Chapter 1760

Frank spoke quietly, "Bring me the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom." "But, Mr. Lawrence…" Trevor was hesitant. "You told me not to take it out under any circumstances, and—" "Don't waste my time," Frank snapped. Noticing the edge in Frank's voice, Trevor hung up right away without another word. "Phew…" Frank lay on his bed again, sighing lengthily. Then, growling through gritted teeth, he forced himself to sit up and pulled out all the tubes attached to him as he got out of bed. "Frank?! What?!" Peter rushed in when he heard the commotion inside and immediately found Frank trying to stand up by leaning on the bed handles. He was stunned—Frank could still get out of bed in this condition?! After all, the doctors here at Zamri Hospital said that Frank had sustained over seventy percent of burns over his body, with his hair completely burned off. It went without saying that the gaping hole in his stomach ended up even worse, and an infection was kicking in by the time Frank was sent to