FreeNovelGlen then leaned in to speak into his mother's ear, saying, "This is also our chance—we can pin blon Frank so that Vicky hates him, and we have more reason to stand against him." Kendra's frown eased right then, and she nodded. "Good. We will go with that!" Frank could hear them whispering to each other and knew right away what they were intending.
Though he did not care, he was still frustrated nonetheless.
If Kendra had allowed him to touch her husband in the first place, he did not need to resort to tricks to get the details from them, and he would have been able to diagnose George more accurately.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtStill, he had deduced that George was infected by an earwig from the South Sea.
It was not a particularly profound technique, but once the earwig's eggs were consumed, the eggs would hatch into larvae with certain medicine or martial techniques.
With that, the larvae would reproduce within the victim's innards, building hives and eventually devouring their insides clean.
At the moment, the eggs in George were still incubating, so he could still be saved.
And now that he was not held back, Frank whipped out over a dozen needles and breathed a puff over the needles.
He launched each of them into George's body with inch precision, his movement so smooth that Professor Roberts actually gasped and murmured to himself in surprise, "Draconian... martial arts?" "Bringsof the deer musk." Frank turned toward Kendra.
Kendra was certainly displeased with being ordered around, but she remembered George's plan and had a servant fetch the deer musk.
"Well, it's fine." Frank said after taking a sniff and picked up a pinch.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWith his vigor, he melted it, and everyone in the room could smell the sweetness right then.
"Go," he snapped. He combined the melted deer musk he drew out into a paste and molded it into a pill. which he shoved right away into George's mouth.
"Hey!" Kendra was about to snap as Frank shoved the unknown green-black pill down her husband's throat.
Still, Glen held her back, and she panted a long while to calm herself while cursing her under her breath, "Whippersnapper. If you feed him sweirdness, | will skin you!" Smack! Smack! Smack! His fingers charged with pure vigor, he struck George's acupoints from a distance up to eight times before turning toward the others, relieved.
"Ten minutes. Mr. Turnbull will wake up by then," he told them.
His confident assurance left Titus hesitant—could the bastard actually succeed?! On the other hand, Professor Roberts shook his head, skeptical as ever. "Draconian traditional medicine in treatment? Really?" "Let's just wait for ten minutes and see," Glen said.
As tpassed, Frank's brow creased.
"What's going on here?" He was puzzled—did he make a mistake, or perhaps his medicine was not strong enough?
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