“There’s no need to go that far,” Frank said slowly. “I’ll take your father’s pulse for now.” “Of course…”


    Kenny replied, and Frank walked up to Jenson, putting his fingers on thetter’s wrist and feeling his


    pulse.


    Soon, his brow furrowed, though he soon rxed before furrowing his brows again.


    The process kept repeating for a long while, until Rolf eventually had enough. “Are you really taking


    Uncle Jenson’s pulse, you brat?!”


    Jenson then assured him, “You have nothing to worry about, Mr. Lawrence. You may speak freely.”


    Frank slowly opened his eyes just then, and Kenny quickly asked, “How’s my father, Mr. Lawrence?”


    “His condition is very serious,” Frank replied. “He has sustained internal injuries from his youth, and he


    has been indulging in vices such as alcohol and smoking instead of cultivating his health. At seventy,


    he has basically reached the end of a normal lifespan.”


    “What?!” Kenny was left thunderstruck and stumbling backward, just as regret seized him. His father


    had indeed been indulgent, and he thought he should allow his father to be since he was already old.


    However, that indulgence was precisely why he could not be saved, not even by Frank.


    Beside them, Rolf snorted, not quite understanding why his cousin held Frank in such high regard–he


    was an embarrassment to Skyde Dojo!


    “I told you he can’t help,” he snorted. “And you didn’t believe me.”


    Frank shot him a look. “Did I ever say I can’t?”


    “What?! Mr. Lawrence, are you saying that you can help?” Kenny pressed, his eyes lighting up.


    “Yes, but acupuncture won’t work. Only an Ichor Pill would.”


    “That’s wonderful!” Kenny eximed before asking earnestly, “Can you sell one to me, Mr. Lawrence?


    We will pay you however much you want.‘


    Frank shook his head. “There is an ingredient I would need to make it—a wild panacea cap that is at


    least twenty years old. I can make it for you if you have it, but I can’t help you if you don’t.”


    “O–Of course we have it here!” Kenny eximed in delight. “It’s in our vault, and it’s even fifty years


    old.”


    “Oh, that’s perfect,” Frank nodded. “The older it is, the higher the medicinal value–the Ichor Pill would


    be even more stable with it.”


    “I see,” Kenny replied. “Doe with me, Mr. Lawrence. I’ll get it for you right now.”


    “Hold it!” Rolf suddenly bellowed, intercepting them while ring at Kenny in frustration. ” It’s a gift for


    the Kimmels, Kenny!”


    one who saved him at the time.”


    “For real?!” Rolf turned toward Frank in disbelief.


    “For real,” Kenny said and turned towards his father. “Dad, I know no one has been able to treat your


    condition, but why don’t we let Mr. Lawrence try?”


    Jenson had been staring at Frank for a while.


    The boy had remained perfectlyposed ever since he stepped through the front door, his gaze


    never darting around nervously. That confidence alone was not something average Joes would ever


    measure up to.


    Chuckling, he said, “I can see that you carry yourself with splendor, Mr. Lawrence. Well, since I’m dying


    anyway, what’s the harm in trying?


    “Don’t y around with your life, Dad!” Kenny cried right then.


    Beside him, Frank was a little surprised. Though it had been a while since he had practiced medicine,


    aside from his confidants, the elderly man before him was the first person who trusted a stranger like


    him.


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    “Fate is predetermined, my son. Words are just… words.” Jenson chuckled.


    Kenny turned toward Frank right then, his gaze awash with emotion. “Please, Mr. Lawrence— do your


    best to help my father. If you do, Skyde Dojo shall owe you an eternal debt!”