“Can you really cure me?”
“Cut the chatter!”
With a slight twitch of his lips, Alexander stepped forward, a hint of hope in his heart. “If you can truly cure me, then I'll believe you can cure Ms. Zimmerman too.”
Idiopathic pulmonary hypertension, a rare cardiovascular disease, has no known cure. Once it flares up, it could potentially lead to acute heart failure, posing a serious threat to life.
If he can cure such a rare disease, perhaps he truly has the ability to heal Ms. Zimmerman.
Finnegan flipped his palm and produced a golden needle, which he swiftly plunged into Alexander's chest.
“What are you doing? Shouldn't you conduct tests and examinations before performing any kind of treatment?”
As the director of the hospital, Alexander had never heard of or seen Finnegan's method of treatment before.
“Shut up!” Finnegan snapped.
Before Alexander could continue questioning, Finnegan withdrew the golden needle. “Done!”
It didn't even last twenty seconds.
Alexander remained skeptical, but shortly, he realized that the chest discomfort that had plagued him for numerous years had indeed vanished, bestowing upon his entire body an unparalleled sense of relaxation.
A look of surprise flashed across his face as he quickly pulled out a small device resembling a clip and attached it to his finger. It was an oximeter, a device designed to assess the oxygen saturation level in the human body. Soon, a few numbers appeared on the device. Alexander exclaimed joyfully, “The oxygen saturation level has increased!” Then he hastily checked his blood pressure again. “It's really better. This is unbelievable!”
Finnegan turned around, casting a cold glance at the clerk. “Well, do you think I was spouting nonsense now?”
The clerk looked unconvinced. He wanted to say something more, but Alexander slapped him across the face. “You scoundrel, apologize to the young man immediately. If the young man doesn't forgive you, you can get lost today!”
“I...”
The clerk was utterly taken aback. The perks at General Hospital were unparalleled in the entire medical sector of Jadeborough. Furthermore, considering Alexander's reputation, if the clerk were to be let go, he would probably never secure a job again. That would imply he had entirely lost his means of sustenance.
He fell to his knees before Finnegan with a thud and raised his hand to slap himself twice. “I'm sorry for looking down on you. I've got a family, and I'm the sole breadwinner. Please forgive me this one time.”
Finnegan heaved a sigh. If you had known it would come to this, would you have looked down on me in the first place?
However, he couldn't be bothered to argue with such a petty individual.
He waved his hand and said, “All right, get up now.”
“Thank you, young man. Thank you!”
No wonder she's one of the Four Beauties of Jadeborough.
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