Chapter 94

Frank really despised oblivious people who kept running their mouths while he was trying to save one. It was certainly not helpful for the ice-cold mind a healer needed. The burly man would retort, but Frank's icy glare left him flinching, with a chill running down his spine. He promptly withdrew the words on the tip of his tongue as well, even though he was a veteran member of the reigning gang of East City. He just had the feeling that Frank was not bluffing—if he really breathed another word, Frank would really kill him. Meanwhile, since the burly man stopped talking, Frank turned and drew out the silver needles brought to him. He ran the first into the center spot on top of the patient's head before inserting over twenty across the rest of the patient's body, making him look like a porcupine. Then, Frank pressed his entire palm over the man's navel, reversing the flow of vigor, jolting the man awake, and making him cough up a mouthful of clotted blood! "Woah…" Janet was le