Simon Hale hesitated, making Mr. Zachary and others feel it was a bit strange.
"Dr. Hale, why aren’t you agreeing? Could it be that your family doesn’t actually have the Nine Flower Jade Dew Pills?" The butler, with his straightforward personality, couldn’t hide his thoughts and asked on the spot.
"We do have them, it’s just that...
"
There really are, and Simon felt this was extrely precious, so he carried it with him at all tis.
But because he regarded it as extrely precious, he was reluctant to take it out as a wager.
"Just what?"
The butler pressed on.
But Simon ignored him.
Mr. Zachary’s gaze wandered between July Quinn and Simon Hale.
Although he knew Dr. Hale’s dical skills were good and believed his skills could easily surpass July Quinn, this young man, Dr. Hale’s reaction seed a bit unusual in his eyes.
It always felt like Simon was afraid of sothing.
Before Mr. Zachary could figure it out, July Quinn mocked, "Tsk tsk, if your skills aren’t up to par, don’t provoke unnecessarily. If you can’t afford to lose, then don’t crow for a competition; see how embarrassing it is now?"
After saying this, she was ready to leave the director’s office.
Instead of wasting ti here, she might as well go back and rest. Who knew what Kyle Keaton, that juicing machine, might conjure up at night?
But just as her hand touched the doorknob, Simon’s voice ca from behind: "The Nine Flower Jade Dew Pills are right here! We can compete, who’s afraid of whom?"
After finally getting July Quinn to agree to the competition, he must not miss the opportunity to send her to prison.
July Quinn turned back to see Simon holding a small jade bottle carved from Nephrite Jade.
It was indeed exactly as Monroe had described to her, making the corner of her lips curl into a smile.
"Alright then, how shall we compete?"
"I just saw that there are two stroke patients here, both with hemiplegia, crooked mouths and eyes. How about we each take one and see who can alleviate their stroke symptoms?"
Simon Hale selected stroke patients for a simple reason.
Because this illness has another na, cerebral stroke.
Acupuncture can alleviate their symptoms, but the key is that the person applying the needles must have experience; otherwise, a careless mistake could be fatal.
Simon Hale focused on the risk of an easy death from a mistake.
If July Quinn really caused any harm to the patient, he would definitely send her to jail at the first opportunity.
After stating his proposal, Simon, full of confidence, heard July Quinn lightly sneer, "Is that it?"
"Young lady, are you sure you really understand dical science?" Simon imdiately ridiculed.
Anyone with so dical knowledge knows that this illness is not so easily mitigated.
But July Quinn, however, showed utter disdain, not taking any of this seriously.
"Not only do I understand dicine, but I can also make them return to normal within half an hour." July smiled.
Simon imdiately retorted, "Utter nonsense!"
Not only is he, a current giant in traditional Chinese dicine, helpless with stroke patients, but others are too.
So many similar patients, even after discharge, can only recover to a normal living standard through years of rehabilitation.
So, having missed the best rehabilitation phase, can only live their entire lives relying on wheelchairs or crutches.
Yet now, July Quinn claims she can restore them to normal in half an hour?
How is this possible?
In his eyes, this is a global dical challenge.
No matter how excellent the dical skills of the Monroe Family’s ancestors were, such a breakthrough is absolutely impossible.
"Just wait and see, I’m going to open your eyes." July Quinn also issued a fierce remark.
Dog eyes?
Did July Quinn call him a dog?
How dare she!
Simon gritted his teeth, ready to retaliate.
But July Quinn didn’t even give him a chance, directly looking toward Mr. Zachary.
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