Female NovelDr. Jomer kept gloating. "In the end, Draconian traditional medicine is a weak copy of modernmedicine, imitating stuff like removing dead tissue and sewing open wounds. It's all just a scam." Whilethe other doctors nodded in agreement with Dr. Jomer, Dr. Brent frowned. "Just shut up and watchwhat that kid's up to." Dr. Jomer shook his head and clicked his tongue. "Probably someone with agrudge. I mean, hurting that poor man even after all that? I really pity the man..." Meanwhile, Frankplaced his needles beside Nash on the operating table-it was only up close that he saw the true extentof Nash's injuries. Nash's face was left completely and gruesomely disfigured, and his ribs were almostcompletely broken. None of his limbs were left whole and even stendons were cut.
It was utter savagery.
Frank actually felt the impulse to charge into Sorano Estate and find justice, but he could not—not untilhe saved Nash.
Shoving two Ichor Pills into Nash's mouth, he focused as he picked up his needles, sticking each intovarious spots across his veins, stimulating his body to effectively absorb the Ichor Pills.
Frank then generously infused copious amounts of pure vigor into Nash's body, mending his severedmuscles and veins just to quicken the healing process.
Slowly, Nash's mangled body showed signs of recovery-the Ichor Pill certainly deserved its name, fixingNash's broken ribs within minutes and his broken arms too.
The doctors all outside were looking on in shock.
Dr. Jomer, who had been especially dismissive earlier, was rubbing his eyes. He could not believe whathe was seeing from the electronic equipment monitoring Nash's condition! "What devilry is this... Onlyminutes have passed..." "How..." "It's a first fortoo... Is this the real Draconian traditional medicine? It'ssimply-" Before Dr. Brent could finish, a group of white-uniformed men pushed them away.
"Who are you people?" Dr. Brent quickly asked after a momentary surprise..
"I heard someone caused trouble here. Is that the one?" et An old man in a white suit and a sinistervisage strode up just then, glancing coldly at Frank in the operating room and then Brent. "Yeah, that'shim." Dr. Brent nodded stiffly.
u over UMS He could see now that these were elite Sorano bodyguards, and the old man leading themwas an elite martial artist.novelbin
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