As Glen reared his chin at Frank hostilely, Titus strode up.

"Wait, Mr. Turnbull." He chuckled coolly. "Frank Lawrence can wait, now that Professor Roberts has seen how pointless Draconia traditional medicine is. Time to show Mr. Lawrence what proper experts can do —it won't be too late to kill him after."

That was exactly what he wanted—to beat Frank physically and psychologically, just to wipe that smug grin off his face and make him kneel before him.

"Are you done talking?" Professor Roberts asked, already impatient.

"Yeah." Glen nodded. "Please help my father."

snorted coolly. "See? The professor isn't making excuses

the Turnbulls and Lionhearts' retainers encircled Frank and did nothing else, since

he inserted it into a syringe while saying, "Thanks to

only I was allowed to work sooner, the patient would be spared

and snorted. "Thank you, young man—you only proved that Draconian traditional medicine is a scam, and I should never believe any of

a vein bulging

traditional medicine is all just cheap tricks to deceive fools. But

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