Chapter 979
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…”
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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 some tendons 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.
Frank then generously infused copious amounts of pure vigor into Nash’s body, mending his severed muscles and veins just to quicken the healing process.
Slowly, Nash’s mangled body showed signs of recovery-the Ichor Pill certainly deserved its name, fixing Nash’s broken ribs within minutes and his broken arms too.
The doctors all outside were looking on in shock.
Dr. Jomer, 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 for me too… Is this the real Draconian traditional medicine? It’s simply-”
Before Dr. Brent could finish, a group of white-uniformed men pushed them away.
“Who are you people?” Dr. Brent quickly asked after a momentary surprise..
“I heard someone caused trouble here. Is that the one?”
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 at Dr. Brent.
“Yeah, that’s him.” Dr. Brent nodded stiffly.
He could see now that these were elite Sorano bodyguards, and the old man leading them was an elite martial artist.
“Hmph. Frank Lawrence…”
Surprisingly, the old man recognized Frank and sneered murderously. “You would’ve been fine strutting in Riverton… But you had to come to Morhen, and cause trouble on Sorano turf! I can’t even let it slide!”
The man was Ghent Loeb, a retainer of the Soranos.
He was with Gus Zeller and Willy Sorano when they attacked the Southstream Lanes, though he was upstairs, holding Gavin Lane and Mark Lane hostage.
He never showed his face, so Frank would not recognize him, but he was exceedingly familiar with Frank’s face.
He certainly remembered Frank well, too, because Gus had vouched for him.
