Chapter 181

“There’s no need to go that far,” Frank said slowly. “I’ll take your father’s pulse for now.” “Of course…”

Kenny replied, and Frank walked up to Jenson, putting his fingers on the latter’s wrist and feeling his pulse.

Soon, his brow furrowed, though he soon relaxed before furrowing his brows again.

The process kept repeating for a long while, until Rolf eventually had enough. “Are you really taking Uncle Jenson’s pulse, you brat?!”

Jenson then assured him, “You have nothing to worry about, Mr. Lawrence. You may speak freely.”

Frank slowly opened his eyes just then, and Kenny quickly asked, “How’s my father, Mr. Lawrence?”

“His condition is very serious,” Frank replied. “He has sustained internal injuries from his youth, and he has been indulging in vices such as alcohol and smoking instead of cultivating his health. At seventy, he has basically reached the end of a normal lifespan.”

“What?!” Kenny was left thunderstruck and stumbling backward, just as regret seized him. His father had indeed been indulgent, and he thought he should allow his father to be since he was already old.

However, that indulgence was precisely why he could not be saved, not even by Frank.

Beside them, Rolf snorted, not quite understanding why his cousin held Frank in such high regard–he was an embarrassment to Skyblade Dojo!

“I told you he can’t help,” he snorted. “And you didn’t believe me.”

Frank shot him a look. “Did I ever say I can’t?”

“What?! Mr. Lawrence, are you saying that you can help?” Kenny pressed, his eyes lighting up.

“Yes, but acupuncture won’t work. Only an Ichor Pill would.”

“That’s wonderful!” Kenny exclaimed before asking earnestly, “Can you sell one to me, Mr. Lawrence?

We will pay you however much you want.‘

Frank shook his head. “There is an ingredient I would need to make it—a wild panacea cap that is at least twenty years old. I can make it for you if you have it, but I can’t help you if you don’t.”

“O–Of course we have it here!” Kenny exclaimed in delight. “It’s in our vault, and it’s even fifty years old.”

“Oh, that’s perfect,” Frank nodded. “The older it is, the higher the medicinal value–the Ichor Pill would be even more stable with it.”

“I see,” Kenny replied. “Do come with me, Mr. Lawrence. I’ll get it for you right now.”

“Hold it!” Rolf suddenly bellowed, intercepting them while glaring at Kenny in frustration. ” It’s a gift for the Kimmels, Kenny!”

one who saved him at the time.”

“For real?!” Rolf turned toward Frank in disbelief.

“For real,” Kenny said and turned towards his father. “Dad, I know no one has been able to treat your condition, but why don’t we let Mr. Lawrence try?”

Jenson had been staring at Frank for a while.

The boy had remained perfectly composed ever since he stepped through the front door, his gaze never darting around nervously. That confidence alone was not something average Joes would ever measure up to.

Chuckling, he said, “I can see that you carry yourself with splendor, Mr. Lawrence. Well, since I’m dying anyway, what’s the harm in trying?

“Don’t play around with your life, Dad!” Kenny cried right then.

Beside him, Frank was a little surprised. Though it had been a while since he had practiced medicine, aside from his confidants, the elderly man before him was the first person who trusted a stranger like him.

“Fate is predetermined, my son. Words are just… words.” Jenson chuckled.

Kenny turned toward Frank right then, his gaze awash with emotion. “Please, Mr. Lawrence— do your best to help my father. If you do, Skyblade Dojo shall owe you an eternal debt!”