Chapter 196 I Can Cure
"Grandpa Miller, Grandpa Miller, I brought Mr. Brooke. He graduated top of his class from med school.
"He's a pro at all medical techniques and can cure your illness."
As soon as Brandon showed up, Riley rushed over, dragging the blond guy to introduce him to Brandon.
David's eyes lit up. "Are you Mr. Brooke from the Apollo team?"
Brooke nodded. "Hello, Mr. Miller, happy to help."
"Nice job, Riley." David gave her a thumbs up.
The Apollo Medical Team was founded by Brooke and consists of twelve doctors, all Ph.D. graduates from prestigious overseas medical schools, covering multiple specialties.
They were renowned for treating high-profile individuals within the country, handling everything from wellness to complex medical issues and surgeries, with an exceptional standard of care.
The fees for the Apollo team were sky-high—one consultation started at a million dollars, with surgeries or further recommendations costing tens of millions.
Despite these exorbitant rates, Brooke and his team were perpetually swamped, frequently traveling across the country to provide care and serving as medical advisors for dozens of wealthy clients.
So, David felt a renewed sense of confidence in his father's condition upon seeing them arrive here.
Riley smiled proudly, "Mr. Brooke owed me a favor, so I asked him to check on Grandpa Miller.
"He came right away, bringing his team."
Brandon smiled. "You all are very thoughtful."
James took a closer look at Riley. This girl was bold and skilled, truly strong and decisive.
"This is an expert from JZL Medical Clinic, James." Brandon pointed at James and smiled. "Riley, you might have to fight a match today."
David smiled. "Riley, James is very skilled. Be careful not to lose."
"A match? Him? Really?"
Riley stepped forward, glaring at James, her pretty face showing disdain.
"A scrawny little guy like you? I could knock you flat with a single punch."
James took a step back, not out of fear, but because she was coming right at him, and if he didn't move, they'd collide.
Riley was so aggressive that James didn't want to take advantage of her.
"Not much of a match for me, and definitely no competition for Brooke."
Seeing James step back only fueled Riley's contempt. She huffed loudly, "Grandpa Miller, domestic doctors are useless for you.
"You've seen so many local doctors, and none have made any difference.
"Get lost. Don't embarrass yourself here."
She looked at James provocatively, even making a throat-slitting gesture with a dagger.
James spoke calmly, "Facial discoloration, recurrent inflammation from burns, your back is almost rotting. If Brooke is so great, why hasn't he cured your burns?"
Riley's smile faltered, and she stared at James in disbelief, clearly stunned that he could see through her issue.
Then her eyes darkened. "Have you been spying on me?"
"I'm not interested in you." James smiled. "Besides, this is our first meeting. When would I have had the chance to spy on you?"
Riley's expression softened, and then she snorted again, "I admit you have some skills, but you're definitely not as good as Brooke."
James smiled faintly. "Stop talking and show what you've got."
Brandon and his son chuckled, watching the confrontation with interest. After all, in their experience, no one had ever challenged Riley like this.
Riley glared at James, then spoke a few words to Brooke.
Brooke nodded, waved his hand, and quickly left with a few assistants.
The equipment was soon connected and started beeping.
Riley mocked James, "Have you ever seen such sophisticated equipment?
"Let me tell you, these are world-class advanced devices. You couldn't afford even one of them in a lifetime.
"How can you compare to Brooke?"
"Brandon's illness is just heart failure and a lung abscess," James said casually. "I can see these diseases at a glance. Only those with poor skills need to rely on equipment."
Riley scoffed. "You can see it at a glance? You're just talking nonsense."
"Mr. Miller, you have heart failure and a severe lung abscess," Brooke finished his examination and spoke directly to Brandon. "You need immediate treatment, or you won't live more than three months."
Riley was shocked, both by Brandon's severe condition and by James' accurate diagnosis.
Brandon also looked at James curiously, surprised by his skill.
David rushed to Brandon, his face full of anxiety. "Dad, how did you get a lung abscess? The last check-up only showed some inflammation."
Half a month ago, David had given Brandon a full body check-up, and apart from heart failure, there were no major issues with his lungs.
"Maybe I drank too much," Brandon smiled, then looked at Brooke. "Mr. Brooke, go ahead and treat me."
Although he had long accepted the reality of life, he wouldn't disregard the good intentions of those around him.
Riley reacted and shouted, "Yes, yes, hurry up and treat him, hurry up and treat Grandpa Miller.
"Grandpa Miller, you'll be fine, you definitely will be fine." Riley held Brandon's hand. "My grandpa will be back in the country in a few days, and he still wants to play chess with you."
Brandon smiled kindly. "Don't worry, Riley. I'll be fine."
"Mr. Miller, we can treat you, but I need to explain the risks," Brooke looked at Brandon intently. "You have a lung abscess that has already started to rot, and it's very serious.
"We can insert a needle into your lung to draw out the pus, but the affected area is very close to the heart, and with your heart failure.
"If the needle goes in and deviates even slightly, it will be very dangerous.
"In other words, your treatment carries a significant risk to your life."
Riley's expression tightened. "Mr. Brooke, what are the chances?"
Brooke held up two fingers. "Twenty percent. It's just that the affected area is too close to the heart."
"Twenty percent?" Brandon smiled faintly. "Only twenty percent? Then I won't go through with it. Living quietly for three months is far better than dying on the operating table."
Riley whispered, "Grandpa Miller."
David's body shook. "Twenty percent, how is that possible?"
Brandon waved his hand. "That's it. It's not easy for Mr. Brooke to come here. David, give Mr. Brooke and his team $1,562,500."
Brandon, who had always been a force to be reckoned with, wasn't about to let his final days be marred by illness or a loss of dignity.
Brooke smiled wryly. "Thank you, Mr. Miller. But since I can't help you, I can't accept this money."
Riley was unwilling to give up. "Mr. Brooke, is there really no way to save Grandpa Miller?"
"Other than surgery to extract the pus, there's no other way to treat it," Brooke was straightforward. "Either take the risk for a twenty percent chance, or die in three months."
Riley fell silent instantly.
At this moment, James stepped forward, looking at Brandon, and said, "I can cure this illness."
Riley was furious upon hearing this. "Stop causing trouble. Mr. Brooke isn't confident, so what can you cure?"
Brooke shrugged, his expression amused.
Brandon looked at James with interest. "How confident are you?"
James said, "One hundred percent!"
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