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."

The professor isn't making excuses for his

the same time, the Turnbulls and Lionhearts' retainers encircled Frank and did nothing else, since Glen would not go against Titus

a green tube from a cold storage case, he inserted it into a syringe while saying, "Thanks to the medical records the hospital provided, I've prepared three syringes of antidote

fluid into a vein on the wrist. "If only I was allowed to work sooner, the patient would

Frank, he shook his head and snorted. "Thank you, young man—you only proved that Draconian traditional medicine is

bulging over

laughed and joined in. "You have to admit, Mr. Lawrence—Draconian traditional medicine is all just cheap tricks to

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