Chapter 591


    She had a decent smile on her face, but in her mind she was wondering why Franklin was still with


    Sylvia even now.


    Even if she became the Hipps family''sdy, why was she still unpopr?


    She smiled at Franklin and said, "We, the Hipps family, recently intended to invest in a factory in Larro.


    We''ve bought thend; it is the Wilson Group''s abandoned factory. Wilson Group sold it to us at a low


    price. So ... I''m much morepetent than Sylvia."


    Franklin nced coldly at Tammy, not understanding what this annoying woman was chattering about.


    He spoke indifferently, his tone flooded with coldness, "Really? rk was put in jail some time ago, you


    didn''t know?"


    Tammy''s face froze and her eyes widened in disbelief, "What did you say ..."


    "Aren''t you working with the Wilson Group, which has now changed ownership and is controlled by


    someone else from the Wilson family, and seems to be close to closing down?"


    Franklin''s tone was so icy.


    Sk stared at Franklin with a pale face, "How is it possible ..."


    Her chest rose and fell fiercely, and for a long time she didn''te back to her senses. With a sullen


    face, she turned her head and said to Tammy next to her, "We heard it wrong, didn''t we? It must be


    fake news."


    "You guys are too ignorant, right? It was on the international news." Franklin spoke in a light-hearted


    manner, not bothering to talk to Tammy, whose strong perfume made his nose ufortable.


    So he strode towards the window and wanted to get some fresh air.


    And at this point, mother and daughter were no longer in the mood to visit the sick.


    Sk''s legs were weak, her chest hurt and yet there was nothing she could do about it.


    Since rk was arrested, her partnership with him was all over and she was doomed.


    The mother and daughter did not even have time to wave goodbye, and then hurriedly left hand in


    hand.


    At this time, Sylvia inside the ward no longer wanted to waste any more time, she was sweeping a cold


    nce towards Dr. Mitchell, "Are you going to do it or not? If you don''t do it, I will do it."


    "Yes! I''ll do it!" Dr. Mitchell, not knowing where he got a surge of courage, trusted Sylvia to the utmost.


    Without further hesitation, he directly began to follow Sylvia''s instructions and started to apply the


    needles.


    And just moments after he dropped the needle, Alondra was not happy.


    As an expert, she needed to stop them from making mistakes.


    "Wait!"


    "Ms. Wolfe, what do you want again?" Sylviazily looked at Alondra''s smooth face with her arms


    around her chest, "If you have something to say, say it quickly and don''t waste our time."


    Alondra didn''t expect such a young girl to be so arrogant, she smiled and put on airs, "Miss Andrews,


    you may really have some ability, but have you thought about what the consequences would be if you


    failed to save the old Mr. Bet?"


    "I advise you to give up, it''s a life, a founding father''s life."


    "I say that with the best of intentions, you can''t afford to that responsibility."


    "Ms. Wolfe, I''ll give you all those words you said to yourself." Sylvia found Alondra chirpy and annoying,


    totally ruining her mood.


    She swept a nce at Dr. Mitchell, who was sticking the needle, and her voice was strong and


    irrefutable, "Just go ahead."


    Dr. Mitchell hesitated when he thought of the dangerous points Sylvia had told him about.


    Alondra''s words rang in his ears, "Dr. Mitchell, are you going to bet your future on the word of a


    chatan? She asked you to apply the needle, why didn''t she do it herself? Because ... you should be


    the one who takes the me if it fails!"


    What a good point!


    Dr. Mitchell''s face was white, he was now the director ... with his age, if something went wrong, what


    awaited him in the future would be...


    Thinking about it, his face became even more terrible.


    Sylvia frowned at the sweat beading on Dr. Mitchell''s forehead and reached out directly, "Give me the


    needle."


    It seemed that he could not drop the needle.


    A hint of mockery appeared at the corner of Alondra''s lips.


    She was trying to force Sylvia to do it herself. She didn''t know this kind of medical skills, but looking at


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    Dr. Mitchell''s face just now, she could tell that those acupuncture points should not be easily poked.


    In that case ...


    So almost everyone''s eyes widened and looked towards Sylvia''s finger.


    Her long, slender, fair fingers pinched the silver needles. Before everyone could see it clearly, Sylvia


    had poked the old Mr. Bet''s head quickly and urately with the needles one after another.


    Dr. Mitchell marveled at her smooth movements, he prided himself on being a master, but in front of


    Sylvia ... he felt that his skills were nothing.


    Her skills were just perfect.


    She was simply so familiar with the acupuncture points on the human body to a certain extent.


    He had no doubt that even with her eyes closed, she could apply the needles urately.