The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

It was a gruesome sight that left Abel's heart skipping a beat.

He could tell just from Jaden's face that he would die soon, what with the necrosis setting in and the blackness all over his brow.

What on earth was he poisoned with? He was clearly a dead man walking and just might breathe his last breath at the very next instant!

"Mr. Loggins, what do you think?" Chet asked urgently.

Jaden was his son and the hope of his family, and his heart could break seeing Jaden like that.

"Patience, Mr. Favoni," Abel said, but sweat was seeping over his brow.

While he thought there was hope before, it had certainly vaporized as his heart sank to rock bottom now.

Just from Jaden's face, even his mentor might not be able to help here, let alone himself.

"Urgh..."

Abel sighed as everyone looked on. "The poison has already reached his organs, probably perforating his stomach. He's now breathing his last breath, and all I can do is try to keep him alive. As for his cultivation..."

His diagnosis left the Favonis thunderstruck, with Chet especially freezing up. "What...?"

That was when Lubor snickered, "Chet, you should know that there are specialties when it comes to medicine. There is no doubt that Abel here is a miracle worker, but his specialty is illnesses, whereas Jaden was poisoned, and poisons are only cured with antidotes. Hehe..."

He trailed off, but his meaning was clear.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

If they want Jaden to make a full recovery while retaining his cultivation, they must take Lubor's deal-hand over the chief of the Martial Alliance to Hundred Bañe their

Sect and let one are.

Jaden.

cure

And Lubor clearly did not care that he was causing further trouble, chuckling sarcastically. "The more or you drag this out, Chet, the less

chance Jaden would have to survive this!"

"Fuck you!"

Enraged, Edon flung his machete at Lubor, which stabbed into the door just beside Lubor while he bellowed, "You did this, didn't you?!" "Watch your mouth, Edon!" Lubor snapped back, but he was still traumatized as he watched the machete shoot toward himself just now.

While the machete fortunately

missed him, he glowered and

snapped, Jaden is my nephew, and

I have no reason to hurt him when he's destined for greatness! In the end, only my way can save him, so make up your mind already, Chet!"

Chet gritted his teeth in silence, but he eventually turned toward Abel. "Please, Mr. Loggins. Just keep Jaden alive for now-we will come up with something else later." "Sure," Abel nodded. "I have an acupuncture technique that could stabilize his vitals for a while. It won't save him, but it would at least improve his current condition." "Of course! Please do it right away!" Chet nodded eagerly.

"Alright."

Abel took out a box of needles from his briefcase, disinfecting them before dabbing them into a bottle of dark yellow fluid.

Then, he inserted the needles into Jaden's forehead, arms, and palms.