Chapter 78: Thirteen Needles of Rejuvenation

Lewis Casson sat at the edge of the hospital bed and reached for Frederick Warth's wrist. As he took the pulse, his brow furrowed deeper and deeper. This illness was anything but simple. There were no signs of poisoning at all. Half of it came from the old man's own body, and half had been inflicted on him by someone else. The two combined into a bizarre condition-so much so that even if someone suspected foul play and ordered an autopsy after he died, it would turn up nothing. "Old Mr. Warth,...