Claire recalled Sheldon's clumsy movements.
It wouldn't be easy for him to enter the Life-Death Sect.
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"So, you accidentally saved your biological brother?" Gallon couldn't believe it. "The point is, you didn't know about this until today? Didn't you even remember your patients?"
Claire lay on the bay window, fiddling with the computer, her two little feet were swaying.
Her toes were round and cute, almost glowing in the sun.
"I never remember these things."
Yes…
Patients were no different from pork for her.
"I heard that no hospital dared to accept him back then. What was the success rate of his operation?" Gallon was curious.
Claire replied casually. "Zero."
"Zero?!" Gallon was dumbfounded and couldn't help but exclaim. "Zero success rate and you accepted this patient? Were you crazy?"
No wonder no hospital dared to accept him.
Zero success rate was tantamount to a sureshot death.
