The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu
Chapter 886

Frank expected George to awaken in under five minutes with his treatment, with the scarab eggs inhis gut purged.

He said ten minutes just so that he had time to spare—everyone's constitution was different, and itwas his style to be conservative.

However, it was soon ten minutes, but George was not showing signs of recovering, and his cheekswere still darkened.

Frank checked the pill he made and eventually came to a frustrating conclusion. "Wait... Could theybe lying to me?"

If they were lying, his diagnosis would be inaccurate and his solution incorrect.

If that was really the case, his treatment would be meaningless in a minor case, but George couldget killed if it was serious.

But before Frank could ask anything, Glen raised his wrist pointedly to check his Patek Philippe andshook his head.

"It's been twelve minutes, Dr. Lawrence," he said, emphasizing “doctor’ to add insult to injury. "Howmuch longer do we have to wait?"

"Hehe..." Professor Roberts chuckled but otherwise said nothing, his disdain all too clear.

"Why don't we keep waiting? What if it eventually works?" Titus winked at Frank sarcastically. "Right,Mr. Lawrence?"

Frank glowered and glared fixedly at Kendra. "Mrs. Turnbull, were you really giving me the rightinformation? Was your husband really still, and I quote, “alive and kicking’ last week?"

"What?" Kendra snapped back, but her gaze was evasive from guilt. Still, she was not about to yieldto Frank.

"Why are you suspecting me? You have no right! No..." she exclaimed but quickly switched gears."Why should I tell you anything? Who do you think you are?!"

Frank almost snapped right then.

Healers hated two things the most—the first being patients who hid symptoms out of misplacedpride, and second, doctors who did not follow instructions.

And now, not only was Frank kept in the dark over George's actual condition, but Kendra alsoinsisted on playing guessing games. How was he supposed to help?

"I remember asking you to give me the truth before I treated your husband,” he told Kendra. "Youshould know that if you don't give me the right information, I can't properly diagnose him, let alonetreat him! At that point, it'd be good if nothing happens, but there's every chance of his conditionworsening!"

His rebuking tone sent Kendra flying into a rage, and she shrieked, "Enough! You're just a hillbilly,and you should be honored that you're even allowed to set foot in my house to treat my husband!Forget being a failure—you're even complaining?! Aren't you a healer? Why would I need you if Itold you everything? Get out if you can't do it, and stop yapping here or I'll have your arms hackedoff!"

Her unreasonable outburst certainly left Frank furious.

It was clear that George was going to die because of these fools.