The Great Medical Saint

Tracy continued, "No man could resist that, unless he's impotent!"

As they talked, they arrived at the doctor's office door.

Rachel put her finger to her lips, signaling Tracy to be quiet.

They both schooled their expressions, with Rachel returning to her icy demeanor and Tracy looking serious once more.

Together, they entered the office. It was a shared office with seven or eight doctors in white coats working at their computers.

Mike wasn't there, so Tracy asked, "Excuse me, sorry to bother you. Could you tell me where Dr. Abrams is?"

Tracy spoke in a sweet voice, which attracted the attention of all the men in the office. Even the two women couldn't help but look at her. They saw a coldly stunning and charmingly pretty woman. The men almost unanimously pointed toward a room on the east side.

After thanking them, Tracy's face instantly returned to its serious expression.

She and Rachel walked into the inner office together.

At that time, Mike was whispering on the phone. Upon seeing them enter, he looked alarmed and quickly hung up. He asked, "Who let you in?"This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Rachel was suspicious because she felt like Mike might be up to something.

She suppressed her doubts for now and asked, "I heard you accepted an interview with Lambda News and claimed that willow bark extract has side effects that could make patients comatose."

Mike looked shocked. He asked, "The newspaper article won't come out until tomorrow. How did you find out?"

Rachel reminded him, "Does that matter? Our drug has been proven safe. If you make such claims, it's slander."

Tracy sternly added, "Before it's published, you must make the journalist retract the article!"

Mike slowly regained his composure. Then, he leisurely picked up a teacup and took a sip.

After putting down the teacup, he said, "I heard someone say that an unqualified guy woke up a vegetative patient in the ward.

"If he woke up a vegetative patient, how did the patient become comatose? Wasn't it because of your willow bark extract?"

Tracy was speechless.

When Matthew had revived James, she had been so happy that she had shouted about his exceptional medical skills that could wake up vegetative patients. This had been used as a stick to beat it with.

Rachel frowned; she knew they were dealing with a difficult person, but she was prepared to use money to solve the problem.

She said, "I understand you're busy, and retracting the article might delay your work. How much compensation do you need?" Despite his faults, she spoke in a very respectful way.

Mike smirked. He said, "Didn't you say I wasn't slandering? I'm not retracting it. What can you do?"

Rachel's demeanor suddenly became serious. She had used several methods, but none of them had worked.

She realized that things were getting complicated, so she asked, "Aren't you after money? What do you want?"

Mike sneered. He responded, "Don't ask what I want. Ask yourselves what you want! Traditional medicine is well-known from thousands of years ago.

"People back then were ignorant, so they used random herbs and plants out of desperation. That's not real medicine!

"In these modern days, you're still producing this kind of medicine. Don't you find it ridiculous?"

Rachel realized that there was no point in discussing it anymore since they were dealing with a doctor who despised traditional medicine.

If they continued this conversation, they would only become more furious.

So, Rachel had no choice but to lead Tracy out.

Matthew was pacing in the corridor. Seeing the two women come out, he approached them and asked, "Did you resolve it?"

Rachel sighed. She replied, "No."

Matthew continued, "I'll go talk to him!"

Tracy was in a bad mood. She said, "Neither of us could do it, so you definitely can't. Don't make things worse!"

Matthew ignored Tracy and spoke to Rachel, "Give me one minute. I'll settle it in one minute!"