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    "Hehe..."


    Winter hid a smile behind her hand, not at all surprised. "Like I said, Frank is the best healer in Draconia right now. There''s nothing he can''t diagnose."


    "Mr. Lawrence... you have such profound insight," the soldier who was driving said vaguely, as if not keen to be reminded of his hip injury. "Steady. Just don''t move," Frank said and poked the soldier''s hip, infusing him with a strand of pure vigor.


    The soldier immediately felt as if he was bathing in hot water, rxing his hip-a feeling that he had not had for years.


    Frank soon withdrew his finger and patted that spot. "There. Done."


    "Wait, what?"


    The soldier almost winced by instinct, because his hip hurt terribly whenever it was touched.


    But now, Frank was basically smacking it... and he was perfectly fine and did not feel any difort at all!


    "My hip..."


    The soldier brought the buggy to a screeching halt before turning in shock toward his hip.


    He first poked it before smacking it as he eximed, "H-How did you do it? I''ve visited so many hospitals and taken so much medicine, but nothing worked! Why-"


    "The blunt trauma you suffered left your meridians misshapen," Frank replied nonchntly. "I simply restored them to their original state." Hearing that, the soldier dropped to his knees, kowtowing to Frank twice.


    "Tim Cox, at your humble service," he said, rubbing his eyes and almost shedding manly tears. "I... I can''t repay you enough..."


    "That''s enough. It''s really nothing-you don''t have to be that serious."


    Frank was actually surprised that such devoted gratitude woulde from assistance given as an afterthought and felt embarrassed just then. "Eric Holt, at your service!"


    The other soldier saluted Frank too. "It seems I must believe your sister now, Mr. Lawrence! Thank you for helping my friend!"C0pyright ? 2024 N?v)(elDrama.Org.


    Still, he soon hung his head with a troubled look. "Maybe, if it''s you... You could help the governor too..."


    "What was that?"


    Frank could certainly hear Eric muttering.


    "What?"


    Eric looked up and quickly threw his hands up while shing an apologetic smile. "Oh! It''s nothing. We should keep going-" "What do you mean nothing?!"


    Frank''s visage was at once icy, smacking the handrail of the buggy as he snapped, "What''s happening to my grandfather?! Be honest!" "Oh... It''s really nothing, sir. The governor just has a little cold..."


    Feeling guilty, Eric turned toward Frank to find him ring at him, clearly not about to be denied.


    "Oh, alright!"


    Seeing that there was no fooling Frank, Eric cursed his fat mouth.


    He looked around and made sure no


    around


    one else was near before


    whispering, "You see, Governor Quilt has suffered from a lingering


    condition after that battle three ne


    decades ago, but it did not re up until recently..."


    Frank frowned. "Lingering condition?"


    "Mr. Lawrence, please!"


    S


    On the other hand, Tim, who


    received Frank''s grace, was growling


    through his teeth, "I can see that


    you''re a man of integrity, so I will tell you even if it might mean being silenced.


    "We''re aware that Gero Quill''s eldest son, Rex Quill, has been nning something recently. When weter heard about Governor Quill''s failing health, we knew that it must have something to do with Rex!"