Chapter 513
Author: Mel Hope
last update2026-03-30 03:01:09
Without wasting a single moment, Antonio pulled a crisp sheet of paper from his pocket and began writing down a precise list of herbs and natural compounds. Each one was chosen with deliberate care, selected for its specific properties—some to strengthen weak organs, others to purify the blood, and a few to boost the body’s natural defenses. His handwriting was neat, almost meticulous, the words flowing with purpose, each letter carrying the weight of knowledge and certainty. The ink gleamed fai
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