Chapter 242

Vicky sprang to her feet and snapped back at Donald, “You’re lying through your teeth! That man’s spasms aren’t caused by the Rejuvenation Pill. Also, what are you doing here at my press conference instead of your own?”

Donald spread his arms innocently. “Don’t change the subject, Ms. Turnbull. You should be telling us right now what you’re going to do about this.”

Vicky snorted in disdain. “It will be dealt with as it should. We will pay for damages if it really was our issue.”

“Then why aren’t we doing it already?”

“That man’s condition is not determined to be caused by the Rejuvenation Pill yet. Even the likes of you won’t have to worry about getting your money back.”

That was when Frank walked straight toward Dan after being silent throughout. “Mr. Zimmer, let me examine the patient.”

Dan nodded repeatedly as he cleared the way for Frank.

“Oh, shit! Who the hell is the kid?!”

“D–Did Mr. Zimmer just make way for him?”

As Frank put his palm lightly on the spasming man’s wrist, he knew immediately that the man was fine.

Still, he was actually amused to see the man spewing drool all over the floor–what a great actor!

Frank’s eyes flashed as he had an idea how to deal with the man.

He struck a pressure point, firing his vigor into it and-

“Argh!!!” The man started screaming.

Frank, however, appeared dramatically troubled. “Oh, my! His condition is really serious. Looks like I have to properly examine him.”

Then, he moved to another pressure point and repeated what he did earlier.

“Argh!!!” The man was sweating buckets but was too scared to get up since he had yet to finish what Donald tasked him to do.

Beside Frank, Dan asked hesitantly, “Mr. Lawrence… What are you doing?”

“Treatment, of course. There’s still 1885 pressure points to clear, and he will be fine once I’m done.”

Dan pursed his lips–there were certainly not that many pressure points in the human body… Still, he realized with a start at the next instant that Frank was hurting the bastard!

“Argh!!!”

As Frank moved up to the next pressure point and hit it with his vigor again, the man was genuinely spasming in pain this time.

His face had turned purple too!

1185? He was not going to survive 118!

As Frank raised his fingers and moved to another pressure point, the man sprang to his feet and yelled, “Stop!!! Stop!!! I’m fine now!!!!

The crowd gasped.

“He’s… fine?”

“Holy shit! The kid’s actually that amazing?!”

“Hell yeah… Mr. Zimmer can’t even do anything about it, but he fixed him in no time at all!”

At the same time, Frank put a hand on the man’s shoulder. “Now that you’re fine, why don’t you tell us who sent you?”

The man looked up, shuddering even as he gingerly slid a glance at Donald.

Donald shook his head, clearly telling him to keep his mouth shut.

However, Frank snapped, “Talk, or I’ll make you wish you were dead!”

The man quickly decided he did not want to be put through the pain earlier.

He would lose his job, but he was only paid a couple grand a month anyway–he did not want to die for it!

With that, he promptly pointed at Donald. “I–It’s Mr. Salazar.”

“Louder. And tell us everything,” Frank snapped.

The man closed his eyes as he gave in completely. “Mr. Salazar sent me. I was perfectly fine, but Mr.

Salazar told me to pretend I was sick because he can’t stand the Rejuvenation Pill being so well received!”

The journalists immediately erupted in an uproar.

“What?”

“He actually did that?”

As all eyes turned to Donald, he looked like someone had shoved a pile of dung in his throat right then!