Chapter 1300, are you worth 100 million?

"But, sir, you have announced that his treatment failed before. Not only did he not recover Mrs. Mary, but her condition worsened - you think it was a very absurd thing to believe in traditional Chinese medicine incorrectly. Why do you say that Mr. Qin Luo gave her a second life now?" A reporter from China immediately seized the opportunity and raised a very sharp question. They were very angry and sympathetic about Qin Luo's previous situation.

"Yes." Jackson said with guilt. "I said that. Because Mrs. Mary vomited blood at that time, I mistakenly thought that Dr. Qin Luo's surgery failed. My tone was very bad and my attitude was not very good-----I trusted them so much and invited them back from thousands of miles away. I felt that he had let my trust and expectations down. So I immediately held a press conference and impulsively said that this was a wrong decision."

"I only learned later that vomiting blood is an inevitable way for traditional Chinese medicine to treat, and it is to eliminate blood congestion in the brain through the mouth and body-----I misunderstood Mr. Qin Luo, and I insulted traditional Chinese medicine. Mr. Qin Luo is a very excellent doctor, and traditional Chinese medicine is an excellent science. They woke my mother up and they created miracles. I hope Mr. Qin Luo can accept my apology and accept the gratitude of our whole family."

"Sir, then where is Dr. Qin Luo now? Why was he taken away by the police? Why did the FBI people get involved?"

"These are all caused by me," Jackson said with a wry smile. "You should know the fact that I am the vice president of the United States - Mrs. Mary's health has not only not recovered, but her condition has worsened, which makes FBI suspicious. So, they wanted to find Mr. Qin Luo to find out some situations---When they went to see Mr. Qin Luo, Mr. Qin Luo mistakenly thought they were here to arrest people, and some conflicts occurred between the two sides."

"It is said that a police chief's palm was also injured and his palm was pierced by their people?"

"Yes. That's the case," Jackson said. "But what I know is that Director Heath accidentally fell while arguing with someone, and his palm was pressed against a pair of scissors that fell to the ground--I regret the matter of Director Heath. I have sent someone to express my condolences and hope that he is well."

"So, Dr. Qin Luo will release it soon?"

"Yes." Jackson nodded. "As long as he wants, he can come out at any time."

"It's so great." The reporters from China cheered. "I knew Qin Luo would not fail."

Jackson smiled and said, "Now, I will leave my time to Mr. Horns. You can ask him about Mrs. Mary's treatment situation--he participated in the treatment throughout the whole process and was Dr. Qin Luo's right-hand assistant."

After saying that, he stepped back and asked Horns to go to the front desk to be interviewed.

Horns is a well-known cardiovascular and cerebrovascular disease expert in the United States, and these reporters are not unfamiliar with him. When he heard that he was willing to accept an interview, everyone immediately rushed to him.

"I want to correct a sentence from Mr. Vice President." Horns said with a smile. "I participated in Dr. Qin Luo's treatment of Mrs. Mary throughout the process. However, I studied as a student and couldn't help anything."

"But, I heard that after Qin Luo left, you took over the treatment of Mrs. Mary------Now that Mrs. Mary is awake, isn't it your credit?" Some American journalists stood up for him. They hoped that Horns or other American doctors would treat Mrs. Mary. All the credit was pushed onto a Chinese and made them write a hymn for this, and they felt a little uncomfortable.

"This is indeed the case," Horns said. "But the person who stops the bleeding is still Dr. Qin Luo. To be honest, as a doctor, I was helpless when the patient vomited blood more and more - this really made me feel guilty. I don't have the hemostatic medicine in my hand, and there is no instrument to test her - I really don't know what to do. Before Dr. Qin Luo left, I asked him for help - he took action to stop Mrs. Mary's vomiting blood. This honor should belong to him."

"Mr. Horns, what do you think about Dr. Qin Luo treating Mrs. Mary?"

"From the standpoint of a friend, I am very happy for him. From the standpoint of a fellow traveler, I am very pleased with his achievements. I also look forward to more miracles in the field of medicine----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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Crack-----

The glass smacked against the wall and shattered, and the liquid as red as blood flowed open on the carpet.

Fortunately, the carpet is also red, so it doesn't look so conspicuous.

Hearing the movement in the room, a man pushed the door and walked in.

"Madam." The man stood at the door.

"Get out." The woman shouted.

The man bowed and then stepped out.

"Waste." The woman stared at the TV show and cursed, her beautiful eyes emitting a vicious glow like a wolf. "It's all waste."

"Qin Luo, you won again. You must be very proud, right?" the woman said with a sneer. "When can you hold on to it? Do you think everything is over? No. Our battle has just begun."

"Next time, I will win."

Diji-----

The phone rings in the room.

She walked over and took off the microphone and said, "Hello."

"Let the shepherd help you."

"Teacher, don't you believe me anymore?"

"I've decided."

Crab-----

The phone was hung up.

The woman held the microphone and was silent for a long time.

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A century-old castle, a ten-year-old famous wine, and an old man who is unknown.

An old man with an ugly-looking hair on his head almost all fell out, holding a red wine glass and pursing gracefully, saying, "Gentlemen, our plan has failed again."

"This is really exciting news." Another old man in a white shirt was lying on the sofa, with a young girl kneading his body on both sides. Of course, he was also helping them kneading his body at the same time. However, he was powerless and just played with it like appreciation. "For this, we should drink a cup together."

"Yes." The bald old man echoed. He took the lead in raising his wine glass. "We will break a record, won't we?"

"Should we think of a solution?" said a little old man sitting in the corner. He was small in body and a small head. He was wearing a small suit and looked like a dwarf. However, if someone dared to underestimate him, he would have to pay a heavy price. He was a 'great man' in the field of medicine because the Viagra produced by their company was sold well all over the world, and on average, one per four men would use their company's products.

"Tali, what can you do?" asked the old man lying on the sofa.

"Substitution." said the old man. "I'm already disappointed with Aomo."

"Who is it?" asked the old Mediterranean man. "That's what we built by investing money on our own. We can't even believe our own people, so how can outsiders believe it?"

"But they're failing."

“It has been successful before.”

"That is the past merit. Do you want them to die by lying on the merits?"

"But you can't deny them all just because of one failure."

“We can’t fail anymore.”

"Who can guarantee that the next time won't succeed?"

silence.

"Gentlemen." A butler, who was equally old, stood at the door. "Mr. Franklin arrived."

"Let that boy come in." Mediterranean shouted loudly.

The old housekeeper turned around and came in quickly with Franklin.

Although there were several old men standing in front of him who were probably two hundred years old, Franklin didn't feel relaxed at all. His forehead was covered with sweat and his body was still shaking slightly.

Yes. He shivered in fear.

"Franklin, what good news did you bring to us?" asked the old Mediterranean.

"Sir, our plan failed," Franklin said.

"Why did it fail?"

"Because---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Don't explain why." The old man lying on the sofa sat up. "Franklin, you took away my $100 million. But you messed up the matter. Do you pay me $100 million?"

"Mr. Antwan, I-----"

"No, right?" said the old man. "Then you go and die."
Chapter completed!