Chapter 176: Are You Convinced?

Salvatore Casson smiled. "I taught myself a little." Whitney Looske extended her right hand. Her fingers were slender, the faint blue of her veins visible beneath the skin. Brock Zerba frowned, irritation flickering across his face. "Salvatore Casson, you're not a doctor. Don't mess around." Whitney only laughed. "Let him try. Maybe he can figure out what's wrong with me." Salvatore rested his fingers on her Pulse Gate. After a little more than ten seconds, his brows drew tight. "Ms. Looske,...