"Mr. Reed also knows medicine?"
Upon hearing this statement, Miguel Abbott's heart stirred with turmoil.
Over the years he had made a considerable amount of money, but the cost was the sacrifice of his own health.
When he was younger, it didn't seem to matter much, but as he got older, he increasingly felt his energy waning.
Especially these illnesses, which began to slowly catch up with him.
He had already visited all the major hospitals and consulted various experts, but they all shook their heads and could only prescribe some palliative medication.
In recent years, his condition had become even more serious, and Miguel Abbott had woken up in pain from his dreams countless times.
Now that he had heard Julius Reed's words, his heart could no longer remain calm.
"It's a small matter. After all, I've taken tens of billions from you, so this is not a problem."
Julius Reed closed his eyes and began to rest.
