Chapter 19

There was unwavering confidence all over Frank's face. "That's not all, Mr. Simmons. You would wake up every morning with sore muscles and enfeebled limbs." Gerald inhaled deeply and looked solemnly at Frank. "How'd you know?" The brat had yet to examine him in any way—did Vicky tell him about his symptoms earlier? "It's all written on your face, Mr. Simmons," Frank said flatly. Geral snorted. "My face? Then tell me, what is my affliction?" "A coronary artery disease," Frank said bluntly. "If it's a serious case, I estimate that your condition will worsen in three days, so you should seek treatment as soon as possible." The hall was left quiet for a moment by those words before everyone started laughing out loud. Vicky narrowed her eyes in turn—did Frank make a mistake? That should not be! Just then, the head of Riverton's Skyblade Dojo beckoned at Frank and chuckled. "Vicky told you about Mr. Simmons' condition earlier, didn't she? You have the symptoms right, but you never me