Darryl knew the pill was effective but thought Dax needed some time to recover after taking the pill. Surprisingly, he instantly recovered. Dax was severely wounded, but those wounds were mostly physical cuts. He would not have recovered even with this pill if he was unlucky beaten by masters.

Meanwhile, Nancy with her lips trembling in disbelief stood by the side transfixed. She knew and heard with her own ears that even the most advanced treatments were of no help and Dax was to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair. However, a small pill actually cured him. What a miracle!

Dax was jumping around like an overly excited kid and grabbed Darryl’s shoulder. “Let’s go and hit the bar!”

Nancy stumped on her feet and scolded, “That’s insane! You just recovered. Can’t you be more considerate to those people who care about you? Grandpa is still home worrying about you.”

Dax ruffled his hair. “You’re right. I’ll go home and drink then. That will give Grandpa a surprise!”

“You…”