It Would Be Strange If It Didn't Get Worse

Lucille remained silent. She was really impressed by Connor. If he had not pulled out the silver needles with his hands, Frank would not have regained his mobility! Now, it would be strange if his injury had not worsened! Seeing that Lucille did not move for a long time, Connor cried out, "Lucille, help! Stop him!" Lucille replied, "There's no need." "Why?" Just as Connor was about to ask for the reason, Frank, who had been grabbed by him, suddenly fell to the ground with his eyes closed. After struggling for so long, he finally passed out. "Hey." Connor's eyes were sharp, and he quickly held Frank. When he saw that there was blood oozing out of his chest and how dizzy Frank was, Connor's expression changed to fear. He shouted anxiously, "Oh my god! What should I do? Where's Master Walton? Call Master Walton!" The men outside immediately went to call for help. Lucille murmured in a low voice, "Help him. Send him back to the hospital bed first." "Oh, okay." Connor did as he was told. Lu