Chapter 1841

Frank certainly felt Dr. Georg's temper, but he smiled nonchalantly as he picked up a chair to sit on. "So you're Professor Roberts' student?" "Yes, I am," Dr. Georg said proudly, rearing his chin. "Though I heard him mention losing to a Draconia citizen, he's a master of medicine, unlike you!" Frank simply regarded him with amusement. "Really? What makes you think that wasn't me?" "Because…" Dr. Georg paused, but he soon continued solemnly, "Because he said he had lost to a master of medicine! That means he won't be as young as you are, so you don't get to insult him!" "Pfft…." Frank could not help chuckling—Dr. Georg's expression and bearing actually resembled Professor Roberts' stubbornness and competitive side. "Dr. Georg." Alba rose to his feet just then, interrupting Frank and Dr. Georg's conversation anxiously. "How's my daughter? Are you sure you can save her?" "Not a problem." Dr. Georg's brow eased as he turned toward Alba, assuring him, "I can say for sure that Ms.