Harvey's claims were exaggerated to the point where the other physicians in the Harmony Medical Center were sweating profusely, their faces turning red.
Not only them, but even the renowned Clive would have shut him up! He was utterly shameless!
Harvey, however, was full of confidence. His gaze rested on the paralyzed legs of the man in the wheelchair as he made another boast. "Only our clinic can treat your legs!"
"Oh?" The man in the wheelchair's eyes shifted slightly, and he finally spoke. "Are you sure?"
The other physicians nearby were so anxious they almost covered Harvey's mouth!
Saying something could be treated without absolute certainty was a grave taboo in medicine!
But he had no concept of humility. In his eyes, there were many physicians in the clinic, all of whom had followed Clive for many years. How could they not handle such a small issue?
Thus, with absolute certainty, he replied, "Of course!"
The man in the wheelchair lowered his eyes, pausing momentarily before suppressing the brief flicker of hope in them.
He had heard these words many times before, each time kindling a flicker of hope, only to be followed by deeper despair.
He folded his hands, speaking slowly, "If you can treat it, I'll give you a mountain of gold. But if you dare deceive me... Heh... I'll burn your clinic to the ground!"
Harvey only heard the first part and immediately said, "I'll be waiting for your mountain of gold then!"
With that, he waved his hand and instructed all the renowned physicians in the Harmony Medical Center, "Why are you all standing there? Treat this gentleman's legs! Be sure to cure him!"
The lower-ranked physicians exchanged looks, dismayed.
What was happening? Harvey had boasted, and now they were expected to run themselves ragged to make it come true!
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