1978: C1978 Needle Not to Hit Randomly

C1978 Needle Not to Hit Randomly

3Hearing Dr. Zhuang talk about Oracle Wood, the butler and Chu Tian looked at each other. They looked at each other, not knowing how to talk about it.

"What is it? Did you not find it? "

Seeing the two of their expressions change, Dr. Zhuang snorted coldly: "You guys didn't even put your lives in your hands, I've already told you guys countless times, Oracle Wood is the only medicine that can cure Patriarch Chu, and now you say you can't find it?"

Dr. Zhuang was a little excited. Although he was angry on the surface, he was actually very happy. If he could not find the Oracle Wood, it meant that he could continue pretending.

"Dr. Zhuang, to find the Oracle Wood, we've already lost our elder. It's too difficult to find it, or we can't find it at all."

Chu Tian's face was full of shame. However, when he thought of Grandma Feng's death, his heart ached and he felt a deep sense of guilt.

However, his guilt was simply a joke in Dr. Zhuang's eyes, "If you can't find it, then you can't find it. Is there any use in pretending to be pitiful in front of me? Patriarch Chu is already on the brink of death, there's no way to treat him without Oracle Wood. "

"Dr. Zhuang, you have to think of a way. If anything happens to the Patriarch, our entire family will get into trouble."

The butler on the side hurriedly begged, "No matter what reward Dr. Zhuang wants, we will try our best to satisfy him."

Sigh …

Dr. Zhuang sighed, and looked at the butler and Chu Tian with pity in his eyes: "Now it's not a matter of compensation, Patriarch Chu is too ill to save without the Oracle Wood and god. The only thing I can do now is to keep him alive."

"Enough, enough, we will definitely think of a way to find the Oracle Wood."

The butler's voice was full of helplessness, "No matter what, Dr. Zhuang, please save our family head."

"Alright, I'll give Patriarch Chu an injection."

Dr. Zhuang took out the syringe and the medicine from the medical kit and said, "This syringe is imported from abroad, it's worth 10 million, I'll give you a 20% discount."

Eight million a needle?

Seeing that Dr. Zhuang had already taken out the needle, the butler, who wanted to say something more, finally looked at Chu Tian: "Young Master, should we take this needle?"

Eight million was not a small sum. The situation with the family, however, was that every few minutes they would be stuck in a dilemma.

But what would my father do if he didn't have an injection?

"Let's fight. Right now, what we need to do is to treat our father's illness. As for the other things, we'll put them aside for now."

What the family needed the most right now was someone to take charge of the situation. If his father was fine, the family would definitely be able to support him and spend 8 million on him.

"Don't worry, this target will definitely be useful."

Dr. Zhuang purposely stopped for five seconds before saying, "This needle can help the patient recover his physical functions. If you continue the treatment, there's an 80% chance of Patriarch Chu recovering."

80% chance!?

Hearing Dr. Zhuang's words, the butler and Chu Tian were overjoyed. With such a huge chance, they were already able to treat him. However, they didn't realize that Dr. Zhuang had a successful smile on his face.

After this injection, he would be able to earn eight million. Earning money really wasn't easy. When the time came, he would go for a nice wave and then come back to earn some after the wave was over.

However, just as he was about to insert the needle, a voice suddenly stopped him from doing so: "Needle, you can't randomly hit it. If you're not careful, someone might die."

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