Frank expected George to awaken in under five minutes with his treatment, with the scarab eggs in his gut purged.

He said ten minutes just so that he had time to spare—everyone's constitution was different, and it was his style to be conservative.

However, it was soon ten minutes, but George was not showing signs of recovering, and his cheeks were still darkened.

Frank checked the pill he made and eventually came to a frustrating conclusion. "Wait... Could they be lying to me?"

If they were lying, his diagnosis would be inaccurate and his solution incorrect.

If that was really the case, his treatment would be meaningless in a minor case, but George could get killed if it was serious.

anything, Glen raised his wrist pointedly to check his Patek Philippe and shook his

'doctor' to add insult to injury.

but otherwise said nothing, his disdain all too

keep waiting? What if it eventually works?" Titus winked at Frank sarcastically.

Turnbull, were you really giving me the right information? Was your husband really still, and I quote, 'alive and kicking' last

Kendra snapped back, but her gaze was evasive from guilt. Still, she was not about to yield to

me? You have no right! No." she exclaimed but quickly switched gears. "Why should I tell you anything? Who do you think

almost snapped right

hated two things the most—the first being patients who hid symptoms out of misplaced pride,

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