Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 85 Minor Injury 

George arched his brows a bit, anticipating her next words. 

“Earlier, the folks in the command centre said that even if we pooled all our lives together, it wouldn’t equal to his life,” she stated. 

“Who brought that up?” George asked. 

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Isabelle remained silent but pressed on. “Even a modest act of goodwill can result in a significant return, not to mention an act of saving a life. Is it not sensible to ask Mr. Harris for something?” 

George hesitated, considering whether to point out that Dylan’s current predicament stemmed from Isabelle’s destruction of Isaac’s stronghold. 

Nonetheless, she might contend that even if she hadn’t demolished it, Isaac’s motives were sinister, and a showdown with God’s Armament was unavoidable. A collision between the opposing factions was destined 

to occur 

With a playful glint in his eyes, George quipped, “Miss Jenkins, what’s on your mind? If it’s within my reach, feel free to spill.” 

Jack, confined to casts on both legs, experienced a pang of remorse as Isabelle and White Owl drew near. He averted his gaze, sensing like a mischievous child. 

White Owl had warned him earlier that God’s Armament was the property of another, and he had to behave accordingly. However, he still trailed behind God’s Armament’s chief assistant to the mine, leading to a considerable disturbance. 

“Is it painful?” Isabelle broke the silence with her first words. 

Jack glanced at her and mumbled, “I’m a mercenary, not a kid. What’s the significance of this?” 

Isabelle gave a nod of confirmation and signalled for White Owl and Badman to pull down Jack’s pants. 

ck was startled, hastily grabbing hold of his pants and gazing at Isabelle with a fearful look. “What are you going to do?” 

White Owl and Badman exchanged a quick look, and without uttering a word, they promptly commenced their actions, with one restraining his hand and the other lowering his pants. 

Jack’s furious shouts and embarrassed cries resonated throughout the ward. 

“Please lower your voice in the hospital,” Isabelle gently prompted. 

“Hey Jack, your legs are white!” Badman joked, tugging at Jack’s striped pants, chuckling, and revealing a set of pearly white teeth. 

Jack hurled insults at Badman, continuously uttering the same expletive. The unfortunate foreigner seemed clueless about proper swearing. 

“Isn’t it a bit funny? A full–grown man like you acting all shy? Weren’t you still rocking your undies?” Isabelle chuckled, swiftly snatching the blanket to shield his decency. 

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Seated beside the bed, Isabelle retrieved an acupuncture set. 

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“Boss, you’re into acupuncture? Are you a physician? Our previous boss used to.“White Owl caught sight. of George at the doorway and cut himself off. 

“Quit squirming. I’ve prepared something helpful for you. I’ll provide it when you leave,” Isabelle assured, beginning to insert needles into Jack’s leg. 

Jack blushed and expressed his disinterest in receiving anything helpful. 

“They’re genuinely useful tools, granted by God’s Armament,” Badman remarked cheerfully to Jack. 

In response, Jack cast him a glare filled with bitterness. 

Following a few needle insertions from Isabelle, Jack was astonished to discover that the intense pain had diminished, prompting him to stop resisting and look up at his leg. 

This acupuncture therapy brought memories of No Name flooding back to him. 

His eyes involuntarily darted towards Isabelle. 

Throughout the day, Isabelle remained at George’s mansion, which resulted in Jack seldom encountering her, sometimes even deliberately steering clear of her. The most recent sighting he had of her was more than a week ago, and after several days of her absence, he observed that his recent boss… had slimmed down and appeared even more captivating. 

Following Isabelle’s final needle application, she asked, “How do you 

feel? 

“Come on, spill it. How’s it feel?” Badman eagerly questioned, having previously observed No Name’s acupuncture techniques and found them quite impressive. He never anticipated the new boss to possess the same skill. 

Do all individuals from Cheshian have this capability? It’s as enigmatic as martial arts. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

thinking about that, he realised the pain in his leg had vanished. The relief he experienced was much 

than any pain medication, and it worked quickly. 

“No more pain,” Jack declared. 

In response, Badman stooped down to examine the needles in Jack’s leg, but Jack rebuffed him with a scornful expression, commanding. “Get lost.” 

Isabelle glanced towards the door where George stood and asked, “Mr. Harris, have you already visited Dylan this fast?” 

Before George’s footsteps reverberated in the hallway, Isabelle detected his presence. She mused inwardly. Well, he’s a trusted ally and shares Harris‘ surname. Maybe there’s some distant connection. Why the rush for a brief visit? Why not just make a video call from home? 

“I’m done, George declared. 

Noticing what George had brought, Isabelle, sensing an unusual empathy, suggested, “If needed, I can also provide some acupuncture for Dylan.” 

Casting a glance at Jack lying on the bed, his thigh osed and barely covered by a corner of the blanket. 

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George remarked, “No need. He’s not feeling any pain 

“It seems the injury isn’t too serious, which is a relief, Isabelle remarked. 

Isn’t that serious? Jack was shocked as he pondered, Can that guy handle so much?lle was amazed anddefinitely deserving of being part of God’s Armament. 

Jack was determined to exit the hospital, a choice Isabelle endorsed. 

Before departing, she contemplated paying a visit to Dylan. She comprehended the rationale behind his confinement. 

She planned to assess his state. 

However, George intervened, Just a minor injury. No need to visit.” 

Consequently, Isabelle went back. 

Upon returning to God’s Armament, Jack stepped inside and promptly started demanding to inspect the goods. As soon as he glimpsed the crates of cutting–edge firearms, his eyes gleamed with excitement.