Chapter 576 Next Time You Find Me, I Can Give You a Discount
"Ms. Wilson, I'm really grateful you're helping. If you don't charge for the medical fees, my friend and I would feel undeserving," Mark pleaded. "Please charge more so we can feel better about it."
"Alright," Abella smiled. "I'll decide the fee when the time comes."
She didn't specify an amount, but Mark felt reassured, convinced Vanessa would be saved.
Half an hour later, they arrived at a grand estate with over a dozen buildings, a clear lake, vast lawns, and a beautiful pool. There was even a helipad. Just standing at the entrance, you could feel the grandeur. This wasn't just any wealthy family; the owner's status was clearly high.
Six uniformed servants greeted them respectfully. James, having coffee in the garden, heard Mark had picked up Abbott and walked to the entrance to greet them. Aimee followed and saw a slender, elegant girl entering the villa.
Aimee got excited. "Mr. Harris, that's the amazing girl from Libertya I told you about!"
She was the one who treated Vanessa, allowing her to breathe again. She warned that Vanessa's body was weak and needed careful attention. She said Castase, Chilsway, and Anluo tablets wouldn't help and needed to be replaced.
"Mr. Harris, you found her?" Aimee was overjoyed. "Does this mean Mrs. Harris is saved?"
"You mean the girl from Libertya who helped my mom when the bus rear-ended and her condition flared up? That's her?" James was surprised. "Are you sure?"
"Absolutely! That face! I could recognize her even with a paper bag on her head!" Aimee followed James to Abella, waving happily. "Hi, we meet again."
Abella didn't remember her.
"Remember when the bus rear-ended, and I was calling for help by the roadside? You got out and saved Mrs. Harris. Do you remember?" Aimee smiled sincerely, eyes full of expectation.
Abella remembered. Aimee had been frantic because no one was willing to help. Aimee and the driver were calling for help by the roadside. The elderly lady needed treatment. Abella had taken Vanessa's pulse and knew the condition was complex, requiring multiple medications. When Aimee asked for advice, she couldn't give specific instructions because Vanessa's condition needed constant adjustment.
"Nice to see you again," Abella nodded, acknowledging her enthusiasm.
Aimee was overjoyed, not expecting to meet again under such circumstances.
"Ms. Wilson, let me introduce you. This is my good friend James Harris," Mark said happily. "James, this is the highly skilled Ms. Wilson I've been telling you about."
"This girl is Abbott? The so-called Medical Authority who can bring people back from the brink of death?" James was shocked. He didn't expect the highly skilled person Mark mentioned to be her.
She was so young, yet already a Medical Authority.
Aimee was also surprised. It wasn't James who found her; it was Mark who brought her. She seemed to have quite a background. No wonder she carried a medical kit; she was a Medical Authority! She was amazing—beautiful and skilled.
If James weren't over thirty, Aimee would want to set them up!
"We meet again," James's gaze softened, and his impression of Abella improved.
Now it was Mark's turn to be stunned. He looked at James, then at Abella, and asked, "You two have met before?"
"Last night, Mr. Harris helped me and my friend out of a tight spot," Abella said.
"Last night, you also saved me and helped detoxify me." James extended his hand. "Thank you, Ms. Fischer."
"Clare is my friend. My name is Abella Medici," Abella said, shaking his hand. "Thank you for your Piercing of Heart."
James was surprised. So, she wasn't Clare Fischer. Did he give the Piercing of Heart to the wrong person?
The assistant beside him was also confused. Should they stop investigating her identity? They had thought she looked like James's sister and assumed The Fischers Group's manager had mistaken her for his daughter.
"So, Abella Medici is your real name?" James asked, smiling.
"Yes," Abella replied.
"It's a beautiful name," James gestured for her to walk ahead. "I believe you're already aware of my mother's condition. Do you have any plans?"
Mark suddenly remembered something. "Ms. Medici, there was a drug at a domestic auction called Heart-saving Pills, highly sought after. It was said to be made from Weed of Heart by a very skilled pharmacist and had miraculous effects on heart conditions."
He continued, "Many heart disease patients saw improvement after taking Heart-saving Pills. Mrs. Harris' condition isn't purely heart disease, so this drug can only partially help. I plan to mix Heart-saving Pills with my newly researched medication to see if it helps Mrs. Harris."
"Oh," Abella said calmly, "That drug won't help Mrs. Harris."
"Why?" Mark asked, puzzled.
James was equally puzzled. "Last night, I also bought Calm Powder."
"Oh, that's made from the leftover scraps of Heart-saving Pills. It won't provide any substantial help. Mrs. Harris' condition is complex and requires multiple medications," Abella said.
Everyone was stunned.
Mark's eyes widened. "Ms. Medici, are you the pharmacist known as Mr. Grey?"
"Yes, that's me," Abella replied.
Mark held his breath. So, last night, he bought the medicine made by Abella.
James, surprised, took Abella even more seriously. He didn't expect her to be so young, yet she was Abbott, the famous pharmacist, skilled in martial arts, and a craps expert. She was truly remarkable.
Abella asked calmly, "How much did you spend last night?"
James answered, "Twenty million dollars for one Heart-saving Pill, and five million dollars for a bottle of Calm Powder."
"You overpaid. Next time, buy directly from me, and I'll give you a discount," Abella said.
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