"Hold on."
"What now?" Dakota halted and spun around, impatient.
"You haven't paid yet. This medicine is precious. You can just pay me ten
million, Dustin casually told her.
"What? A bottle like this costs ten million dollars? You might as well ro
b a bank!" Dakota fumed.
"This is obviously easier than robbing a bank. You can always
give it back if you find it too expensive." Dustin reached out to grab th
e bottle back.
"You're shameless!" Dakota gritted her teeth and wrote up a ten–
million–
dollar check before leaving angrily. She'd made up her mind to make Dusti
n pay after her mother recovered.
After half an hour, she reached the hospital. As soon as she returned to
the ward, she saw a group of doctors gathered there, shaking their heads
and sighing. Her mother, Jane, was lying on the hospital bed, unable to
move.
"You're
back, Dakota!" Florence rushed forward and asked, "How did it go? Does he
have the solution? If
there's no other method, we'll have to seek out Dr. Cross."
"He gave me a bottle of pills and told me Mom would be fine after taking
them for a month." Dakota pulled out the bottle and poured out an ordinar
y–looking black pill the size of a peanut that emitted a musty odor.
"This thing can heal her?" Florence gaped in dismay. Instead of the panac
ea she had been expecting, all she saw was a booger.
"That's what he said." Dakota nodded her head.
"Ms. Nicholson," a bald doctor suddenly spoke. "Your mother's
life is in danger. The best choice right now would be to perform a cranio
tomy surgery, not listen to some voodoo doctor."
"You can't even figure out what's wrong with her, yet you want to perform
a craniotomy? How's that different from murder?" Dakota snapped.
The doctors had previously told her that her mother might be paralyzed du
e to the tumor in her brain. However, the CT scan results came back clean
, so how could she blindly believe their assumptions?
"All surgeries come with risks, but at least our professional team is mor
e reliable than the doctor you found!"
the bald doctor promised.
"I have to try no matter what!" Dakota's tone was firm.
"What an idiot." The bald doctor shook his
head and looked at Dakota like she was a moron. "Why would the world need
doctors if medicine can cure everything?"
"Exactly! I'll take a shit while doing a handstand if it works!" another
doctor voiced.
Ignoring them, Dakota grabbed the pill and put it into her mother's mouth
. The pill melted instantly, and a gush of energy spread through Jane's l
imbs.
A few seconds later, Jane began to cough, her face flushed.
"What the hell is this? It tastes atrocious!" Jane sputtered and sat up t
o gargle using the cup of water beside
her.
"You can move again, Mom?" Dakota froze, then she lit up in excitement.
"Huh?" Jane halted, swallowing the water she had just gargled, before spr
inging up happily. "Oh my! I can
move again!"
"Who said they'd take a shit while doing a handstand? Step forward right
now!" Dakota glared at the doctors..
rendering them speechless.