The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu
Chapter 953

Apologizing to his patient, Abel hurried off to receive Frank.

However, as Loggins Apothecary was a mansion built in traditional Draconian architecture, there was much ground to cover from his office to the entrance.

Abel was so excited that he almost fell a few times, but Jim managed to catch him each time-he would be a laughing stock if he got hurt even before seeing Frank! "Gramps, is the man really as amazing as you say?" asked Jim, a twentyish youth who looked especially soft-spoken with his glasses and actually appeared older than Frank. Still, he was not particularly interested despite his grandfather's excitement.

While he respected Frank at first since someone like Abel would go so far as to call him mentor, the man he saw earlier was undoubtedly younger than himself.

That in turn left Jim doubtful-was his grandfather senile, mistaking some shaman off the street for an actual healer?

Naturally, Jim could not be fully blamed for being presumptuous.

When it came to traditional Draconian medicine, accomplishments and experiences were prioritized above the rest.

And both of those things were only gained through substantial time.

So, what else could Jim think when some kid younger than himself was called a healer? Could the kid really have experience? How many patients did he even have?

As such, Jim was quietly disapproving, even wary—his grandfather had spent a lifetime building a legacy in traditional Draconian medicine.

If he ended up being scammed now, not only would they be laughed at, but Abel's title as Morhen's best healer would go up in smoke too.

When that happens, even Jim's reputation as his successor would be tarnished, and there may be no chance for him to continue the business in Morhen.

"You don't believe Mr. Lawrence, do you?" Abel read his grandson like a book with a single glance-it was only natural since he had groomed the son.

Chuckling, he said, "Jim, this gentleman is a true successor of traditional Draconian medicine. Looks and age can be deceiving at times... either way, you must not disrespect him for any reason, understand?" "Yeah," Jim muttered noncommittally.

While he still did not acknowledge Frank's abilities, he would at least listen to his grandfather.

If his grandfather was not fully senile, that would mean the man would have a few tricks up his sleeve.

With that in mind, Jim happened to replace Frank standing in front of a pharmacy counter, speaking with a woman. "Ma'am, your daughter's suffering from a heat condition and dehydration. That can be helped with ice syrup and cooling fruits-a couple of days of that, and she'll be fine."

"What?"

The woman named Brenda appeared taken aback and frowned.

She was carrying her daughter Ava in one hand and holding a prescription list in the other.

Even as Ava continued to cry herself hoarse, Brenda said, "But the doctor here just told me that she caught a cold... and the prescription is completely different."

"Let me see." Frank said, taking the list and soon frowning-those were all medicinal herbs for heat conditions.