The Understated Dragon Lord

Chapter 969 Help!



"No way! This just won't do!"

Grant jumped in quickly. "Aaron, your stomach pain isn't a punishment from God! It's probably something you ate that upset your stomach. I know a doctor-Damian, one of the top four in D.C. He owns Eternal Spring; he can fix anything. You've been in pain long enough; let's get him to check you

out."

Aaron breathed a sigh of relief and immediately replied, "Thank you, Grant! Please get Damian here! It feels like my stomach is in knots, like a million ants are crawling around, tearing me apart from the inside!"

"Hang on, Aaron!"

Grant rushed to bring Damian over.

Damian wasn't a fool; he didn't treat patients out of the goodness of his heart. He was in it for the money! Still, he was skilled-after all, he made it to the top ranks in D.C.

Damian approached Aaron, eyeing him closely.

At a glance, Aaron's pale face told Damian he was definitely not well. It wasn't a case of bad nutrition; Aaron wasn't poor and couldn't afford food.

Though Aaron's face was yellow, it clearly indicated he was sick, and this illness was no small matter.

What exactly was wrong? Just a surface inspection wouldn't tell him everything.

Damian knew he needed to dig deeper!

But he wasn't going to treat anyone without payment first. His rule was simple: no money, no medicine.

Turning to Aaron, he asked, "Are you sure you want me to help you?"

“Damian, please help me! My stomach is killing me!"

"Don't worry, Aaron. As a doctor, it's my duty to heal. I'm here to help."

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Aaron was taken aback.

"$1 million? Are you serious? For a stomach ache?"

That was outrageous!

Honestly, though, while that was a ridiculous amount, Aaron was a jade expert. The jewelry business could be incredibly profitable; sometimes, the price difference on jade could reach tens of millions, even billions. Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

So, while $1 million was a lot, it wasn't something he couldn't handle.