Chapter 508 A Potent Tonic

• Any normal guy would lose it the second he saw that thing. But Gale looked like his skull was about to split. Damn it! Grand Mistress, can you please stop messing with me? “Are you serious?” Gale rolled his eyes. “Of course I’m serious!” Gianna Fleet put on a shy act. “Gale, you’re unbelievable. I’ve already taken this out, and you’re still asking me that? Isn’t that pointless? I’m yours tonight, so do whatever you want. But it’s my first time, okay? Be gentle.” Gale took the little packet straight from her hand and tore it open right in front of her. It wasn’t anything steamy. It was a pair of disposable gloves. “...” Gale was speechless. “Grand Mistress… say that again. You’re serious?!” Gianna gave an embarrassed laugh. “Oops, grabbed the wrong thing!” “...” If looks could kill, Gale would’ve glared her to death. A pair of disposable gloves to mess with him? Does she think he’s an idiot? And what’s with glove manufacturers these days? Why use packaging like that? Gloves have nothing to do with love. Why play it close to the line like that? If he could, Gale would love to crack those manufacturers’ heads open to see if there’s paste inside. Whoever designed that packaging must’ve had water sloshing in their brain. Are they sick or what? Ding-dong! The suite’s doorbell rang just then. “Ah, that’s the delivery I ordered!” Gianna walked to the door. A hotel staffer had brought it up and handed her a nicely packaged roast chicken. “Ms. Fleet, here’s your delivery. Enjoy.” “Thanks!” Gianna nodded and thanked him. “No problem. It’s our job.” With that, the staffer left and closed the door. Gianna set the food on the coffee table, then came back to the bathroom door. “Gale, hurry up with your shower! Come out and eat some chicken.” “!!!!” Gale was instantly mortified. “Grand Mistress! Say ‘eat chicken,’ not ‘eat.’ Let’s keep it classy, okay?” Gianna giggled, stealing one last glance his way before she left. That look had all kinds of innuendo in it. When Gale came out, Gianna twisted off a big drumstick and handed it to him. The two of them hugged the roast chicken and started tearing into it. Mid-bite, Gale thought of the Fengqing chickens that the old geezer kept up on the mountain. Each one was raised on top-grade medicinal herbs. Last time, he and the Grand Mistress had snuck one while the old man was away. The taste was unreal—hands down the best chicken in the world. The meat was tender, silky, and soft, with the scent of herbs soaked into every bite. Legend said it was a potent tonic for men. Gale had felt nothing at all after eating it. Maybe he’d had too many tonics to even notice. After they’d eaten their fill, Gianna insisted on sleeping with Gale. He said no—again and again—and sent her back to her own room. If he let her stay, he wouldn’t get a minute of peace all night. Early the next morning, Gale left the presidential suite and drove to the Grand Hospital. He grabbed some herbs from the pharmacy and prepared five hundred packs of secondary meds for Nora Wheeler and her team, plus four sets of tonic packages. He’d have Nora come pick them up in two days. Sure, he could hand them over now, but there was no need. If he gave them right away, Nora would think the cost was dirt cheap. “Deputy director Gale, you’re here!” The bald grifter and his mother—who’d faked an accident yesterday—came to the Traditional Medicine Department. Spotting Gale, they rushed up, all smiles. “You’re early. Did you register?” Gale asked. The bald man forced a laugh. “Deputy director, we can cover the medical bill, but can we skip the registration fee?” “That’s hospital policy. If I waive yours, what about everyone else? If people start following your lead, how do we keep order?” Gale said, dead serious. “You’re right, deputy director. We were out of line,” the bald man admitted. “Go register. Once I finish with my thirty patients today, I’ll come treat your mother,” Gale waved him off. “Okay…” No matter how much it hurt, the bald man could only head to the nurses’ station and register with Paige Morrison. Fifty grand for the registration fee. That’s sky-high anywhere in Lorrenvia. But there was no way around it. Things had gotten to this point; they had to swallow it. What he didn’t know was, his mother didn’t have any illness at all. The reason she was in agony was entirely Gale’s doing.