NovelEnglishWith that, only Jean and Winter were left in the room with Frank.
Smiling at Winter, he said, "I'm going to teach you the precepts of Draconian traditional medicine over a month, while you study the rest from there. How about that?" Winter's eyes lit up-she had seen Frank's skill in medicine, and she would be a great help to him if she could inherit his skills. She nodded repeatedly at that thought.
"Good." Frank was pleased to see her agree to it. "With this, you'll be even more qualified as hospital chief." "Why are you still going on about that..." Winter pouted, clearly doubting Frank.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtFrank was not concerned, however, even smiling as he patted her head and told her to study well while he made the arrangements.
Jean stood up just then-she was not convinced Frank could get someone like Gene to agree to his request, but Frank had already achieved the impossible one too many times.
At this point, she was just used to Frank achieving wonders, which was why she was the only one most convinced that Frank was telling the truth in that room.
Though hesitant, she asked Frank to train her with Winter, and Frank agreed to it after sthought.
After all, acupuncture was a necessary part of Draconian traditional medicine. If he was training Winter alone, that meant he had to strip down for her practical sessions—it was just too embarrassing.
That was why Frank was keen for the girls to practice with each other.
He was not a hoarder anyway, and he was perfectly welcoming to anyone who was interested in learning Draconian traditional medicine.
With that, they agreed on a date, with Jean and Winter traveling to Zamri in two days.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThat also meant Frank had the pressing task of finding a mansion, ideally close to Lanecorp, that could accommodate everyone by tomorrow.
As Jean and Winter happily left, Frank remained alone on the private room minutch, waiting until around ten minutes later, and someone knocked on the broken door.
Content belongs to en.sw"Mr. Lawrence? Is now a convenient tfor you? We've brought her here." "Yeah, bring her in," he replied.
The broken door creaked open, and a familiar figure with a bandaged face was flung to Frank's feet.
"Frank Lawrence!" Naturally, it was none other than Aria Lond, glaring viciously and spitefully at Frank.
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