Ch. 881..890

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 881-Frank scowled and barked, "I won't say a word if you're insulting me alone, but you are insulting Draconian tradition, and I must set the record straight."

He learned medicine from Mystic Sky Sect, and it was the most orthodox and oldest discipline in Draconia.

And what were the medicine men from abroad doing while Draconia medicine was already saving lives? Their solution for clubfoot back then was amputation, and without anesthetic, leaving the patient's up to fate! And now they were belittling Draconian tradition?

However, Frank's reaction was exactly what Titus wanted.

He had certainly been humiliated in Riverton, and had not the guts to tell his family what happened.

But now that he ran into Frank in Morhen, he would properly show him.

He would return his humiliation at Frank's hands by a hundredfold, and hurting his pride was just the first step.

As the heir of the Lionhearts, he had seen as many maladies as healers. Even Abel Loggins—the best healer in Morhen—only amounted to that much in Titus' opinion, and certainly did not hold a candle to Professor Roberts.

Hence, in Titus' mind, Frank would never surpass the limitations of Draconian traditional medicine no matter how good he was—even if he was better than Abel.

With that decided, he leveled a smile at Frank. "Don't think you could throw a punch just because you put on boxing gloves. It's not just Mr. Roberts—even I believe that Draconian traditional medicine is a sham. So how about this? If you can heal Mr. Turnbull before we do, you have my word that you will have safe passage."

Titus's eyes then narrowed coldly as he sneered, "But if you fail, you will kowtow ten times loudly and break one of your arms. After that, you'll leave and never mention Vicky. That's really nice of me, don't you agree?"

Frank glanced at Titus' smug look and the unconcerned professor Roberts, and shook his head, snorting. "Your suggestion is really lacking, Mr. Lionheart. With Glen Turnbull here as my witness, I will take my own life should I fail."

Then, leveling a sharp look at Titus, he added quietly, "But if I succeed, Titus…

You'll leave Turnbull House with your people, and your engagement with Vicky is permanently annulled. How about that?"

"No!" Glen bellowed anxiously even before Titus reacted.

While it was good for everyone if Frank failed, what if he somehow succeeded by a fluke?

He would never allow the engagement between Titus and Vicky, just as they had no reason to take up such a risk.

Clearing his throat, Glen turned towards Frank and said, "How about this? If you can actually save my father, you have my special permission to meet Vicky. But if you fail, you will leave my house without another word and never meddle in my family's affair. Naturally, I will still compensate you accordingly."

There was an edge in Glen's voice, making it clear he was not to be refused.

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 882-Frank was silent for a moment before nodding and agreeing to it.

This was obviously the Turnbulls' bottomline, and they were ready to snap if he kept pressing his luck.

And he was certainly unlucky today, running into Titus Lionheart and his Ascendant rank retainers—he did not have the advantage if a fight started.

Still, meeting Vicky would have to be done for now, since he had questions for her anyway.

Glen was clearly relieved that Frank was playing along too.

The details from Zac suggested that Frank was actually Ascendant rank… Even peak Ascendant rank.

If they really drove him over the edge, things would really get out of hand.

"Where's the patient. Can 't you hurry?" Professor Roberts snapped impatiently right then, clearly unaccustomed to the messy diplomacy of Draconia.

"The professor's right. Come on, my father's more important." Glen nodded.

Having come to an agreement, Glen had his people get a car to take everyone to a building at the edge of the Turnbull Estate.

It was clearly George Turnbull's residence, as they were led through long, winding hallways before finally arriving outside a grand room.

An old man with a darkened face lay on the twelve foot-wide bed, his body shriveled and skinny.

Naturally, it was George—Glen's father and the highest authority figure in the family—in the flesh.

A tearful woman wearing a string of large pearls was wiping her eyes, delighted to see them come in. "Glen, has the healer you asked for arrived?"

"Yeah, don't worry, Mom." Glen nodded, snidely avoiding mentioning Frank.

"Titus Lionheart brought Professor Roberts. He's a global leading authority— he'd definitely have no problems helping father."

"Oh, that's the heir of the Lionhearts for you. Bringing in the world's best doctor.

Vicky's really chosen a fine husband!" Kendra Malcolm exclaimed in delight before turning and frowning at Frank. "Who's this?"

"Frank Lawrence," Glen replied simply. "He's here to help father too."

"Him?!" Kendra snorted, studying Frank pointedly while snorting in disdain. "So the whippersnapper who bewitched Vicky is so unseemly. Just look at him and Titus. The difference goes without saying!"

Kendra could not be blamed for that—Titus in his tailored suit was the look of success, while Frank was dressed casually and without any branded goods either.

Even if he had the looks, their clothes made it clear they were from different classes.

Still, Frank had no intention to get petty, staying impassive as he asked, "Can I get to work now?"

"Sure," Glen replied nonchalantly.

Both Titus and Professor Roberts simply watched in clear contempt.

The way they see it, Frank would never find the cause of George's illness.

Frank simply strode past Kendra and sat down beside George.

However, just as he was about to lift George's eyelid to examine him, Kendra suddenly lunged at him, smacking his hand away.

"Who do you think you are?! Don't touch my husband with your filthy hands!"

she snapped and threw him a pair of rubber gloves. "Put these on!"

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 883-"What…" Frank frowned. "Examination is vital in Draconian traditional medicine, and gloves aren't a part of it. I need direct contact to examine the patient's body temperature, skin texture, and other details to properly diagnose him—"

"Shut up!" Kendra clearly could not stand his long-winded explanation, almost spitting out her dentures. "Put those gloves on, or get out of here! We never asked for you! Some hillbilly like you doesn't get to touch my husband—I care for hygiene even if you don't!"

Frank almost snapped at Kendra's outburst.

He had every intention to help George, but his family repeatedly harassed him, clearly having no intention to let him live!

"Hmph."

He snorted, but decided to bear with it and put on the gloves for the sake of seeing Vicky.

"Now, now, Mr. Lawrence." Titus chuckled even as he put on the gloves. "You don't get to blame those gloves if you misdiagnose Mr. Turnbull."

"Draconian traditional medicine doesn't even observe proper hygiene. How scandalous." Professor Roberts sighed, shaking his head.

Frank ignored them as he gently lifted George's eyelid and immediately saw the black dot in his pupils.

"A bug?" he thought right then, but without touching George directly, he had no way of determining the actual bug.

Closing his eyes, he put his fingers and felt George's pulse, and he scowled even as he slowly opened his eyes.

Turning to Glen, he asked, "Your father's been sick for a while, hasn't he?"

Glen did a double take but shook his head. "No, it's recent—"

"He only fainted recently, didn't he?" Frank sneered. "If my hunch is right, he's been paralyzed and bedridden for half a year now."

"Nonsense!" Kendra snapped. "He was alive and kicking just a week ago!"

"Heh." Titus scoffed at Frank for his blunder right away. "Mysticism is really failing you, huh?"

"Hmph."

Frank snorted, ignoring him and nodded. "Alright, I made a mistake there. I'm guessing Mr. Turnbull's been taking supplements constantly."

You think?!" Kendra snorted in annoyance.

The most important man of the Turnbull family certainly needed supplements as old age takes over— like any authority figure in respectable families would.

Even as everyone threw Frank looks of disdain, Professor Roberts was chuckling. "So this is the trick of charlatans here?"

It was certainly a common trick—charlatans and conmen always asked general questions to deduce specific details about their victims, which they then used against them.

"Uh-huh…" Frank nodded. "And Mr. Turnbull's been eating hundred-year panaxes all this while?"

"Nonsense. It's deer musk!" Kendra waved him off impatiently. "Just leave already. You're obviously a charlatan, even less reliable than Abel Loggins before you."

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 884-No rush." Frank rubbed his chin as he continued, "If it's deer musk, it'd be mixed with water, no?"

"Nothing you said was right!" Kendra lost all patience and strode up at Frank, pointing at him as she snapped, "Get out of here and stop wasting our time!"

"Why don't you just give up already?" Titus Lionheart added gleefully.

"That's right—you should leave," Glen agreed, posturing himself as head of the Turnbulls. "We won't stop you, but you don't get to mention Vicky ever again or set foot in our house, you hear?"

Frank narrowed his eyes but eventually nodded. "I have an idea of what Mr.

Turnbull has been infected with. The symptoms started a week ago, catalyzed

by deer musk which he consumed frequently, and not in solid form…"

Taking out the needles he always carried with him, he looked around at everyone and said, "I will now perform acupuncture. If the information you've given me is right, Mr. Turnbull will wake up soon."

"Stop it!" Glen snapped, frowning. "Don't bother forcing yourself. Let Professor Roberts work—you're not leaving this house if you worsen my father's condition!"

"Exactly!" Kendra spat. "I won't let you hurt my husband! Glen, call in your men.

Get him out of here!"

"Wait!" Titus stopped them just as the bodyguards entered.

While he was defending Frank, he certainly did not want Frank to win, just as he did not feel any pressure to save George.

If anything, his top priority was to see Frank fail, yield, and fall to despondence.

That was why he was standing up for Frank—just to make him fail and be humiliated even more spectacularly.

"Just look at how confident Mr. Lawrence is," he told Glen. "Why don't we trust him one last time? Don't worry—my men are waiting right outside. We will take him down if he dares to hurt your father!"

"Moreover." He paused, turning toward Professor Roberts. "Whatever he does, Professor Roberts will be able to clean things up. There won't be any problems, don't worry!"

Titus' suggestions left Glen in a dilemma.

But Titus was right—Professor Roberts was there to keep things under control.

Moreover, Frank would be discontented if they chased him away right now and would use the excuse of not being given a chance. And no matter what he did, he would never dare step out of line when they had numbers.

As such, reasonably speaking, his father was more or less safe.

After musing to himself for a while, Glen nodded and turned toward Frank. "I'm giving you one last chance because Titus asked."

Kendra immediately snapped, "Glen! It's obvious he's not an upstanding man.

Are you sure—"

"Don't worry—Dad will be fine with Professor Roberts," Glen assured her. "We can handle anything that happens."

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 885-Glen then leaned in to speak into his mother's ear, saying, "This is also our chance—we can pin blame on 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.

Still, 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?"

"Bring me some of 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.

With 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 some weirdness, I 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 time passed, 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?

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 886-Frank expected George to awaken in under five minutes with his treatment, with the scarab eggs in his gut purged.

He said ten minutes just so that he had time to spare—everyone's constitution was different, and it was his style to be conservative.

However, it was soon ten minutes, but George was not showing signs of recovering, and his cheeks were still darkened.

Frank checked the pill he made and eventually came to a frustrating conclusion.

"Wait… Could they be lying to me?"

If they were lying, his diagnosis would be inaccurate and his solution incorrect.

If that was really the case, his treatment would be meaningless in a minor case, but George could get killed if it was serious.

But before Frank could ask anything, Glen raised his wrist pointedly to check his Patek Philippe and shook his head.

"It's been twelve minutes, Dr. Lawrence," he said, emphasizing 'doctor' to add insult to injury. "How much longer do we have to wait?"

"Hehe…" Professor Roberts chuckled but otherwise said nothing, his disdain all too clear.

"Why don't we keep waiting? What if it eventually works?" Titus winked at Frank sarcastically. "Right, Mr. Lawrence?"

Frank glowered and glared fixedly at Kendra. "Mrs. Turnbull, were you really giving me the right information? Was your husband really still, and I quote, 'alive and kicking' last week?"

"What?" Kendra snapped back, but her gaze was evasive from guilt. Still, she was not about to yield to Frank.

"Why are you suspecting me? You have no right! No." she exclaimed but quickly switched gears. "Why should I tell you anything? Who do you think you are?!"

Frank almost snapped right then.

Healers hated two things the most—the first being patients who hid symptoms out of misplaced pride, and second, doctors who did not follow instructions.

And now, not only was Frank kept in the dark over George's actual condition, but Kendra also insisted on playing guessing games. How was he supposed to help?

"I remember asking you to give me the truth before I treated your husband," he told Kendra. "You should know that if you don't give me the right information, I can't properly diagnose him, let alone treat him! At that point, it'd be good if nothing happens, but there's every chance of his condition worsening!"

His rebuking tone sent Kendra flying into a rage, and she shrieked, "Enough!

You're just a hillbilly, and you should be honored that you're even allowed to set foot in my house to treat my husband! Forget being a failure—you're even complaining?! Aren't you a healer? Why would I need you if I told you everything? Get out if you can't do it, and stop yapping here or I'll have your arms hacked off!"

Her unreasonable outburst certainly left Frank furious.

It was clear that George was going to die because of these fools.

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 887-Even so, Frank decided to put in one last effort and said quietly, "I'm a healer, but I'm not omnipotent. I can't diagnose a patient without touching him, or when you're lying to me about his symptoms! It's Mr. Turnbull's misfortune to have a wife like you!"

The last part was certainly a bombshell. Kendra leapt up to her feet instantly, leaping straight at Frank, ready to claw his face and eyes out.

"You vermin! Watch your mouth!" she screamed unreasonably. "I-I'll kill you!

Glen, call in every man you have—I'll make him wish he was dead!"

Glen did not stop her and was actually glaring at Frank. "Do you know what you just said?! Say it again, I dare you!"

Frank met his angry glare, took a deep breath, and chuckled coolly. "You want to hear it again? Fine—I'll say it as many times as you want! Having people like you for family is why George Turnbull will die! You're all scum who would rather have your father and husband die!"

Everyone was left stunned by Frank's outburst, and Glen eventually raised a shaking finger, heaving as he pointed at Frank as snapped, "You… I've been giving you chances at every turn! Is that how you repay me?!"

"Hah! Give me a chance when you're hiding Mr. Turnbull's condition from me?!"

Frank could not care less just then, snapping back, "Why don't you just be honest—he's been bedridden for six months already!"

"Shut the fuck up!" Glen bellowed, finally giving up all pretense of civility. "My father was just fine! He was never bedridden, right, Mom?!"

That was what he believed because his mother had told him so—his father had been traveling abroad for six months.

"E-Exactly!" Kendra cried determinedly as well.

"Hmph. Still lying even now." Frank snorted, plucking off his gloves to put his left hand on George's throat.

Judging from the dried, shriveled skin, it was clear that he had not gotten out of bed for six months!

"In that case, no one can save him. Do whatever you like." Frank snorted and stormed out.

That was when all four Turnbull Ascendant rank retainers waiting outside strode in.

Glen snorted right then, growling through his teeth at Frank, "I've been playing nice at every turn, but you'd disrespect me every chance you get, even insulting my mother! Did you think you could leave in one piece?!"

Really? So you're going to war with me?" Frank stopped, turning to glare icily at Glen.

"War?! You and what army?!" Glen snapped, feeling confident as he sneaked a glance at Titus and his Ascendant rank retainers.

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 888-As Glen reared his chin at Frank hostilely, Titus strode up.

"Wait, Mr. Turnbull." He chuckled coolly. "Frank Lawrence can wait, now that Professor Roberts has seen how pointless Draconia traditional medicine is.

Time to show Mr. Lawrence what proper experts can do —it won't be too late to kill him after."

That was exactly what he wanted—to beat Frank physically and psychologically, just to wipe that smug grin off his face and make him kneel before him.

"Are you done talking?" Professor Roberts asked, already impatient.

"Yeah." Glen nodded. "Please help my father."

Kendra snorted coolly. "See? The professor isn't making excuses for his failure, unlike that whippersnapper."

At the same time, the Turnbulls and Lionhearts' retainers encircled Frank and did nothing else, since Glen would not go against Titus when he wanted the Lionhearts' help.

Having had his orders, Professor Roberts opened his briefcase. Pulling a green tube from a cold storage case, he inserted it into a syringe while saying, "Thanks to the medical records the hospital provided, I've prepared three syringes of antidote on my way here."

He then injected the green fluid into a vein on the wrist. "If only I was allowed to work sooner, the patient would be spared much pain… This would take effect in a couple of minutes."

Then, glancing at Frank, he shook his head and snorted. "Thank you, young man—you only proved that Draconian traditional medicine is a scam, and I should never believe any of you charlatans."

His mockery left a vein bulging over Frank's temples in frustration.

Titus laughed and joined in. "You have to admit, Mr. Lawrence—Draconian traditional medicine is all just cheap tricks to deceive fools. But the Four Families of Morhen? It just won't fly."

"Exactly," Kendra glared at Frank in disgust. "Look in the mirror—who do you think you are to offer medical treatment to our illustrious family?"

Frank remained silent, his eyes fixed on George's face.

Titus was satisfied, presuming that Frank had accepted defeat and would not say a word now.

Everyone waited for Professor Roberts' serum to work, and George suddenly opened his eyes, actually waking up right then.

What they did not expect was for him to suddenly sit up and breathe a bloodcurdling scream, clawing at his own throat as he threw up a mouthful of pungent black blood!

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 889-"What?! Impossible… Impossible…"

Professor Roberts was gaping, shaking his head and clearly not expecting that to happen to George.

Even as he quickly rummaged through his briefcase, Glen asked urgently, "Professor Roberts? What's happening to my father?"

"I don't know. It's the latest serum our team developed, and it should kill the parasites, but not this."

Professor Roberts panickedly shoved a yellow tube into the syringe and shouted, "Get over here! Hold him down!"

At Professor Roberts's call, Glen quickly beckoned for the retainers encircling Frank to hold George down even as he convulsed.

"Keep him steady!" Professor Roberts shouted even as he wiped the sweat off his brow and injected the yellow serum into George.

"Urgh." George finally turned still and stopped convulsing or foaming black blood from his mouth.

"Phew."

Professor Roberts sighed, before wheeling on Frank, glaring as he bellowed, "It's all his fault! He interfered with my treatment! Feeding a patient some unknown rubbish?! His body wouldn't have rejected medication if not for that!"

Everyone turned toward Frank at Professor Roberts' accusation, and Glen even glared at him spitefully.

However, before he could give the order for his retainers to take Frank, George started convulsing again, even more violently this time.

To make things worse, he was coughing out pieces of his own innards, and its pungent stink left everyone pinching their noses!

"Argh!!!"

Another blood-curdling scream resounded in the room as George clawed at his own chest, as if to kill himself just to spare himself the agony.

"What? Why." Professor Roberts was left dumbstruck, at a loss for what to do.

"What are you doing?! Don't just stand there!" Glen yelled. "Help him!"

"Get a grip!" Titus strode up to Professor Roberts as well, snapping under his breath. "Do something!"

But Professor Roberts was so stunned he kept muttering to himself, "But the yellow serum was supposed to counteract the antidote. Why is he getting even worse? Was the antidote the problem in the first place? Is the patient's body rejecting it?!"

Everyone was left stumped at that point.

After all that drama, it turned out that Frank was innocent?

In fact, George was now suffering so much he would rather die was all because of Professor Roberts' serum?!

"Move." Frank strode up just then.

"What… What do you think you're doing, Frank Lawrence?!"

"Get out! Stop bothering us!"

Both Glen and Kendra yelled at the same time.

Frank, however, ignored them as he made a beeline for George.

His needles that were hidden near his fingers were already on George's chest vessels, piercing a tiny cavity with precision.

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 890-Hup!" Frank barked as he smacked his palm on George's chest, and a stream of green-black blood shot out like a geyser.

"Argh!!!"

George screamed but soon relaxed as more blood gushed out.

Frank then leveled an impassive look at Professor Roberts. "Your serum is an antibiotic. The earwig eggs inside reacted to it by hatching, and the larvae are now invading Mr. Turnbull's internal organs."

His blunt words yanked Professor Roberts out of his shock, and he turned in disbelief toward Frank. "How did you—"

"I do stay in touch with foreign medical developments," Frank replied quietly. "I just don't use them because they're less effective."

Eventually, the blood flowing out of George's chest turned red, and Frank tapped his body twice to seal the bleeding artery.

"Hup!" he bellowed and slammed his palm on the old man's chest.

"Bleurgh!" George coughed out a mouthful of viscous black blood.

"Frank Lawrence!"

"Whippersnapper!"

Everyone in the room had stopped moving since they believed Frank was there to help, not to mention that he was the only person who would do something despite the situation.

Moreover, color was returning to George's cheeks… but Glen was worried once more as his father coughed black blood again.

However, Frank was done playing nice.

Leveling a cool glare between Glen and Kendra, he said icily, "Come on, stop me if you want Mr.

Turnbull to die."

"What. Watch it!" Glen snapped, his expression furious.

However, there was nothing he could do—he pinned his hopes on Professor Roberts, but the man was too stunned to do anything.

And now, they could only put their hopes on Frank.

"It's a rot earwig," Frank muttered under his breath, nodding to himself just then.

The rot earwig had an additional word to its name, but common earwigs could not even hope to match the potency of a rot earwig's venom.

While earwigs devoured a person from the inside out, rot earwigs infected a person starting from the innards. Every organ would rot and be reduced to pus, which they then absorbed.

Naturally, that meant a hundred times the pain of being infected by a normal earwig.

Incidentally, the serum Professor Roberts injected into George served as a catalyst that energized the eggs, hatching them en masse.

After that, the larva began their assault on the old man's innards.

"I really wouldn't be bothered to save you if not for Vicky's sake…"

Frank snorted even as he whipped out a new Ichor Pill and fed it to George, which would keep him alive.

Then, plunging his silver needles deep into Geroge's body, he would stab into each rot earwig and burn them with his pure vigor.

The process continued for thirty minutes, and no one dared to speak at that time.

Even Professor Roberts, who had been observing intently throughout, was gaping and murmuring in awe constantly.

It was obvious that Frank's methods left him thoroughly shocked.

"Done!" Frank exclaimed as he pulled out a needle, tired after focusing so intensely.

He breathed a long sigh before turning toward the gaping Turnbulls and a scowling Titus, saying quietly, "This time, you can see immediately if what I did works. Still, Mr. Turnbull would have been spared this pain if you didn't lie to me about his condition and allowed me to touch him directly."