The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

Dr. Jomer kept gloating. "In the end, Draconian traditional medicine is a weak copy of modern medicine, imitating stuff like removing dead tissue and sewing open wounds. It's all just a scam." While the other doctors nodded in agreement with Dr. Jomer, Dr. Brent frowned. "Just shut up and watch what that kid's up to." Dr. Jomer shook his head and clicked his tongue. "Probably someone with a grudge. I mean, hurting that poor man even after all that? I really pity the man..." Meanwhile, Frank placed his needles beside Nash on the operating table-it was only up close that he saw the true extent of Nash's injuries. Nash's face was left completely and gruesomely disfigured, and his ribs were almost completely 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 until he saved Nash.

Shoving two Ichor Pills into Nash's mouth, he focused as he picked up his needles, sticking each into various spots across his veins, stimulating his body to effectively absorb the Ichor Pills.

amounts of pure vigor into Nash's body, mending his severed muscles and veins just to quicken the healing

Pill certainly deserved its name, fixing Nash's broken ribs within minutes and his broken arms

all outside were

who had been especially dismissive earlier, was rubbing his eyes. He could not believe what he was seeing from the electronic equipment monitoring Nash's condition! "What devilry is this... Only minutes have passed..." "How..." "It's a first fortoo... Is this the real Draconian traditional

you people?" Dr. Brent quickly

heard someone caused trouble here. Is that the one?" et An old man in a white suit and a sinister visage strode up just then, glancing coldly at Frank in the operating room and then Brent. "Yeah, that's him." Dr.