Margaret Tucker AKA Lord Reaper novel Chapter 110

Chapter 110 The Prescriptive Order

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Margaret didn’t waste words. She walked over to Andrew, squatted down, and unbuckled his belt with her own hands.

Then, with complete calm, she pulled off his black trousers.

His muscular long legs were exposed.

“Maggie, not taking off the underwear?” he asked, feigning innocence.

Margaret fell silent for a full second before replying sharply, “No need!”

Next, Margaret began examining Andrew’s legs carefully.

The damage was to his nervous system.

She reached out, pressed hard on his thigh, and asked, “Does it hurt?”

Andrew shook his head. “No.”

Margaret silently increased the pressure. “What about now? Any feeling?”

Andrew shook his head again. “Nothing.”

“How about this? Any sensation?”

“No.”

“And this?”

“Still nothing.”

Walter stood with his back to them, his face a kaleidoscope of emotions.

Listening to their back-and-forth, anyone in the know would realize they were doing a medical check.

Anyone who didn’t would think they were up to something steamy…

Come on, you two big shots-have some decency!

A few minutes later, Margaret fully understood the condition of Andrew’s legs. She stood up, her face grave for the first time.

His legs were in far worse shape than she’d imagined.

Her healing powers could only regenerate limbs that had been severed for less than 20 hours.

For his case, her healing abilities were completely useless.

It seemed she couldn’t wait until she regained her peak strength. She’d have to go to that place early. Otherwise, Andrew’s legs would miss the last chance to recover.

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Chapter 110 The Prescriptive Order

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Margaret helped Andrew pull his trousers back on.

Andrew’s face was slightly red.

Seeing that, she couldn’t help teasing him with a smile, “Andrew, are you actually blushing from shyness?”

Andrew’s face turned cold instantly. He put on a serious expression, his tone arrogant and domineering. “Me? Blush? Don’t be ridiculous!”

Margaret said nothing.

He totally was blushing. I’ve seen it clearly.

Margaret turned to Darryl and ordered, “Darryl, bring me a pen and paper.”

Her tone was natural, dominant, as if she were the lady of the house.

“Yes, Ms. Tucker,” Darryl replied.

This young girl exudes an inexplicable aura of authority-like someone who’s held power for years.

“Ms. Tucker, here you are.”

Margaret took the pen and paper, scribbling down rows of words in quick, sharp strokes.

Her handwriting was bold and unrestrained.

She handed the paper to Darryl, giving her instructions cleanly and crisply. “Starting today, make medicine for Andrew according to this list.”

Walter, watching from the side, was shocked to the core. “Ms. Tucker… you really can cure Andrew’s legs?”

Even my grandpa couldn’t do it. How could this young girl possibly have a way?

Margaret nodded calmly. “I do have a way. But I can’t treat him right away. We can only use these medicines. to nourish his body first.”

Looking at Margaret’s confident face, Walter didn’t know what to say for a moment.

Deep down, he didn’t believe her.

Yet somehow, she had an aura that was incredibly persuasive-she had a charm that made people trust her.

It made people feel deep down that she wasn’t joking, that she really had the ability to do what she said.

“Ms. Tucker, may I see the prescription?”

Walter still didn’t feel at ease. He wanted to check the prescription first.

He was afraid Margaret was messing around.

If she prescribed the wrong medicine, it wouldn’t cure Andrew-it might even make him worse.

“Give it to him,” Margaret said.

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