The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 597: I’ve Never Compared Adelle Wafford and Nathalie Quinlan Before_1

"Wait a minute!"

Just at that moment,

a woman in her early fifties suddenly spoke up, blocking the way of the two, her face so dark it looked as though she could wring out water, and with a sharp look, she sized up Nathalie with one glance, speaking rudely, "Lowie, is this the miracle doctor from McKinney you’ve found? How old is she to be compared with Professor Adelle? You’re just making a fuss!"

She had repeated these words several times already.

Lowie’s temper was so-so, always saying what was on his mind. Previously, he had given her the face due to elders, but she kept harping on it, and he couldn’t be bothered to be courteous, he snorted coldly, "Adelle?"

"When have I ever said I wanted to compare the two of them? There’s no comparability between them in the first place!"

The medicine pills Nathalie casually made were going crazy on the black market, five million a pill, with people overseas fighting over them like crazy.

Adelle spent her days in research, doing it for many years, but aside from publishing a few articles in medical journals, what useful thing had she produced?

He couldn’t understand these experts, each one looking sanctimonious wearing a doctor’s skin, but how many things had they done that were actually beneficial for patients?

This statement was a bit too harsh.

Adelle’s face turned so red it looked almost like it would bleed.

Raymond had paid a high price to invite her here, and Lowie insulting Adelle was just like slapping her directly in the face.

She immediately spoke with a somber expression, "Professor Wafford is a member of the International Medical Association! On the other hand, you casually bring someone dubious to treat your grandfather. What if something happens to him, who will take responsibility?"

"Tsk," Lowie knew she was looking for an issue to hassle him with, lifted his chin confidently, and said without hesitation, "I will be responsible, alright?"

"You take responsibility? Can you afford to bear such a responsibility?" Raymond clearly was not willing to let go that easily.

At that moment, Nathalie heard a pleasant male voice interject from the side, "Our Room One family will take responsibility. If my father really suffers from a delay in treatment because of Lowie, I am willing to give up everything from the Wilmar family!"

She raised an eyebrow.

So much trust in her?

Lowie whispered in her ear, "My dad."

Nathalie rubbed her forehead and said in a low voice, "I haven’t seen the patient yet, don’t be too confident with your words, in case it doesn’t work..."

Doctors are not omnipotent, life and death are predestined, and if it came to the point of utter exhaustion, she couldn’t guarantee that she could save the patient.

Lowie was actually just as surprised as she was that Yonathan would stand up for Nathalie at this moment. After all, such a young ’miracle doctor’ would not have been believed by him either, had he not witnessed her expertise for several years.

But he had no time to wonder why his father was this confident in Nathalie, he spoke flippantly, "If you can’t do it, no one in the country can."

"Nathalie, anyway, my vast fortune and my grandfather’s life are all hanging in your hands. If you can’t do it, I’ll have to join you in begging on the streets."

If he had to trust someone in the country to cure his grandfather, one was Mr. Avalon, and the other was the girl in front of him.

If even this hidden master couldn’t handle it, then he genuinely didn’t know who could!

Adelle?

Sorry, he really didn’t believe it!

"Heh." Nathalie lifted the corner of her mouth with a smirk, too lazy to pay attention to him, stuffed her hands into her pockets, and came off even more nonchalant than him, saying, "Let’s have a look first, who knows, the trash cans of McKinney might already be waiting for you!"

Seeing the confidence hidden in her eyes and brows, Lowie slightly relaxed, smiled, said nothing, and followed her in.

*

Nathalie was going to examine a patient, so naturally, she needed to see the patient first.

The room was dimly lit.

As soon as she entered, she saw several doctors in white coats gathered around the bedside.

Seeing them come in, the people obviously paused in surprise.

Someone frowned first and asked, "Where is Professor Wafford, isn’t it time to prepare for the surgery? Mr. Wilmar can’t hold on much longer."