Female Novel
Chapter 94
Chapter 94
Frank really despised oblivious people who kept running their mouths while he was trying to save one.novelbin
It:
was certainly not helpful for the ice–cold mind a healer needed.
The burly man would retort, but Frank’s icy glare left him flinching, with a chill running down his
spine.
He promptly withdrew the words on the tip of his tongue as well, even though he was a veteranmember of the reigning gang of East City.
He just
had the feeling that Frank was not bluffing–if he really breathed another word, Frank would really killhim.
Meanwhile, since the burly man stopped talking, Frank turned and drew out the silver needles broughtto him.
He ran the first into the center spot on top of the patient’s head before inserting over twenty across therest of the patient’s body, making him look like a porcupine.
Then, Frank pressed his entire palm over the man’s navel, reversing the flow of vigor, jolting the manawake, and making him cough up a mouthful of clotted blood!
“Woah…” Janet was left gaping, impressed that Frank saved a dying man within minutes.
His medicinal prowess would not pale in comparison to her grandfather’s!
“Boss… Are you okay? How are you feeling?” The burly man hurried to the patient’s side, his jawhanging open and his earlier angsty expression gone.
The patient a middle–aged man named Kurt Stinson–waved him off, gesturing that he was fine.
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He slowly looked up and nodded at Janet when he saw her. “You really are Dan Zimmer’sgranddaughter… I would’ve died if not for you.”
Janet smiled and shook her head–she was not the one who saved Kurt, and she was not about toclaim credit for that accomplishment.
Pointing at Frank, she said, “You misunderstand, Mr. Stinson. That gentleman was the one who savedyou, not me. To be honest, I failed to diagnose you correctly in the first place, but Mr. Lawrence waswise and found the precise cause. It was also his treatment that saved you.”
Kurt did a double take and turned toward Frank, studying him for a while.
He was certainly surprised to find that Frank was so young–he had never heard of a young man withsuch profound medicinal skills after reigning in Riverton for so long.
“May I have the honor of your name, sir?” he asked.
“Frank Lawrence.”
“What’s with that attitude, kiddo?!” The burly man from before was immediately annoyed.
Kurt promptly shot him a look. “Be quiet, Bravo,”
Bravo promptly behaved, while Kurt smiled as he took out a check from his pocket and wrote down anumber.
“This is a little token of my gratitude for saving me, Mr. Lawrence. Please take it,” Kurt said, stuffing thecheck into Frank’s hand and clearly not permitting refusal.
Frank looked closely and saw that it was a million dollars!
“In that case, I will accept it,” he said.
“It’s only right, Mr. Lawrence.” Kurt smiled. “Also, may I ask what caused my condition?”
“Stellar Wormwood,” Frank replied bluntly. “It’s a poisonous herb.”
Kurt was taken aback. “Does that mean I was poisoned?”
Frank nodded confidently. “That would be the case, unless you ate it for fun.”