The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

"What..." Frank frowned. "Examination is vital in Draconian traditional medicine, and gloves aren't a part of it. I need direct contact to examine the patient's body temperature, skin texture, and other details to properly diagnose him—"

"Shut up!" Kendra clearly could not stand his long-winded explanation, almost spitting out her dentures. "Put those gloves on, or get out of here! We never asked for you! Some hillbilly like you doesn't get to touch my husband—I care for hygiene even if you don't!"

Frank almost snapped at Kendra's outburst.

He had every intention to help George, but his family repeatedly harassed him, clearly having no intention to let him live!

"Hmph."

He snorted, but decided to bear with it and put on the gloves for the sake of seeing Vicky.

"Now, now, Mr. Lawrence." Titus chuckled even as he put on the gloves. "You don't get to blame those gloves if you misdiagnose Mr. Turnbull."

traditional medicine doesn't even observe proper hygiene. How scandalous." Professor Roberts

George's eyelid and immediately saw the black dot

but without touching George directly, he had no

eyes, he put his fingers and felt George's pulse, and he scowled even as he

asked, "Your father's been sick

did a double take but shook his head. "No, it's

only fainted recently, didn't he?" Frank sneered. "If my hunch is right, he's been paralyzed and bedridden for half

"He was alive and kicking just

at Frank for his blunder right away. "Mysticism is really

"Hmph."