Chapter 297
Harvey’s claims were exaggerated to the point where the other physicians in the Harmony Medical Center were sweating profusely, their faces turning red.
Not only them, but even the renowned Clive would have shut him up! He was utterly shameless!
Harvey, however, was full of confidence. His gaze rested on the paralyzed legs of the man in the wheelchair as he made another boast. “Only our clinic can treat your legs!”
“Oh?” The man in the wheelchair’s eyes shifted slightly, and he finally spoke. “Are you sure?”
The other physicians nearby were so anxious they almost covered Harvey’s mouth!
Saying something could be treated without absolute certainty was a grave taboo in medicine!
But he had no concept of humility. In his eyes, there were many physicians in the clinic, all of
whom had followed Clive for many years. How could they not handle such a small
Thus, with absolute certainty, he replied, “Of course!”
The man in the wheelchair lowered his eyes, pausing momentarily before suppressing the brief flicker of hope in them.
He had heard these words many times before, each time kindling a flicker of hope, only to be followed by deeper despair.
He folded his hands, speaking slowly, “If you can treat it, I’ll give you a mountain of gold. But if you dare deceive me… Heh… I’ll burn your clinic to the ground!”
Harvey only heard the first part and immediately said, “I’ll be waiting for your mountain of gold then!”
With that, he waved his hand and instructed all the renowned physicians in the Harmony Medical Center, “Why are you all standing there Treat this gentleman’s legs! Be sure to cure- him!”
The lower–ranked physicians exchanged looks, dismayed.
What was happening? Harvey had boasted, and now they were expected to run themselves ragged to make it come true!
But there were exceptions. He recently hired two medical masters for a hefty price, both with recognition and status comparable to Clive’s.
These two had a high opinion of themselves, and their arrogance rivaled Harvey’s.
Upon hearing Harvey’s words, the two medical masters remained calm, exuding the aura of a true expert. They instructed the others, “You guys handle the diagnosis. We’ll step in only
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when you can’t fix it!”
They were truly impressive with their confident demeanor.
The other physicians relaxed slightly, knowing that things wouldn’t go south. So, they began diagnosing the man in the wheelchair and checking his legs.
The man in the wheelchair was none other than Maurice.
The subordinates behind Maurice could hardly contain their excitement, whispering, “Mr. Glovers, there’s hope to cure your legs!”
Maurice didn’t respond, his fingers tapping as though lost in thought.
The physicians stepped forward one by one, but after diagnosing and examining him, each one sighed and shook their heads.
Seeing this, the two medical masters sneered with disdain and condescension in their voices.” Are you all useless? Why can’t you even diagnose the cause?”
With that, they took action themselves.
Maurice’s gaze grew sharper.
The subordinates behind him held their breath, tense with anticipation.
After a round of examination, the two medical masters quickly lost their confident air. Beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads, and from their earlier composed demeanor, they grew flustered and embarrassed, unable to speak a word.
Maurice closed his eyes.
The next second, his eyes snapped open, his amber pupils burning with the fury of an approaching storm. His voice was so cold it seemed to freeze the air. “Burn this place down. Burn it all. Not a single beam nor board should remain!”
