Chapter 295

An hour later, the nurse brought in a basin full of leeches. The engorged leeches stood stiff, their mouths stained with fresh blood. When a handful of salt was sprinkled over them, they writhed briefly before shrinking. The small basin of bloody water looked quite scary. "Mr. Caitford, is this some kind of blood-sucking magic? It's amazing! My legs feel much more agile." Alfred was the best judge of whether it had worked. He stood up, stomped his feet, and pressed on his wounds. There was no pain, not even at the spots where the leeches had bitten, and there was no bleeding. "I told you that if it didn't work, I'd bow to you and forfeit my qualification to be your mentor. So, do you believe me now?" Perseus rolled his eyes and scoffed internally, "If I couldn't even handle a foreigner, my three years of studying traditional treatment would be in vain." "Yes, yes, I believe you. Thank you, Mr. Caitford…" "Is verbal gratitude enough? Show some real action," Donald reminded be