Chapter 144 You're Making Medicine, Right?
Generally speaking, when a person's life reaches its end, they can only wait for death. However, with James' abilities, he can still extend Charlotte's life and save her.
As James made the final judgment, Randy also drew everyone's attention.
Aaron looked at him in disbelief.
"Mr. Powell, is it a life-or-death situation even if you treat her?"
Randy was very decisive. "That's right, the poisoning is too severe. I can only use poison to counteract poison, and there's only a ten percent chance of saving her."
Aaron couldn't accept this result. "This is impossible! Impossible! How could this happen?"
The atmosphere grew tense, and the hospital leaders began to sweat.
No one expected that Randy would also be at a loss.
They wanted to express something but didn't dare to get involved, fearing it would delay Charlotte's treatment.
Anyone who stepped forward now would easily invite disaster.
Moreover, if the decision was wrong, Randy, who made the decision, would bear the responsibility.
Facing Aaron's rage, Randy showed no fear. Instead, he straightened his thin frame.
"That's right, the patient must be treated immediately. The poison isn't very strong, but it has damaged her organs. Ordinary medicine can't stop it. It doesn't act quickly, but it's hard to control," Randy said calmly, "I checked the patient's injuries and compared some test results. It looks like the toxin is spreading slowly."
"And every bit of its spread causes damage, like sulfuric acid slowly corroding the patient's vitality. In at most twelve hours, the patient will die of organ failure. Only by using poison to counteract poison can there be a slight chance of survival."
"Mr. Collins, I know it's hard for you to accept, but now you must have the courage to take a risk. Otherwise, your mother might not survive today."
Randy's tone was calm yet authoritative, making people instinctively believe his words.
"Only a ten percent chance? Only by using poison to counteract poison?"
Aaron's fists clenched instinctively. He looked at the silent doctors and experts, accusingly shouting, "So many doctors, so many experts, and none of you can neutralize this poison?"
"What are you guys up to? You're so quick to ask for money, but when it really matters, you're no help at all."
He punched the wall.
Though small in stature, his strength was great, and the wall cracked under his punch.
"Mr. Collins, I know you're angry and find it hard to accept." Randy didn't mind taking responsibility and gave his professional opinion, "But blaming them now is meaningless. Even if you buried them all alive, it wouldn't save the patient."
"What you need now is a decision. Decide whether to let me use poison to counteract poison. I hope you can make up your mind soon."
"This way, the patient has a better chance of survival. Otherwise, by noon, I won't even have a ten percent chance."
His words were harsh and hard to accept, but no one questioned them.
With Charlotte's life at stake, who dared to voice opposition without absolute certainty?
"No, no, there's another way." Aaron shouted, "The suspect, the one who poisoned her, she must know the toxin and the antidote."
"Someone, bring her in and interrogate her. Get the antidote at any cost. Otherwise, I'll make sure she dies with my mother."
Having depended on each other for many years, Aaron had deep feelings for Charlotte and didn't want her to be harmed, even if it meant risking his own life.
"Mr. Collins, there's no time. We have limited time." Randy shook his head. "Make a decision."
Several doctors echoed, "Mr. Collins, please trust Mr. Powell's expertise."
"It doesn't necessarily have to be poison to counteract poison."
At this moment, a sudden voice sounded beside the hospital bed. "In my opinion, the patient can still be saved and can live for at least five more years."
These words stunned the entire ward into silence.
Everyone focused their gaze and saw a man standing by the bed, holding Charlotte's wrist and diagnosing her.
"Who are you? Which department are you from?" The hospital leader's face turned stern. "Is the patient someone you can touch?"
Causing trouble at this time, wasn't he asking for Aaron to kill him?
Another doctor shouted, "Whose person is this? Get him out immediately."
He worried it was an overconfident intern.
Aaron's face also darkened. 'At this critical moment, someone dares to cause trouble?'
Patrick quickly stepped forward to explain, "Mr. Collins, he's the doctor I brought, named James. He's very skilled. My wife, Mr. Robinson, Mr. Miller, Raymond, all were treated by Mr. Williams."
With Patrick's endorsement, everyone's expressions eased considerably.
Aaron was also taken aback. Then, his eyes lit up. "James, can you save my mother?"
James had already assessed the situation, so he replied, "Yes!"
Aaron repeated, "Mr. Williams, how confident are you in curing my mother?"
James nodded lightly. "One hundred percent."
'One hundred percent?'
The whole room was shocked.
"Absurd! A bunch of experts can't cure her, and you, a young man, have a solution?"
Randy sternly shouted at Aaron, "Mr. Collins, would you rather believe a young man than us? If you decide to let him treat her, fine, we'll respect your decision and let him try."
"But I need to remind you, time is life. The longer the delay, the smaller the chance of survival."
Randy was very serious. "This is something I, as a doctor, really hate to witness."
Aaron's expression faltered slightly. He knew Randy's professionalism and couldn't help but look at James.
Clearly, he wanted more confidence.
Randy looked at James with disdain. "I don't believe him. But the patient is Mr. Collins' relative. Her life or death is up to you."
James stepped forward, shook Randy's hand, smiled, and asked, "Mr. Powell, have you been working on a vitality-boosting drug recently?"
"How do you know?" Randy's smile instantly vanished, looking at James in disbelief.
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