Ch. 951..960

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 951-Frank was convinced, but he still worried about Helen's safety.

As such, he set the rule that she must stay put at Nash's cottage, which she agreed to eagerly.

It appeared that she was pleased that she was allowed to stay.

As for Luna, Gina, and Cindy, Frank had Hux Darman's people escort them back to Riverton, in case there were still Talnamese prowling in Morhen.

When all of that was done, Frank finally had the time to gather his confused thoughts.

The first of his concerns was what Talc had told him.

Somehow, he started to see a strange, vague connection between Draconia's leaders, Talnam, his father, his mother's death, and even the massacre of Mystic Sky Sect.

And judging from his father and Fenton's reactions, Frank had the feeling that the mastermind was someone even his father-the Lord of the Southern Woods himself-would never challenge.

In that sense, Frank now had a feeling that his old man was scapegoated for the massacre of Mystic Sky Sect.

However, what on earth was the agreement between Draconia's leaders and Talnam?

Frank was left irritated because he simply could not make head or tail of it.

At the same time, he felt danger-because of his lack of ability.

He may have completed Birthright rank and even boosted himself briefly to midAscendant rank with the Death Eater, but he could not win against anyone above that. 1 As such, he has a pressing need to improve, ideally up to Ascendant rank. At that point, no Ascendant rank would be a threat to him.

That said, there were only two methods to improve.

The first was to train as he usually did, and wait for his pure vigor to solidify in time and improve beyond the bottleneck of his present rank.

However, that was too slow-and right now, Frank did not have the time to wait.

The second, however, would be costly.

He would consume the spiritrons from every form of nature’s wonders, forcing open his meridian nexus and accumulating copious amounts of pure vigor for his improvement, just like he did before.

Not only was this method expensive, but he needed bucketloads of natural wonders, which the rich and important had a monopoly over.

In short, even money could not get Frank those, unless… 1 It was an idea Frank had for a while-the accelerated growth method that Hundred Bane Sect was said to have.

If he had that technique too, he would not be constrained by the limited amounts of nature's wonders. He simply had to buy them-even the immature ones-in truckloads, after which he could catalyze their growth to improve himself up to unthinkable levels.

However, it was just an idea.

Moreover, he had sent Trevor Zurich to gather information about the accelerated growth method for a while now. The fact that he had no feedback from Trevor meant things did not look particularly hopeful…

"I guess I have to subtly gather natural wonders while I hasten my training."

Either way, it was a helpless situation for Frank-he was a rare talent in Draconia, but his injury had cost him three years, where his cultivation only deteriorated.

Still, while he was absorbed in his thoughts, he received a call from Abel Loggins.

"Hello? How can I help you, Mr. Loggins?’ Frank asked politely.

He was nice to Abel since he would eventually be moving to Morhen, and having some connections would help him establish a firm foundation.

"I'm sorry to bother you again, Mr. Lawrence," Abel said a little awkwardly, and it took a while for him to say, "As you know, I have a chain of apothecaries, and my abilities as a healer were admired in Morhen despite my shortcomings.

Anyway, there's a martial elite who will be coming in today, and I suspect his condition is more complicated than the build-up of old injuries. I can't provide anything effective, so if you could, Mr. Lawrence In other words, Abel was asking Frank to make a trip.

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 952-Frank saw no harm in making the trip.

He did not have anything else on his plate at the moment. All he was doing was waiting for Ciaran Zobel to make contact, and she would not be doing so anytime soon.

Most importantly… Frank could hear the quiet footsteps shuffling toward his room.

Naturally, it was none other than Kat.

And with Helen staying in the next room at the moment, what else could happen if Helen caught them?

Pausing for a moment, Frank then leapt to his feet, teasing Abel, "You know you'll need to pay a consultation fee if you ask me to make a trip like that, Mr.

Loggins." "No problem!" Abel assured him-he was more concerned that Frank would say no.

Not only was Frank's abilities as a healer profound, but Abel had to bother him on two occasions already.

It was almost common for the best in any business to develop eccentricities, and asking too many favors like Abel had would upset them soon enough. If they were short-tempered, they would be snapping at him already.

Anything could happen, and he still would not dare to say a word.

Moreover, his patient today was exceedingly important-Abel really would not have come to bother Frank otherwise.

However, it was clear that he had been paranoid-Frank proved far more agreeable than Abel had imagined, which reminded Abel of a certain line he read in a traditional Draconian medicine text: May the bottles on the shelf gather dust, lest there be maladies left in this world.

Abel looked around at his apothecary, which was a lot grander than necessary, and felt a pang of guilt just then.

"Mr. Lawrence truly is a testament to our kind, and yet he willingly remains anonymous. I, on the other hand, would flaunt my shallow knowledge of traditional Draconian medicine so readily, even building an apothecary and building a dynasty. For shame…"

On the other end, Kat opened the door and strode into Frank's room, but he was already gone, leaving the window open and the curtains bellowing.

"What?!" she exclaimed as she ran up to the window and found Frank already in his Maserati. "Hey! Wait for me, Master Lawrence-"

Frank, however, already sped off at top speed, leaving Kat stamping her feet.

"Why are you avoiding me? I hate you!"

Naturally, she had no choice but to return to her room.

Frank soon reached the address Abel gave him. It was an apothecary at the inner reaches of North Morhen.

The signboard 'Loggins Apothecary' that hung overhead was very conspicuous, and one could smell the scent of medicinal herbs down the street.

It stuck out against the modern architecture of the towering buildings around it but somehow it appeared more peaceful than the rest.

It was noon at the moment, and there were plenty of people working inside and out busily.

As Frank arrived at the entrance, a young man in glasses who was waiting checked a photo before hurrying inside. "He's here, Grandpa!" "Really?" Abel's eyes lit up in excitement.

He was the one who had his grandson Jim wait outside to receive Frank.

After all, Abel was Frank's student. Even if Frank did not particularly enjoy complicated formalities, Abel should show him due respect.

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 953-Apologizing to his patient, Abel hurried off to receive Frank.

However, as Loggins Apothecary was a mansion built in traditional Draconian architecture, there was much ground to cover from his office to the entrance.

Abel was so excited that he almost fell a few times, but Jim managed to catch him each time-he would be a laughing stock if he got hurt even before seeing Frank!

"Gramps, is the man really as amazing as you say?" asked Jim, a twentyish youth who looked especially soft-spoken with his glasses and actually appeared older than Frank.

Still, he was not particularly interested despite his grandfather's excitement.

While he respected Frank at first since someone like Abel would go so far as to call him mentor, the man he saw earlier was undoubtedly younger than himself.

That in turn left Jim doubtful-was his grandfather senile, mistaking some shaman off the street for an actual healer?

Naturally, Jim could not be fully blamed for being presumptuous.

When it came to traditional Draconian medicine, accomplishments and experiences were prioritized above the rest.

And both of those things were only gained through substantial time.

So, what else could Jim think when some kid younger than himself was called a healer? Could the kid really have experience? How many patients did he even have?

As such, Jim was quietly disapproving, even wary-his grandfather had spent a lifetime building a legacy in traditional Draconian medicine.

If he ended up being scammed now, not only would they be laughed at, but Abel's title as Morhen's best healer would go up in smoke too.

When that happens, even Jim's reputation as his successor would be tarnished, and there may be no chance for him to continue the business in Morhen.

"You don't believe Mr. Lawrence, do you?" Abel read his grandson like a book with a single glance-it was only natural since he had groomed the son.

Chuckling, he said, "Jim, this gentleman is a true successor of traditional Draconian medicine. Looks and age can be deceiving at times… either way, you must not disrespect him for any reason, understand?" "Yeah," Jim muttered noncommittally.

While he still did not acknowledge Frank's abilities, he would at least listen to his grandfather.

If his grandfather was not fully senile, that would mean the man would have a few tricks up his sleeve.

With that in mind, Jim happened to find Frank standing in front of a pharmacy counter, speaking with a woman. "Ma'am, your daughter's suffering from a heat condition and dehydration. That can be helped with ice syrup and cooling fruitsa couple of days of that, and she'll be fine." "What?"

The woman named Brenda appeared taken aback and frowned.

She was carrying her daughter Ava in one hand and holding a prescription list in the other.

Even as Ava continued to cry herself hoarse, Brenda said, "But the doctor here just told me that she caught a cold… and the prescription is completely different." "Let me see.” Frank said, taking the list and soon frowning-those were all medicinal herbs for heat conditions.

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 954-If Ava really took anything on the list, her condition would deteriorate.

No one could tell what would happen at that point.

Frank crumpled the prescription list right then and threw it into a nearby trash can. No, you can't let her drink it. It'd just make your daughter's illness worse!"

"What?" Brenda was left stunned.

"Pfft-"

Jim snickered nearby, and pointed at Ava, who was still crying herself hoarse in Brenda's arms, shaking his head and smiling. "Grandpa, that's your mentor?

Have you gotten senile? The girl's clearly having a cold with her intermittent coughs and stiffened vessels. And see how she keeps touching her neck? Her throat is affected too-there's no question that it's a cold, and a serious one at that.’ He paused for a moment to laugh. "And that man is saying it's a heat condition?

That's your mentor, Grandpa? Are you kidding me?" "Huh…" Abel actually agreed with his grandson, as he could not see what made Frank diagnose the girl with a heat illness.

"Where did you come from?!" A doctor in a lab coat strode up to Frank just then and shoved him. "We don't have time for you to mess around! Move aside and wait in the queue, or leave. Quit bothering our patients!"

Seeing the doctor, Jim told Abel under his breath, "Gramps, that's Ferdy Zellerhe's a little famous, and I had to poach him from the south. He's been invited to many medical forums, too… and your mentor questioned his judgment? Well, this is going to be interesting."

While Jim refrained from being too damning just to be nice to his grandfather, he was folding his arms before his chest in amusement.

He really thought for a moment his grandpa's mentor had something to teach them, but now was absolutely convinced that Frank was just a nobody and was absolutely ready to mock Frank.

"You're the one who prescribed this list?"

Frank frowned at the haughty doctor just then, snapping accusingly, "The girl's suffering from a heat condition, and you'd still prescribe her hot medicine? Are you trying to kill her?!"

I'm trying to kill her?!"

Ferdy pointed at himself, stunned for a moment, before he bellowed back at Frank, "Which hole did you crawl out of?! Every sign points to a cold, and you're saying it's a heat condition?! You're just here to cause trouble, aren't you?!' Drawn by the argument, the other staff and patients turned toward them and soon encircled them.

"What's going on here?" Several security guards in dapper suits soon arrived.

Frank glanced at them briefly, but continued bluntly, "The girl is definitely suffering from a heat condition. Your prescription could kill her!" "You're hilarious!" Ferdy laughed despite himself and looked pointedly at the crowd around him before pointing at himself. "I'm Ferdy Zeller! Anyone in this business knows my name. I've come to Morhen on the merit of my accomplishments as a healer, even though my old practice down south pays better! I have been invited to five national medicine forums, and I've treated hundreds of patients, if not thousands! Who do you think you are to question me?!

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 955-Spreading his arms invitingly, Ferdy gloated at Frank. "Come on, tell US who you are! I'd like to see which famous university or mentor you learned from!

Frank inhaled sharply and spoke as everyone looked on. "So in your eyes, the number of patients, your salary, and your honors are what makes a good doctor?"

Ferdy leveled Frank a look of disdain as if he was braindead. "What, am I wrong?” "You're wrong," Frank said staunchly. "Doctors care more about saving lives and curing illness. And they do that by diagnosing them correctly, and then applying the simplest, most effective cure. You, on the other hand…"

Frank grabbed the prescription list he threw in the trash can and flung it at Ferdy, snapping coldly, "You're no doctor. You're just yet another businessman!

Even if the girl only needs a prescription for a cold like you said, all it takes is just basic cold medicine. But that wasn't what you prescribed-everything you listed here is the most expensive item, and I'm guessing you'll get a share of the profits, won't you?"

Ferdy was incensed that Frank would expose him like that and bellowed as everyone looked on, "You don't know a thing! I'm the doctor here, and I don't get any incentive from my prescriptions! I'm picking better medicine for the girl so that she'll get better sooner-" "Bullshit." Frank cut him short bluntly. "Even if she had a cold, my prescription would get her better in a couple of days, and it cost less than thirty bucks. On the other hand, your prescription costs three thousand, and it'd take at least two weeks to cure the girl with those! Moreover, she's suffering from a heat condition-if she takes your prescription, she could well die!" "Shut up!" Ferdy bellowed, flushed from rage.

As a doctor, he was well aware that Frank was right, but he could not back down with so many patients watching, or he would lose his job!

Instead, he kept snapping at Frank, "The question here is where is your medical license, sir? Show it to me!"

Frank was stumped by the question since he did not have any.

And seeing that he was silent, Ferdy promptly pressed his advantage, laughing and pointing at Frank. "So after your bullshit, you're just some prick who doesn't even have a license?"

Turning towards the crowd around them, he spread his arms and grinned." As you can see, he's just some nutjob here to cause trouble. Security! Get him out of here!"

At Ferd/s orders, the security guards strode up ready to throw Frank out.

Frank, however, could not care less about himself.

Turning toward Brenda, he said solemnly, "Don't let your child take the prescription he gave you, or she'll be in danger! Trust me!" "Hmph."

Brenda was no different from the others despite her initial doubt, and she leered at Frank like he was crazy. "You thought I'd rather trust you than Dr. Zeller?

You're kidding."

With that, she rolled her eyes at Frank and did not hesitate to shove a bowl of medicinal soup into her daughter's hands. "Drink it now, and you'll be fine."

"But…" Ava glanced hesitantly at Frank.

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 956-Ava was hesitant. “But that man said…' Brenda snapped, "Don't worry about him. He's crazy."

Once she made sure Ava finished her bowl of medicinal soup, she carried Ava and left without a care.

While Frank shook his head exasperatedly as he looked on, Ferdy was grinning smugly.

"Time to go, Mr. Nutjob, or well make you."

The towering security guards strode up around Frank, surrounding him.

At the same time, Abel glanced coldly at his grandson. "Jim, you have some explaining to do."

Jim bit his lip. "Don't worry, Grandpa. I'm on it."

After all, Frank's diagnosis aside, he was still absolutely right about Ferdy forcing patients to purchase expensive medicine.

It was clear he had built a profit chain in Loggins Apothecary.

Even Jim was caught off guard since he had never expected this-what Ferdy did was undoubtedly a slap to his face, since he had hired Ferdy.

At the same time, Abel walked up to the security guards, frowning as he snapped, "That's enough. Unhand Mr. Lawrence now." "Eh? Isn't that Abel Loggins?" "Abel Loggins?!" "Mr. Loggins? Please, you have to save me…"

The room was abuzz with excitement at the very sight of Abel, as every patient rushed toward him, eager to get a moment with him.

Abel seemed to expect the situation and smiled at Frank as he said, "Mr.

Lawrence, please come with me. Our patient this time is the retainer of an illustrious family."

"That girl…"

Frank frowned in turn, staying in place as if waiting.

Naturally, he did not want to leave since he was still worried about Ava.

Seeing that, Abel thought he was angry, and hurried to him, speaking under his breath, "There are too many people watching. Let's head to the back…" "No."

Frank shook his head and sighed. "You should go, Abel. I'll catch up soon."

"Eh?" Abel was left a little confused-he could not discern any anger in Frank's tone, so why would he stay there?

"Frank Lawrence, was it?’ Jim walked up to them, a lot less respectful than Abel, even leveling a look of contempt and exasperation at Frank. "My grandfather is the top healer of Morhen, and him being here is going to get the other patients restless. Why don't you do US a favor and come to the back with my Grandpa?"

Frank remained impassive and shook his head again, leaving Jim impatient.

"Hey, kid."

Ferdy strode over to them as well, nodding politely at Abel before turning toward Frank, looking at him pointedly from head to toe and snorting in disdain.

"You're the Frank Lawrence that Mr. Loggins has been mentioning so frequently?"

He chuckled. "I would never have guessed. Also, Jim is nice enough to ask you, so could you fucking leave already? You can't even properly diagnose a cold, so you can quit pretending already. What, are you feeling guilty?"

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 957-Whatever I do is none of your business." Frank snorted.

He could not care less about Ferdy. Not only was he lacking as a doctor, but his only concern was also money and his own vanity-there was no virtue of a traditional Draconian healer in him at all.

"You have a problem with me?" Ferdy scowled, seeing that Frank remained ever pompous.

"Calm down, Ferdy. He's not worth it." Jim quickly tried to smooth things over just as they were about to get out of hand again.

This was his family’s business, and any trouble here reflected badly on them.

"I'd be straightening you out if not for Jim." Ferdy pointed at Frank as he snapped, his fingers almost touching Frank's face. "Do you really think you're tough? Strutting around when you don't even have a medical license?

Frank still ignored him, standing impassively with his eyes fixed on the front entrance, as if waiting.

"Whatever."

Seeing that Frank remained unresponsive, Abel sighed and said, "I'll be waiting inside, Mr. Lawrence." "Yeah." Frank nodded noncommittally.

Abel then turned toward Jim, "You stay here with Mr. Lawrence, and don't be rude!" "Okay." Jim nodded, though he was a little aggrieved even as he watched his grandfather leave.

After a moment of silence, he looked up at Frank and asked, "Mr.

Lawrence, my grandfather said you're well-versed in traditional Draconian medicine and could save a man from the brink. How could you have misdiagnosed a common cold?" "Misdiagnose?"

Frank turned and glanced at him calmly, shaking his head. "No, I didn't." "Still being stubborn? Why do I get the feeling your mouth would remain even after you're cremated?"

Ferdy scoffed, and soon laughed when he realized something. "Wait, you're expecting that woman and her daughter to come back?" "Yes." Frank nodded calmly, not bothered to hide it.

"Hahaha!!!"

Ferdy laughed so hard that he was wheezing and clutching his stomach." What can I even say about you? How thick-skinned could you even get… Well, how about making a bet?" "A bet?" Frank asked, finally turning toward Ferdy.

"Let's bet if that woman will return with her daughter!" Ferdy grinned. "If they don't, you'll kowtow to me and bark like a dog!" "Dr. Zeller!" Jim frowned at himthat was too much, especially for his grandfather's guest!

However, Frank agreed to it without hesitation while staying impassive." Sure.

And what would you do if that girl's condition worsened because of your prescription?" "What, me?" Ferdy laughed. "No chance. But if the girl really gets sick from that soup, I can kowtow to you and bark like a dog!" "No,” Frank said, shaking his head. "If you lose, you'll give up on your practice permanently."

Frank's solemn demand left Ferdy frowning, and he felt an uneasy feeling in his gut.

Could he have missed something?

Impossible!

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 958-Ferdy soon dismissed the idea that he might have made a mistake.

He definitely did not make a mistake-the woman's daughter had a cold.

"Fine!" He sneered, nodding at Frank and taking up his bet.

Though he had nothing else to say anyway, he hurried back to his office, somehow feeling a little guilty…

After Ferdy left, Jim said, "I can see that you're right about Ferdy prescribing expensive medicine to patients who don't really need it. We will deal with it accordingly."

Pausing, he then asked, "Why do you insist that the girl has a heat condition?

Even my grandfather couldn't tell." "Of course he couldn't."

Frank kept his eyes on the entrance, his tone flat as he spoke. "The female physique is inherently cooler. But since it's her lungs that are inflamed, and the fact that she's born flat-footed is a combination of coincidences that makes it look like a common cold." "Flat-footed?"

Jim was left musing for a while, but he had not the faintest idea what flatfootedness had to do with any medical conditions.

He simply chuckled and stayed silent, dismissing it as Frank's nonsense.

Now, he just had to wait and see what Frank would do when he lost his bet with Ferdy.

And yet, in under five minutes, Brenda had returned, dashing inside Loggins Apothecary, crying out, "Help! Help!!!"

In her arms, Ava was pale and unconscious.

"What?!" Jim was left gaping-he certainly recognized Brenda and Ava since they had just left minutes ago.

"W-What's going on here?!"

Ferdy just happened to look outside his office and was left dumbstruck.

He had never encountered something like this-how could a patient exhibiting cold symptoms turn out to be suffering from a heat illness?!

Like Jim, he was staring stiffly at Jim, feeling something stuck in his throat and unable to speak.

Brenda saw Frank standing outside Ferdy's office just then and promptly carried Ava to her, dropping to her knees before Frank.

"Sir… Please, save my daughter! I'm sorry-l was foolish and ignorant, trusting a quack doctor instead of you! I… I…" "Q-Quack doctor?!"

Ferdy was left sitting rigidly behind his desk, feeling like the world was collapsing on him as more people gathered around Frank. "H-How is this possible…" "Hey, the kid was actually right?" "Tut, tut. That little girl was just fine until she drank that soup Dr. Zeller prescribed. And now, that happened…"

"She's completely pale. Is there any hope left?!"

Hearing the crowd's comments, Ferdy charged out of his office maniacally, pointing at Frank as he snapped, "It's not my fault… It was you! You must've done something! What did you do?! Why did you set me up?!" "I didn't do a thing," Frank retorted as he placed the unconscious Ava flat on the floor and took out several needles from his pocket.

"What… Acupuncture?" Jim frowned.

At the same time, Ferdy lunged at Frank, ready to seize him by the collar."

Answer me! How else could I have been wrong?! I'm never wrong! I've treated hundreds, if not thousands of patients! How could I make a mistake now?!

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 959-Buzz off." Frank slapped Ferdy across the face right then and sent him flying.

Jim watched as the almost six-foot Ferdy shot six meters away and crashed into his own desk, breaking it.

impossible…" Ferdy mumbled repeatedly even as he collapsed on the floor.

"Sir, please… save my daughter…" Brenda was still begging repeatedly.

"Don't worry," Frank assured her. "She'll be fine with me around."

He began inserting the needles into the acupoints around Ava's belly, and then took out a golden pill which he fed into Ava's mouth.

Jim somehow found the pill familiar. "Mr. Lawrence? What's that?" "An Ichor Pill," Frank replied calmly without looking up.

However, the name alone left Jim freezing up in shock. ‘ What? An Ichor Pill?

For real?! And you just gave it off to some little girl?" "Some little girl?"

Frank looked up, snorting even as he leveled a look of annoyance at Jim even as he suffered a breakdown. "It's my pill, and I can feed it to whomever I like. Or do I need your permission?" "No, I…"

Jim was hyperventilating, barely stopping himself from telling Frank off.

This was squandering of the highest order!

Jim had been learning medicine from his grandfather ever since a child and naturally had a trained eye.

He was at first unsure when he smelled the unusually pleasant scent of the Ichor Pill when Frank took it out. Still, he could determine that it was something special, as he quickly took note of the vibrant hue and brightness of the pill.

Before he had a closer look, however, Frank had already shoved the pill down Ava's mouth… and now that Frank had told him what he was, he regretted not stopping Frank right then!

The Ichor Pill was a name he had read long ago in an old tome on traditional Draconian medicine.

The pill was said to treat internal conditions and purify blood vessels. In fact, it was no exaggeration to say that it could raise the dead and refine the physicality of average Joes!

Jim finally realized why his grandfather held such deference to Frank-he was a healer, and a real one!

After all, not even his grandfather could get his hands on an Ichor Pill, let alone refine one!

With that in mind, Jim dropped to his knees with a loud thud, trembling even as he kowtowed to Frank three times, crying out in panic, "M-Mr. Lawrence! Your knowledge in medicine is sublime and a testament to traditional Draconian medicine! I was just too ignorant to realize… Please don't hold it against me-"

"Alright, just get out of my way." Frank waved him off in annoyance.

The patients watching were stunned.

This was Jim they were talking about! He was the successor to Abel Loggins, the most famous healer in Morhen!

Everyone present knew him, and yet a man of his authority was kowtowing to some youth they had never even met!

That certainly sent one's imagination running wild…

"What?"

Ferdy, who had crashed through his own table, could feel his last shred of hope vaporizing as he watched Jim kowtowing to Frank.

He understood right then that Frank was more than what he seemed.

Worst of all, he had a bet with Frank-he was going to lose his job!

"I…"

Ferdy tried to speak even as endless regret welled up in him, the bonepiercing agony he felt just then leaving him paralyzed.

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 960-Ferdy could not even crawl over to Frank and beg!

At the same time, Frank infused an iota of his pure vigor into Ava’s chest and belly to stimulate her internal organs.

"Blargh!" She suddenly coughed out a mouthful of blood.

While Brenda's face paled at the sight, Frank assured her, Don't worry, she's fine."

Soon, Ava stirred.

"Oh, my baby! You gave me such a scare!"

Brenda exclaimed with tears of joy and held Ava firmly in her arms as she thanked Frank repeatedly. ’Thank you so much… That quack doctor would have killed my dear Ava if not for you."

Jim stood as he watched Brenda rummaging through her purse, his cheeks stiffening.

Each Ichor Pill was priceless. If one had to rate its value, it would be ten million dollars… and that was the lower estimation.

While Jim was left troubled, Frank smiled, shaking his head. "My consultation fee is not exactly cheap." "T-Then… How much is it?" Brenda stopped rummaging her purse, obviously not a rich person.

"Ten million dollars," Frank said, holding up a finger, leaving Brenda pale right then.

"W-What? Ten million…?" she murmured.

Frank was not surprised to see Brenda turn pale or hear the quiver in her voice, and he shook his head. "Naturally, you're not the one paying-that'd be Loggins Apothecary. They were the ones who gave the wrong prescription and put your daughter through unnecessary pain."

Then, turning toward Jim with a smile, he asked, "Don't you agree, Mr.

Loggins?"

Jim paused for a moment but soon nodded as he came to his senses and stood up.

"Exactly," he said solemnly. "Loggins Apothecary will foot the bill, and that's not all -we'll be refund ing the fee we charged you earlier and for the medicinal soup." "Huh? What…?" Brenda was left at a loss.

"Thank you, sir." Ava thanked Frank feebly just then, perfectly aware of who actually saved her.

"Heh…" Frank smiled calmly, knowing that this would happen and acting like it was nothing.

As the patients looked on, he turned and strode away, but he soon paused and turned to Jim. "Issue Mr. Zeller the bill. He's the one guilty of malpractice."

"What…?’ Ferdy appeared at loss even as he sat limply on the floor.

"Yes." Jim nodded, his attitude decisive. "According to Loggins Apothecary rules, he'll be covering the patient's medical bills along with any required compensation. And there's also that conspiracy to increase prices within our premises…"

Striding forward, he tore the employee badge off Ferdy's chest. "Dr. Zeller…

Oh, wait. You're just Mr. Zeller from now on." "No… Mr. Lawrence!" Ferdy bawled, plenty remorseful. "Please, you win! Just let me keep my job! I’ll bark, okay? Arf! Arf! Arf!"

Jim watched as the man abandoned all dignity and felt lucky he caught on quickly right then.