Chapter 335: Reviving Traditional Medicine Is Our Duty

Ramon Baxter's gaze drifted to Harley Ashby's pale, delicate feet, and he had to fight the urge to give them a playful squeeze. "Ready?" he asked, voice low and steady. "It'll hurt a little at first. Try to bear with it." "Mmm… I'm ready," Harley murmured, forcing herself to sound brave. "Go ahead." With her answer, Ramon began. "Mmh…" A sharp ache flared, and Harley let out a soft, involuntary sound. Her brows knit tight. It did hurt, but the sting faded almost as soon as it came. In its...