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Aimee stood aside without saying a word. She was really speechless at this point because she never expect things would turn out that way.
Obviously she asked Camdyn to help her and let her assist Patrick as a doctor, just to make it easier for her to start treatment in the future.
Why at this moment she felt that Patrick was setting her up and letting her jump into it?
She just told Patrick that she was a mediocre and ordinary doctor. If she cured him later, wouldn't that prove she was wrong?
At first, she was thinking that she would help and treat him secretly, and then she would say that those experts hired with a lot of money were so eminent that there was such a medical miracle.
In that way, she wouldn't have broken her promise to her teacher.
Now, Patrick put her in a dilemma directly, making her have to rethink whether to cure him or not.
She couldn't make a decision right away, but only knew that at this moment, at this second, she didn't want to see him at all.
So, Aimee said to Camdyn, "Grandpa, it's getting late. It's time for Mr. Hayden to take a rest, and you should rest too."
When Camdyn heard this, he immediately said, "Yes, yes, you have been tired all day, and you need to rest well."
After finishing speaking, he looked at Patrick again and said, "Pat, take a good rest. I will come to see you tomorrow."
Patrick nodded, took a meaningful look at Aimee, and let them leave.
After making sure they were back in their respective rooms, Patrick said to Trace, "Go and check out all the surgeries she's performed and see how her skills are."
Trace went to do it right away, but he didn't understand why Patrick even had to check this.
*
After Aimee returned to the room, a rare but angry expression appeared on her face.
She grabbed the pillow and hammered it twice, and muttered angrily, "Bastard! Just be paralyzed for the rest of your life. Making trouble out of nothing while lying down. What if he can stand up?"
Sitting on the bed angrily, Aimee thought of the look Patrick gave her before leaving.
It was just pissing her off.
Aimee tilted her head and fell on the bed, and cursed Patrick with all the abusive expressions she knew.
At this moment, her phone rang.
It was a message.
Aimee took out the phone and saw that it was from Matilda, the moneygrubber.
Matilda: I got the medicines, give me the money.
Aimee felt like she had a headache. Why did she get entangled by this vampire? If she hadn't been rich, she would have gone bankrupt in minutes by this unscrupulous businesswoman.
After transferring the money to her, Aimee asked, "How long will it take?"
"Tomorrow morning at eight o'clock, come to Innisrial on time. Will it be delivered to you, or will you come and pick it up yourself?" Matilda said.
The corner of Aimee's mouth twitched. The bad woman really won't miss any chance to make money.
Without hesitation, she replied, "Send it here."
"Tsk, I wanted to save you some money," Matilda said hypocritically, "You're indeed a rich woman. Very generous."
Aimee resisted the urge to roll her eyes. After dealing with her for so many years, she knew how she would behave.
Even if she picked it up in person, Matilda can come up with a reason for reasonable charges, so why should she spend the money and effort?
After making an appointment at the time and place, Aimee stopped chatting with Matilda.
She got up from the bed, took out the set of mini instruments she had made, and began to study it seriously.
Originally, without the instruments, she could have cured Patrick, but it would take longer and the process would make Patrick more painful.
However, now she had researched and understood the principles of these instruments, and knew how to use them to their maximum effect, so as to provide the strongest assistance to Patrick's body.
In this way, combined with the medical skills her teacher taught her, and the medicines Matilda brought for her, she could make Patrick recover within a month.
But, in this way, she would apologize to her teacher.
Aimee became more and more melancholy, staring at the instruments with her chin held by her hands.
As early as when she was taken back to the Read family at the age of seven, the day before she said goodbye to her teacher, he told her seriously that she must hide all her abilities and all the things in her body that were different from ordinary girls.
She can't let other people know that she had the night vision, she was not afraid of the cold, and she had a photographic memory...
Aimee knew that the ordinary was innocent, while the talented would be framed. She must show clumsiness in order to survive safely.
But she was a doctor, and this was her lifelong passion.
She couldn't do nothing after she knew she can cure him.
Pursing her lips, Aimee said to herself, "I will violate this one time, please forgive me."
*
At eight o'clock the next morning, Aimee came out of the hospital and went to a cafe.
As soon as she entered the door, she saw a glamorous woman in a red dress waving towards her, with gazes looking her body from countless people around her. Amazement, admiration, jealousy, suspicion, all kinds of emotions from other people did not affect her at all.
Matilda smiled brightly, and after Aimee took her seat, she pushed the Americano in front of her, "No sugar, no milk, refreshing."
Aimee glanced at the coffee and said, "I'm so clear-headed, so I don't need the coffee."
Especially this kind of black coffee, for Aimee, it was a disaster at all.
She couldn't bear such a bitter thing to enter her throat. It was simply an insult to her taste buds.
Matilda pursed her lips and said, "I don't think your mind is so clear."
She leaned forward and said in a voice that only Aimee could hear, "Otherwise, why would you be so crazy, spending nearly ten million, just to buy such a small bottle of something."
Aimee said, "A quarter of this is your commission."
The implication was, if this woman wasn't so greedy for money, how could she have paid a sky-high price?
Matilda leaned back and said, "It's reasonable for you to spend the money because of our relationship, but it's the one you bought the medicine for. What's your relationship with him? Is it worth your money?"
Aimee held the bottle, then, her gaze fell on the white pill inside for a long time.
Yeah, what was the relationship between her and Patrick that she spent so much money for him?
Aimee suddenly felt sorry for herself for spending so much money. It was really unworthy.
Matilda looked at Aimee's expression, smiled, and said, "I'm relieved seeing you with this expression. At least you still know how to care about your money. Otherwise, I would think you covet his appearance and you're just willing to spend the money."
Aimee raised her eyes, really wanting to cover the woman's mouth.
Matilda laughed even more presumptuously, and said, "How about I give you a trick? I think he is quite rich. You might as well rip him off sharply a few times while he is lying still and can't move."
Aimee thought for a while, and decided that it was too inhuman to do so.
When she thought of the scene of Patrick lying on the bed and giving her money, she felt a little pitiful for no reason.
Putting the bottle into her bag, Aimee stopped chatting with Matilda and got up to leave the cafe.
