Zachary frowned immediately, feeling that Simon Hale had disgraced the white coat he wore.
To start cursing a patient just because he lost a bet is truly devoid of medical ethics.
The butler couldn’t stand it any longer, "Dr. Hale, are you a sore loser?"
"Who’s the sore loser? I’m merely expressing my doubts. There’s no one in the medical field who can make a stroke patient recover in half an hour! If you don’t understand medicine, don’t commandeer recklessly here."
Simon Hale’s fury was evident, bordering on hysteria. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novel~fire~net
He wouldn’t dare to reprimand Zachary, but would he not dare to reprimand a servant?
Perhaps uncomfortable with Simon Hale’s arrogance in front of the butler, Mr. Garrison spoke up.
"The absence of such talent in the past in the medical field doesn’t mean it won’t exist in the future. This is a self-breakthrough for the medical industry and a blessing for humanity. As a fellow medical worker, shouldn’t you feel grateful?"
She is an educator, adept at speaking and educating others with eloquence.
Simon Hale felt even more heated in his face, yet he still refused to admit defeat.
"You surely believe she cured you, that’s why you’re speaking for her. Just wait, once the misplaced needle’s brief flash of recovery fades, let’s see if you continue to boast here."
"How can you curse my mother? It’s your own medical skill lacking compared to others, yet you shift the blame onto others. How did someone like you become a doctor in the first place?"
Mr. Garrison’s daughter couldn’t bear it either and joined the ranks against Simon Hale.
As tensions escalated, Owen Shaw was unsure how to resolve the situation when July Quinn’s voice suddenly came from behind the crowd.
"Dabbler, you keep asserting that my patient is merely having a brief flash of recovery, do you have evidence?"
Upon hearing the cool, crisp voice, Simon Hale couldn’t help but, like everyone else, turn and look at July Quinn.
Yet July Quinn’s lips still held a charming curve that sent a chill down his spine for some reason.
But the impulse to not admit defeat spurred him to speak up: "I don’t at the moment, but once a brain CT is done, everything will be revealed."
"Alright, then let’s proceed with a brain CT. But if this brain CT shows that my patient is no mere brief flash of recovery, then..."
July Quinn suddenly looked at the police officers nearby: "Is his slander getting more serious?"
The officers nodded: "Yes!"
"Alright, Mr. Garrison, please accompany me for a brain CT."
"Divine Doctor Quinn, no need to be so courteous. I can feel my body is even more comfortable than before, it surely isn’t a brief flash of recovery."
"But let’s still do a brain CT to ensure your body’s true recovery, and also let someone concede in utter defeat."
When July Quinn said this, she specifically glanced at Simon Hale, indicating that the "someone" to be defeated was Simon Hale.
"Right, let’s do it, let someone concede in utter defeat."
Mr. Garrison and her daughter both agreed with July Quinn, so they followed her to the brain CT room.
Fearing they would employ some means, Simon Hale promptly followed them.
Zachary, Owen Shaw, and others naturally followed suit.
Approximately twenty minutes later, the expedited CT results were released.
Comparing to Mr. Garrison’s prior brain CT images, all previously blocked areas had disappeared.
Consequently, Dr. Wright, previously Mr. Garrison’s attending physician, was ecstatic.
"All the previously clogged areas have disappeared; Divine Doctor Quinn, you are truly astonishing."
Despite the intense praise, July Quinn’s expression remained unchanged as she casually took the CT images and tossed them onto Simon Hale’s face...