Chapter 886

Frank expected George to awaken in under five minutes with his treatment, with the scarab eggs in his gut purged. He said ten minutes just so that he had time to spare—everyone's constitution was different, and it was his style to be conservative. However, it was soon ten minutes, but George was not showing signs of recovering, and his cheeks were still darkened. Frank checked the pill he made and eventually came to a frustrating conclusion. "Wait… Could they be lying to me?" If they were lying, his diagnosis would be inaccurate and his solution incorrect. If that was really the case, his treatment would be meaningless in a minor case, but George could get killed if it was serious. But before Frank could ask anything, Glen raised his wrist pointedly to check his Patek Philippe and shook his head. "It's been twelve minutes, Dr. Lawrence," he said, emphasizing 'doctor' to add insult to injury. "How much longer do we have to wait?" "Hehe…" Professor Roberts chuckled but otherwise