The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 883

"What…" Frank frowned. "Examination is vital in Draconian traditional medicine, and gloves aren't a part of it. I need direct contact to examine the patient's body temperature, skin texture, and other details to properly diagnose him—"

"Shut up!" Kendra clearly could not stand his long-winded explanation, almost spitting out her dentures. "Put those gloves on, or get out of here! We never asked for you! Some hillbilly like you doesn't get to touch my husband—I care for hygiene even if you don't!"

Frank almost snapped at Kendra's outburst.

He had every intention to help George, but his family repeatedly harassed him, clearly having no intention to let him live!

"Hmph."

He snorted, but decided to bear with it and put on the gloves for the sake of seeing Vicky.

"Now, now, Mr. Lawrence." Titus chuckled even as he put on the gloves. "You don't get to blame those gloves if you misdiagnose Mr. Turnbull."

"Draconian traditional medicine doesn't even observe proper hygiene. How scandalous…" Professor Roberts sighed, shaking his head.

Frank ignored them as he gently lifted George's eyelid and immediately saw the black dot in his pupils.

"A bug?" he thought right then, but without touching George directly, he had no way of determining the actual bug.

Closing his eyes, he put his fingers and felt George's pulse, and he scowled even as he slowly opened his eyes.

Turning to Glen, he asked, "Your father's been sick for a while, hasn't he?"