Master of Medicine The Saintly Healer

Matthew looked at jeffrey as if he was insane. How could he make money from rubbish that couldn’t actually treat patients? That was as good as murder–but Jeffrey seemed to be flaunting it.

This was such a pointless endeavor. To think Rachel was even considering working with Jeffrey.

Matthew ignored Jeffrey’s sarcasin and turned to Rachel. “This product won’t go anywhere. I’d advise against investing in it.”

Rachel knitted her brows together. She respected Matthew’s medical skills, but she felt he was clueless about running a business.

Some blood pressure medications out there were top sellers, and the business behind them made a fortune.

If the new drug outperformed the existing competitors in the market, it would make a significant amount of money. The Carter family was in desperate need of a cash cow. Rachel had to make money to get their support.

After choosing her words carefully, Rachel said, “I still don’t know much about this drug, Matthew. I’d like to know Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

more about it.”

A hint of disappointment flashed in Matthew’s eyes. Even though Rachel was subtle about it, she had rejected his suggestion in the end.

After understanding the underlying meaning behind Rachel’s words, Matthew nodded. “Alright, it’s your call.” Jeffrey smirked. “Did you hear that, Matthew? People with great foresight won’t dismiss this product so easily. We’re talking about billions in future earnings. You’re just a chauffeur who knows nothing. Stop making ridiculous

comments.”

Matthew noticed that Jeffrey was flattering Rachel while putting him down. He coldly said, “You know nothing about medicine. A drug that doesn’t treat anything isn’t medicine. Yet you still expect to earn billions from it? You’ve gone

mad.”

Jeffrey mocked, “Do you really think being good at medicine makes you rich? It only makes you a doctor. You have no idea how the world operates, let alone how to make money. You’re not smart enough to even talk about this product.” With a cold expression, Matthew muttered, “I have a formula that treats high blood pressure, and it’s suitable for mass production. You’re so smart, so you tell me which is more profitable. A drug that doesn’t work or one that does?” Hearing this, Jeffrey shot up from his seat and knocked over his chair, causing a loud racket.

Jeffrey looked at Matthew in disbelief. “Do you seriously have a formula to treat high blood pressure?” Rachel had also sat up straight and nervously looked at Matthew, waiting for his reply.

Matthew coldly snorted. “That’s right. I have a formula to treat high blood pressure”

Jeffrey’s expression darkened. He fixed his gaze on Matthew, and his breathing became i

Seemingly in a battle with his own thoughts, Jeffrey’s mouth twliched, and he hesitated to speak.

rapid.

In the end, he made up his mind and asked, “Are you selling this formula?”

Matthew sneered. “I’m not selling it!”

Hearing Matthew’s response, Rachel’s expression softened, and she faintly smiled. It was a smile no one would notice unless they looked closely.

Jeffrey forced a smile of his own. “Forgive me for what I said earlier. No matter the cost, you have to sell the formula to me. Of course, the drug has to be effective.”

Matthew snickered. “It’s a good medicine but a bad product. I think you shouldn’t buy it.”

Jeffrey knew Matthew was ridiculing him, but he had to pretend otherwise. “I’m not buying the formula to produce and sell the medicine,” he tried.

Matthew coldly chuckled. “If you’re not selling it, are you keeping it as a collectible? Do you really expect me to believe you?”

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