1332: Chapter 1332 Can’t Stop the Price Increase_1 1332: Chapter 1332 Can’t Stop the Price Increase_1 Maxwell Lee and his team still ca to him, but Peter Brown would rather forgo the 10 million dollars than continue to collaborate with them, leaving Maxwell Lee quite distressed.
In the end, the hospital still paid Peter the 10 million dollars.
Seeing that Maxwell Lee had paid the money, Peter didn’t say much.
Since it had co to this, it ant that so goodwill still existed between him and Maxwell Lee.
Of course, Peter understood in his heart that the decision for Maxwell Lee to pay must have been Mr.
Watson’s suggestion, and that the favor was owed to Mr.
Watson.
Now, throughout the provincial city, it had spread that Peter Brown, the “Divine Doctor,” was aweso, specializing in incurable diseases, not even bothering with common ailnts.
The more it was so, the more people ca to seek his treatnt.
Gilbert Thompson seized the opportunity to start promoting.
With Gilbert Thompson’s promotion, people began to learn more details.
The reputation of Maxwell Lee’s hospital had declined greatly, and more patients were finding their way to Harbor District Hospital.
Peter paid no mind to how Gilbert Thompson and others arranged for the patients.
When he arrived at Harbor District Hospital, the sight greeting him once again took him aback.
This ti, it wasn’t just the local dia, but many high-nosed, blue-eyed foreigners as well.
“Doctor Brown, this really can’t be stopped.
Now that the dia has broadcast it, even foreign countries are aware.
Many dia outlets want to witness your dical skills for themselves.
What do you think about letting them observe?”
Thinking that the bigger his reputation, the more likely he was to fulfill the assessnt requirents, Peter didn’t see it as a big deal and nodded slightly, “As long as it doesn’t interfere with my treatnt, let them be.”
The light in Gilbert Thompson’s eyes suddenly brightened.
He knew that from now on, his hospital would be extrely prominent, possibly becoming a world-class institution soday.
Watching Gilbert Thompson hurry to make arrangents, Peter went to the Traditional dicine Pharmacy to check the various dicinal materials he had asked to be prepared.
After a look, Peter nodded to himself.
Gilbert Thompson was quite thodical; everything that needed to be prepared was ready.
“How many sets of silver needles have been prepared?” Peter asked a very beautiful female doctor who was following him closely.
The female doctor quickly replied, “One hundred sets.”
Peter nodded and said, “It’s better to gather all the patients in one place, it makes it easier for to treat them.”
“Doctor Brown, everything will be prepared as you instructed.
Don’t worry,” she assured.
Looking at the beautiful doctor, Peter noticed she was likely in her early twenties, her brows furrowed in concentration, probably still a virgin.
When the woman caught Peter looking her way, her face blushed.
She had heard so many stories about him; she thought how amazing he was with limitless potential.
If only she could marry him.
Peter was unaware of the beauty harboring such thoughts.
He sat down, brewed a cup of tea, and drank, waiting for the hospital’s arrangents.
After a while, Gilbert Thompson arrived in haste, “Doctor Brown, everything has been arranged.
The dia will live broadcast the treatnt process, but they won’t disturb your work.
This ti we have eighty patients with incurable diseases.
As you treat each one, there will be comntators explaining the process.
Twenty of them are special personnel, but they too have diseases difficult to cure.”
Peter wasn’t really concerned about the patients’ situations, but he asked out of curiosity, “There must have been too many people this ti.
How did you handle it?”
“Nothing special, just set up a threshold for treatnt.
Following the rule you had with Director Green, one hundred thousand as an entry fee, each quota auctioned off from high to low, whoever bids more gets treated,” Gilbert Thompson explained.
Peter’s mouth twitched at this.
It was a blatant disregard for dical ethics.
Seeing Peter’s expression, Gilbert Thompson said, “There was no other way.
There were too many people, and the world is full of the wealthy who fear death.
Even with that, guess how much the highest bidder paid?”
Peter shook his head.
Gilbert Thompson revealed, “2 million dollars.
The first one to get a treatnt quota bid 2 million dollars, and even the lowest bidder offered 300,000 dollars.”
What?
Peter was taken aback.
Gilbert Thompson continued, “Don’t be so surprised.
The value of a Divine Doctor is far beyond 2 million.
It’s just that your fa isn’t that widespread yet.
Watch, after this live broadcast by the dia, your value will see a substantial upgrade.
Then, not just 2 million, but even 100 million dollars could be possible.
I’m now considering expanding the treatnt area; this place might even beco a world center for healthcare.”
Peter said, “Get ready then.
If it’s about ti, we can start treating patients.”
After Gilbert Thompson consulted his subordinates for a mont, he told Peter, “We are ready.”
By then, the dia personnel had also been let in.
The news of curing so many incurable diseases had spread over the past two days, drawing intense interest from many.
So streaming platforms had started contemplating live broadcasts, and everyone wanted to see whether this was real or fake.
The conditions of the hundreds of patients who had arrived were all disclosed, allowing anyone to verify whether they truly had incurable diseases, eliminating any possibility of fraud.
Indeed, as the dia reporters looked upon the patients wheeled into the hall, looking as if they could die at any mont, a deep question mark ford in their minds: they’d heard Peter Brown was just a janitor, so how could he possess such aweso dical skills?
What kind of inheritance had he received to beco a celebrity overnight from obscurity?
Was there a chance encounter like those found in novels?
Many people were skeptical and wanted to witness Peter’s treatnt process firsthand.
Actually, even Peter himself hadn’t expected things to develop in this direction.
Of course, even if he had known, Peter wouldn’t have minded.
As for the possibility of being captured for dissection and research, Peter wasn’t concerned either.
Once he had earned enough money, he would rapidly advance in his cultivation.
Then, even if a powerful entity were to co, what could they do?
As for being currently defenseless, Peter also wasn’t worried.
As a Formation Master Level individual, even if an army ca, setting up a formation would be enough to block any attack.
Dressed in a white coat, Peter walked into the treatnt hall.
Since there were too many patients to treat at once and the nurous dia present, Gilbert Thompson had arranged for the location to be the hall, making it more visible and straightforward.
As Peter looked around, there were plenty of caras and broadcasting equipnt set up everywhere.
Then, glancing at the beds of patients, he noted the IV drips keeping them clinging to life.
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