Chapter 1335

Frank's body swayed, and he was on the verge of collapsing. The doctors hurriedly rushed forward to steady him. They treated his wounds while checking his current physical condition through his pulse. All the poisons in the wooden tub had been processed, reducing a large part of their toxicity, otherwise, Frank would not have been able to endure the entire process, nor would anyone else. After taking his pulse, a doctor said, "Your fortitude has shown results. Currently, a portion of the poison is already in your body. The next step is to adapt. Of course, this process will be painfully excruciating. It's a fate worse than death." Just imagine being tortured daily by such toxins. Wasn't it a fate worse than death? Nevertheless, Frank could not help but wonder whether it would be just as painful when Bobo fell victim to the poison. Upon pondering this thought, Frank's desire to bear the burden in Lucille's stead intensified. He wished to take upon himself the torturous, poisonous afflic