Chapter 1573 No Cure In This World

Thorvald withdrew his fingers, his expression somewhat unusual as he observed Ashlyn's complexion. “Your face is rosy, not like that of a sick person, yet your pulse is strangely peculiar. This peculiarity doesn't seem like an illness either.” As he spoke, he turned his gaze back to Ludvig. “Mr. Rathmore, how about we do bloodletting?”