Chapter 108 Clearing the Bad Blood

• Krystal Hart finally let out a breath. She trusted Francis Lynch with all her heart, but deep down she was still scared—what if he lost this medical duel? What then?
• Francis didn’t care what the people around him thought. He slipped in the final silver needle.
• As that last needle settled, the little boy frowned. Beads of blackened, toxic blood welled up and dripped from the tip of his left ring finger.