The Pinnacle Of Life Chapter 247
Indeed, Michelle Yowell had a different thought processpared to others.
“Jack Trent’s wife has been affected by a parasitic disease. I need Prisci Paytas’
blood as a medicinal primer to create a potion that will remove the parasite from her
body,” Alex Rockefeller said.
Michelle immediately became interested and started asking more questions.
Helplessly, Alex exined Leanne Graves’ situation to Michelle from the beginning to
end.
Michelle patted her chest. “Jack is part of the Yowell family too. If it’s rted to his wife,
I must certainly help. I can get you Prisci’s blood, but can you tell me why it must be
from her?” She asked.
“Alright, I’ll tell you why.
Prisci’s body contains Kyuhelios Pulse. Her blood is the
parasite’s nemesis. Besides, if she practices your family’s Slunce Jauda, she’ll be able
to achieve a lot in the future,” Alex said.
“Oh?” Michelle’s eyeballs rolled around. An idea just urred to her.
“Alright, I understand. I’ll give you a call once I get her blood,” Michelle said.
Just as the call ended, someone suddenly ran forward and kneeled in front of Alex. He
bowed down and started pping himself.
Alex was shocked for a moment before he realized that the man was rence Fawl.
“Mr. Rockefeller, I was wrong. I was blind to see that you were a legendary doctor. I
shouldn’t have called you a fraud. Please forgive me!” He cried.
Cheryl Coney and Wace Yoke soon came over.
Cheryl whispered a few words into Alex’s ear. Only then did he know that Wace was
very upset with rence and had threatened to kick Wace out of the medical system.
For Wace, doing something like this was easily aplished with the snap of a
finger.
Since rence’s pleas with Wace wouldn’t work, he had no choice but to beg Alex
himself.
“Alex, although rence behaved a little too drastically before, he’s still a pretty good
doctor. Why don’t we just let him off the hook?” Cheryl was a kind person. On top of
that, she knew rence personally. Hence, she decided to put in a few good words for
him.
Alex nodded. “Alright. Since you’ve asked, I’m fine with it. Wace, shall we let things
slide this time?”
“Get lost!” Wace shouted at rence.
Alex smiled. “Wace, thank you for defending me. It’s almost lunch time now. Why
don’t we have a meal together?” Alex asked.
“It would be my pleasure!” Wace eximed.
“Cheryl, let’s eat together!” Alex said.
They didn’t go anywhere fancy. The restaurant they went to was located right next to the
hospital. During the meal, Wace asked Alex all sorts of questions rted to the study
of medicine.
Alex replied to all his questions with a smile.
Alex was not the kind of person who kept knowledge to himself. Medical knowledge was
used to cure patients of illnesses. The more people knew about such knowledge, the
greater the number of patients helped.
So, why wouldn’t he happily share his
knowledge?
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have passed the knowledge of Thirteen Acupunctures of Hell to
James Coney.
Throughout the conversation, Cheryl listened intently even though she couldn’t
understand most of what they were discussing.
However, her gaze as she looked at Alex became increasingly passionate and gentle.
Meanwhile, rence was still crying but his eyes were filled with hatred.
As a medical team leader back in Michigan, he had always been well respected and
admired by many. At first, he thought that he could further establish himself by leaving
Michigan. On top of that, he wished to propose to Cheryl and make her his wife.
However, despite his high hopes, he didn’t expect such an oue.
He ended up being pped in front of countless bystanders, including his colleagues
from Michigan. He had to kneel in front of Alex and p himself. It was way too
embarrassing.
He would never be able to hold his head up high in Michigan.
“I must have my revenge!” rence eximed.
rence used to study in California, and he had quite a wide connection here. He
immediately walked to a corner in the room and made a call.
“Jake, it’s me, rence
Fawl. I need you to take care of someone. I’ll pay you a million dors once you get the
job done.”
***
During the meal, Alex’s phone started ringing.
When he saw that it was a call from Waltz Fleur, he immediately picked up.
“Waltz!” Alex said.
“Senior, I’ve found out who killed Anthony Pattingson,” Waltz said.
“Oh? Who is it?” Alex’s gaze turned sharp.
“Someone from Budweiser Martial Arts Center,” Waltz said.
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“What is that ce?” Alex had never even heard of it before.