“Buzz off.” Frank slapped Ferdy across the face right then and sent him flying.
Jim watched as the almost six-foot Ferdy shot six meters away and crashed into his own desk, breaking it.
“Impossible…” Ferdy mumbled repeatedly even as he collapsed on the floor.
“Sir, please… save my daughter…” Brenda was still begging repeatedly.
“Don’t worry,” Frank assured her. “She’ll be fine with me around.”
He began inserting the needles into the acupoints around Ava’s belly, and then took out a golden pill which he fed into Ava’s mouth. Jim somehow found the pill familiar. “Mr. Lawrence? What’s that?”
“An Ichor Pill,” Frank replied calmly without looking up.
However, the name alone left Jim freezing up in shock. “What? An Ichor Pill? For real?! And you just gave it off to some little girl?” “Some little girl?”
Frank looked up, snorting even as he leveled a look of annoyance at Jim even as he suffered a breakdown. “It’s my pill, and I can feed it to whomever I like. Or do I need your permission?”
“No, I…”
Jim was hyperventilating, barely stopping himself from telling Frank off.
This was squandering of the highest order!
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Jim had been learning medicine from his grandfather ever since a child and naturally had a trained eye.
He was at first unsure when he smelled the unusually pleasant scent of the Ichor Pill when Frank took it out. Still, he could determine that it was something special, as he quickly took note of the vibrant hue and brightness of the pill.
Before he had a closer look, however, Frank had already shoved the pill down Ava’s mouth… and now that Frank had told him what he was, he regretted not stopping Frank right then!
The Ichor Pill was a name he had read long ago in an old tome on traditional Draconian medicine.
The pill was said to treat internal conditions and purify blood vessels.
In fact, it was no exaggeration to say that it could raise the dead and refine the physicality of average Joes!
Jim finally realized why his grandfather held such deference to Frank-he was a healer, and a real one!
After all, not even his grandfather could get his hands on an Ichor Pill, let alone refine one!
With that in mind, Jim dropped to his knees with a loud thud, trembling even as he kowtowed to Frank three times, crying out in panic, “M-Mr. Lawrence! Your knowledge in medicine is sublime and a testament to traditional Draconian medicine! I was just too ignorant to realize… Please don’t hold it against me-”
“Alright, just get out of my way.” Frank waved him off in annoyance.
The patients watching were stunned.
This was Jim they were talking about! He was the successor to Abel Loggins, the most famous healer in Morhen!
Everyone present knew him, and yet a man of his authority was kowtowing to some youth they had never even met!
That certainly sent one’s imagination running wild….
“What?”
Ferdy, who had crashed through his own table, could feel his last shred of hope vaporizing as he watched Jim kowtowing to Frank.
He understood right then that Frank was more than what he seemed.
Worst of all, he had a bet with Frank-he was going to lose his job!
“I…”
Ferdy tried to speak even as endless regret welled up in him, the bone-piercing agony he felt just then leaving him paralyzed.
