Chapter 128: Nation's Sacred Healer

As Dante Easton forced the lingering curse bugs out of the patient's body, the looks in the ward shifted. Doubt and disdain gave way to gravity and respect. He never cared what they thought. He kept his focus, fingers rolling the silver needles, driving the toxins out. He took a needle and pricked both of the patient's middle fingers. Black blood welled at once, bead after bead like a snapped string of pearls. "A container-catch it!" He called out, and the nurse hurried over with a glass dish. A...