Chapter 608


    "Mr. Cantrell, you really have a keen eye," Sylvia said modestly. "This is RL 133, it''s good for your body


    when taken, but your lungs still need a detailed examination."


    "Can there be any misdiagnosis in the examination done at Urgford Hospital?"


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    River did not expect that Sylvia would take out RL 133 and was even more surprised that Sylvia really


    had medical skills.


    The MI6 members were also stunned.


    Mrs. Maskelyne really had medical skills?


    And she even saved the old Mr. Bet?


    It was said that the old Mr. Bet was unconscious for a long time and needed to undergo brain


    surgery.


    But they didn''t see it with their own eyes, so they were half-believing.


    When they heard Sylvia admit it, I suppressed her annoyance and smiled insincerely, "Miss


    Andrews, are you deliberately recing someone else? Did you really save the old Mr. Bet?"


    Upon hearing I''s words, Franklin''s face darken and he spoke extremely coldly, "I, I was there at


    the hospital with my wife and saw it with my own eyes. Was what I said also false?"


    I blinked her eyes several times; Franklin rarely used such a cold tone to speak to her.


    Although he was usually aloof from everyone else around him, she could alwaysfort herself by


    thinking that he treated everyone like this.


    But now suddenly he defended and spoiled Sylvia so much.


    In an instant, I realized something - he wasn''t that cold as he appeared to be; his tenderness was


    only given to a woman named Sylvia Andrews!


    She looked at Franklin, feeling ufortable yet bitter in heart, while suppressing her own sadness,


    "Master, that wasn''t what I meant; I didn''t want to hurt Miss Andrews; I''m just afraid she''ll cause trouble


    for you, for us MI6. After all, the Old Mr. Cantrell isn''t an ordinary person."


    She pretended to be very considerate, as if she had been wronged by Franklin.


    It really disgusted Sylvia.


    Yet Sylvia wasn''t bothered and just take I as one of Franklin''s subordinates.


    She would only teach I a lesson when thetter crossed her line.


    After taking RL 133, Ramiro drank some water.


    Then he stood up with River''s help, "RL 133 is expensive. River, transfer fifty thousand dors to Miss


    Andrews."


    "No need," Sylvia shook her head. "It''s just a pill, nothing special."


    "Send someone to escort the Old Mr. Cantrell back," Sylvia looked at Franklin.


    Franklin nodded but seemed a bit disappointed. "Won''t you perform?"


    He thought the zither and Sylvia were a perfect match.


    After hearing that Ramiro was looking for someone fir for it, he specially invited him over.


    The zither was entirely antique red, extremely gorgeous yet exuded the weight of history.


    One couldn''t help but feel joy after seeing it and knew it was an excellent zither.


    But Sylvia smiled and said, "I can''t y the zither, and I don''t think I''m that person fit for it either. It has


    spirit; let''s give this opportunity to the truly fated person."


    Her smile made people feel extremelyfortable; the Old Mr. Cantrell raised his eyebrows and


    looked at her. "I didn''t expect Miss Andrews to keep her original intention." He shook his head again,


    "Well then, let''s go."


    River supported him as he deeply nced at Sylvia once more before saying, "I remember this favor of


    yours regarding this pill. If there is ever an opportunity..."


    He hadn''t finished speaking when Sylvia interrupted him, "Old Mr. Cantrell, I gave you this pill because


    I happened to have it, not so you would owe me anything in return or repay meter on someday." She


    continued calmly, "So it''s just a pill that fulfills its function."


    The Old Mr. Cantrell was stunned by what she said; he could hardly believe it himself.


    Many people fought tooth-and-nail over RL 133? And yet she gave it away without any expectation of


    repayment?


    However, he couldn''t help but wonder if she had deliberately acted like this in order to win his favor or


    gain something from him-perhaps even getting hold of his precious zither?


    He had seen too much in life-people and things of all kinds-and so found himself unable to stop


    thinking about these possibilities.


    But receiving medicine from Sylvia did shock him slightly nheless.


    What he didn''t know was that Sylvia did speak out her true thoughts. To Sylvia, it was just one pill of RL


    133.


    I couldn''t help but frown when seeing Sylvia acted like money was nothing to her. It was so


    sickening!


    Nevertheless, she still smiled sweetly at Ramiro, "Mr. Cantrell, pleasee visit us if there''s another


    opportunity."


    "Send the Old Mr. Cantrell back," Franklin ordered a few of his subordinates.


    Vaughn immediately walked over and said, "Mr. Cantrell, please follow me."


    Lately, it seemed that Sylvia had often seen elderly people of this king, which really put her in a bad


    mood.