The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 1855

"Exactly. I too think that Mr. Lawrence's explanation makes sense," the soldier who was driving added.

"What, are you interested in traditional Draconian medicine too?" Frank chuckled.

He was feeling relaxed since he no longer had to bother himself with the Quills' troubles and was cheerfully making small talk with the two soldiers escorting them.

"Haha! Please don't put me through the wringer, Mr. Lawrence."

The soldier driving the buggy shook his head, chuckling. "I've been frequently injured myself and have only learned a thing or two since I visit the doctor all the time. But I'm still nothing compared to you."

Then, pointing at his comrade, he chuckled, "That said, you shouldn't underestimate this man now, Mr. Lawrence. He's the treasure of Quill Manor!"

"Really?"

Frank glanced at Winter and Jean, who were both smiling. "How so?"

"Oh…"

The soldier riding shotgun scratched his head. "It's just a moniker that my comrades gave me. Like I said, I only know a thing or two, but I could at least help them. Here…"

He then pulled out a wooden box from his pocket, containing simple first-aid items such as disinfectant and stitches.

"Not bad," Frank smiled and nodded, surprised that a soldier who was basically a doorman could do that much.

His talent was certainly being wasted as a doorman.

"Well, that's about all I can do. My father used to be a combat medic himself…"

The soldier driving the buggy sighed emotionally as he patted the wooden box. "He fought alongside the governor up north, but now… Ugh, it's frustrating just thinking about it!"

The soldier driving the buggy suddenly snorted, but his comrade quickly shot him a warning look as he slid the wooden box back in his pocket.

As such, asking was really pointless.

"By the way, you have a lingering condition, don't you?"

Frank then smiled at the soldier driving the buggy, changing the subject.

The soldier exclaimed in surprise, "What? How'd you know, Mr. Lawrence?!"

"Well, that's not all," Frank continued. "I know that you'd feel unbearable pain whenever the weather gets cold. I can tell that your rib cage has been struck by some blunt instrument, after all."

"Eh?" Both soldiers sitting up front traded glances of shock.

"Hehe…"

Winter hid a smile behind her hand, not at all surprised. "Like I said, Frank is the best healer in Draconia right now. There's nothing he can't diagnose."