As soon as she said those words, everyone was montarily stunned before smiling in defeat.
Steven shook his head. Regardless of what Cecilia said, helping Jas was the most important thing now.
He looked at Jas and said, "Mr. Mitchell, I will contact Dr. David to see what solutions he might have regarding the occupational disease problem. As for the building materials, there’s no rush. Please just wait patiently."
Jas nodded. "Thank you, Steven."
Seeing no one was paying attention to her, Cecilia wanted to continue speaking, but Elena stopped her.
It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Cecilia, but she knew that even if the dicine worked, it couldn’t be developed in just one day. Continuing to speak would just give others sothing to use against them.
Cecilia was surprised. "Aunt, even you......"
"Cecilia, it’s not that I don’t believe you, but Dr. David has a professional research team that might be better for the company......"
‘Who exactly is Dr. David? Everyone trusts him so much, yet I’ve never even heard of him.’
Just as she was wondering, a voice suddenly rang out.
"Dr. David, please co forward to treat my father."
The voice was clear and calm, making people, including Cecilia, turn to look at the owner.
The owner of the voice was just as clean and steady as his voice. His white suit highlighted his bright pale skin, and his ticulously styled hair imdiately showed that he was an extraordinary person.
Cecilia asked in confusion, "Who is he?"
Elena replied, "He is Wynne Whitmore, the youngest CEO of Whitmore Group."
‘Whitmore Group? Isn’t that the group that Old Ari ntioned was related to my mother?’
Cecilia felt an indescribable sensation, as if she saw her mother’s youth through this composed young man.
Wynne had a sincere expression as he looked at the old man wearing gold-rimd glasses in front of him.
He was David.
David pushed his glasses, his tone filled with arrogance.
"There is a three-million-dollar consultation fee, or you can forget about it."
Cecilia frowned. As a doctor tasked with healing the sick, to demand three million before even understanding a patient’s condition was truly unethical.
‘Just how capable could he be?’
Wynne took out a black card and handed it to David.
"Here is five million. If you can cure my father, you can na your price."
Cecilia clicked her tongue. Indeed, the Whitmore family was truly wealthy.
Only then did David show a semblance of respect. He reached out, took the black card, and then waved his hand.
"Just wait in line. According to my estimates, it will take half a year before we can get to your father. "
Upon hearing this, Wynne beca anxious.
"My father’s situation is dire. The doctors say he won’t make it through this month. Can’t you move up the date—"
He hadn’t finished speaking when David interrupted him.
"Move it up? I’m a doctor here to save lives; I have dical ethics. You think you can just push the date forward when you want? How immature!"
Though Wynne was exceptionally talented in business, he was still too young; faced with such accusations, he didn’t know what to do.
Seeing him looking so anxious and helpless, Cecilia unexpectedly felt a bit of pity. She could not bear it any longer and stood up.
"Save lives? Are you even worthy of that?"
Her clear voice captured the attention of everyone present.
Cecilia made her way through the crowd directly to David and Wynne.
Elena didn’t even have ti to stop her as she had already gone and stood in front of David.
She reprimanded him sharply, "dical ethics? Dr. David, you’ve been in Star City for half a month, spending every night in bars and clubs. The people seeking treatnt from you go bankrupt just to pay your consultation fee, and yet you dismiss them with a single ’just wait’. I want to ask you, where exactly are those dical ethics you claim to have?"
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