Chapter 157: You Even Have to Tip at the Doctor's

An hour later, the basin the nurse brought in was crawling with leeches. The engorged leeches jutted up like razor clams poking out of wet sand, their mouths smeared with fresh blood. Pierce scattered a handful of salt. The leeches twitched a few times, then melted into slick, dark sludge. The half basin of bloody water looked ghastly. "Master, is this the blood-sucking technique? Amazing. My legs feel so much lighter." Kyle was the best judge of whether it worked. He stood up, stamped his feet,...