up, how could he make

dared not

had to find

“Whew!”

box and looked out the window at the night scene in

that happened these days

It was his habit.

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