"Stop talking nonsense!" Autumn glared at him.

"Uncle, I have a healing pill here. Shall we let Grandfather try it?" Patrick suddenly stepped forward from the crowd, holding a Gemiphen. He wouldn't take such a risk if his grandfather's condition weren't critical.

"A healing pill?" Torben furrowed his brow. "This thing looks suspicious. Where did you get it from?"

"A friend gave it to me," Patrick answered truthfully.

"Hah! Your friends? They're a bunch of useless people." Torben sneered. "