Gene worked hard for over a dozen minutes and suddenly yelled, “Argh!!!”
Rory and Zorn hurried toward the washroom, but Frank raised a hand, stopping them.
He walked up and knocked on the door with a smile. “How did it go, Mr. Pearce?”
“Mr. Lawrence, it’s amazing! Y-You’re…”
Gene had obviously seen what just came out of him and was left flabbergasted.
“Haha!” Frank chuckled. “I shall excuse myself now that you’re fine, Mr. Pearce… but may I ask when I could expect payment?”
“Tomorrow-wait, argh!!! No!!!! Mr. Lawrence, help… it’s the pain again! It’s worse! Argh!!!”
Frank had presumed that Gene was fine and was ready to leave, only for the man to start screaming again!
“What?!” He exclaimed in shock-did he miss something?
Without another word, he rushed into the washroom and found Gene leaning on the wall.
Gene still appeared weak, but he did not appear to be in pain like his screams suggested.
In fact, he had a finger on his lips-a gesture for Frank to stay silent.
Frank understood Gene’s plan right then, but one could expect nothing less from the richest man of the east coast.
The man was certainly sharp and was already planning to keep the two culprits outside in the dark of his recovery.
After all, they might start panicking and resort to desperate measures.
Gene then coughed in pain again, before bellowin in rage, “The pill doesn’t work at all! Did you think some laxative would do the trick?! A quack doctor, that’s what you are!”
It was certainly a weird feeling, unable to argue when being labeled a quack doctor.
Still, Frank shook his head at Gene’s pointed stare and shouted out loud, “I did my best, but I guess you’ve run out of luck seeing that my pill doesn’t work too. You’ll be dead tomorrow.”
“What?!” Gene bellowed. “Get out of here!”
“Hmph. Farewell!” Frank threw up his hands, confirming that the transfer was tomorrow with a look before kicking the door open and stormed out.
Naturally, Zorn and Rory were eavesdropping, and both traded a smile of relief to see Frank being chased out so miserably.
Clearly, Gene was not cured at all-he only stood up thanks to Frank’s medicine, but it was just a brief moment of respite.
Feeling confident right then, Rory scoffed at Frank. “I always knew you were a quack doctor. Honestly, what did Noel York ever see in you that she’d worship you so much? It’s such a pity-turns out she’s abad judge of character.”
The two-faced Zorn also cheerfully chimed in,
brougehe… You don’t have to
feel bad, Mr. Lawrence. We’ve
brought Gene to every doctor and healer in Draconia, but they can’t do a thing. Your failure isn’t
embarrassing at all.”
“Heh. Well, now that I’ve failed, he’ll be dead by tomorrow. You can start preparing his funeral now.”
Frank nodded at Zorn and left ‘impatiently’.
Zorn watched as Frank left, his lips curling into a sneer. “So, he’s done for tomorrow? Fate is really on my side…”
