Frank saw no harm in making the trip.
He did not have anything else on his plate at the moment. All he was doing was waiting for Ciaran Zobel to make contact, and she would not be doing so anytime soon.
Most importantly… Frank could hear the quiet footsteps shuffling toward his room.
Naturally, it was none other than Kat.
And with Helen staying in the next room at the moment, what else could happen if Helen caught them?
Pausing for a moment, Frank then leapt to his feet, teasing Abel, “You know you’ll need to pay a consultation fee if you ask me to make a trip like that, Mr. Loggins.”
“No problem!” Abel assured him-he was more concerned that Frank would say no.
Not only was Frank’s abilities as a healer profound, but Abel had to bother him on two occasions already.
It was almost common for the best in any business to develop eccentricities, and asking too many favors like Abel had would upset them soon enough. If they were short-tempered, they would be snapping at him already.
Anything could happen, and he still would not dare to say a word.
Moreover, his patient today was exceedingly important-Abel really would not have come to bother Frank otherwise.
However, it was clear that he had been paranoid-Frank proved far more agreeable than Abel had imagined, which reminded Abel of a certain line he
read in a traditional Draconian medicine text: May the bottles on the shelf gather dust, lest there be maladies left in this world.
Abel looked around at his apothecary, which was a lot grander than necessary, and felt a pang of guilt just then.
“Mr. Lawrence truly is a testament to our kind, and yet he willingly remains anonymous. I, on the other hand, would flaunt my shallow knowledge of traditional Draconian medicine so readily, even building an apothecary and building a dynasty. For shame…”
On the other end, Kat opened the door and strode into Frank’s room, but he was already gone, leaving the window open and the curtains bellowing.
“What?!” she exclaimed as she ran up to the window and found Frank already in his Maserati. “Hey! Wait for me, Master Lawrence-”
Frank, however, already sped off at top speed, leaving Kat stamping her feet. “Why are you avoiding me? I hate you!”
Naturally, she had no choice but to return to her room.
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Frank soon reached the address Abel gave him. It was an apothecary at the inner reaches of North Morhen.
The signboard ‘Loggins Apothecary’ that hung overhead was very conspicuous, and one could smell the scent of medicinal herbs down the street.
It stuck out against the modern architecture of the towering buildings around it but somehow it appeared more peaceful than the rest.
It was noon at the moment, and there were plenty of people working inside and out busily.
As Frank arrived at the entrance, a young man in glasses who was waiting checked a photo before hurrying inside. “He’s here, Grandpa!”
“Really?” Abel’s eyes lit up in excitement.
He was the one who had his grandson Jim wait outside to receive Frank.
After all, Abel was Frank’s student. Even if Frank did not particularly enjoy complicated formalities, Abel should show him due respect.
