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..." Meanwhile, Frank


    ced 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 leftpletely and gruesomely disfigured, and his ribs were almost


    completely broken. None of his limbs were left whole and even stendons 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, stimting 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.


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    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 fortoo... 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?" et An old man in a white suit and a sinister


    visage strode up just then, ncing coldly at Frank in the operating room and then Brent. "Yeah, that''s


    him." Dr. Brent nodded stiffly.


    u over UMS He could see now that these were elite Sorano bodyguards, and the old man leading them


    was an elite martial artist.


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