Legendary American Tycoon

"Sixty-six and ninety-nine. Oh, yes. Three-six-nine, etc.," White said.

"I didn't say that..."

After Dr. Mouton reacted to the middle set, it was too late. Seeing the corners of White's mouth that seemed to be smiling rather than mocking, Dr. Mouton was very angry. She finally knew why this guy came to the office to find her. It's definitely not medical treatment or medication. It's purely an insult to her.

White said, "Do you know what you are now? Become a **** and still set up a memorial. On the one hand, you think that you are a high-ranking doctor, and at the same time, you feel that others don’t understand your suffering. Up."

"By the way, high-tech, right?" White bent over and put his business card on the side chair. "I'm learning computer."

After speaking, White turned around to leave. When he walked to the door, the legendary voice behind him suddenly disappeared. It was replaced by a sharp and ironic laugh from Dr. Mouton.

"Who do I think is such a big deal. Hehehehe." Turning around, I saw Dr. Mouton walk out from behind the desk and picked up White's business card on the chair. He held it in his hand and looked at it for a while. When he raised his head, his smile deepened, "It turned out to be the famous Stanford computer student in the newspaper."

White replied calmly: "Yes. I am."

“You’re the one who made a lot of noise a while ago?” said Dr. Mauton, “the person who said that you are going to be against the blog. You are really young when you say you are young. You are so young and ignorant that everything you do is right, right? "

"I don't think I'm wrong." White said. "If you have any ideas, please choke in your throat. I have no interest in listening to you babbling out a lot of meaningless nonsense. I don't need to A person who knows nothing about software will judge."

"How do you know I know nothing?"

Dr. Mouton seemed to think it was a joke, and grinned again. And said in a mocking tone of disdain and distrust.

"Oh, that's because. This is a course matching software designed specifically for Stanford students." White said, "I don't think you are still Stanford's age. Your current age really fits the Stanford Hospital professor. Job title."

A thin layer of embarrassment appeared on Dr. Mouton's well-maintained face.

"What does it matter to you?"

"I just said that your current age is in line with the age of fifty or sixty to be a full professor." White smiled and said, "And, you must have been a professor not long ago?"

White knew that for an elderly woman, experience and money were first things they cared about most, followed by looks. Even the rich and powerful women hope that they can stay young forever and not age.

What White said just now was exactly what happened to Dr. Morton's wound. Dr. Mouton was really angry. Once the two aspects of age and weight are mentioned, unless it is a celebrity from a noble background, no one can remain unchanged when facing them.

"You're such a scared, and demeaned kid—!"

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Dr. Mouton's body trembled slightly because of anger.

White spread his hands. "I just praised your medical skill. I mentioned both of these points. You only pay attention to the first point, and you feel aggrieved about it. I can't help it. Let's stop there."

White turned and left, but Dr. Morton's voice still came from behind.

"I don't think you will achieve much success! You will regret this arrogant and wicked language today! You will never succeed in your life. Don't you know how to laugh at you outside, 20-year-old ignorant kid."

With a "creak", the office door opened. White was about to go out, but bumped into someone who broke in. The documents in the man's hand fell all over the place. White saw the man's face clearly.

It was the little interns who had been with Dr. Mouton before.

The young doctor intern didn't seem to notice White at all, and he just rushed in without even having time to see the person hitting him. When the documents full of documents were floating in the air like white snow, the little doctor's gasping voice rang.

"Dr. Mawton, the confirmation has been completed. Sarah, Sarah’s sponsor will stop her sponsorship before next Friday. In other words, Sara’s VIP ward is about to expire. It’s amazing, Dr. Mawton. . Actually realized this a long time ago. That said, Sarah was not a child of a rich family. How could anyone continue to sponsor her illness..."

When I saw White, the little doctor's excitement stopped abruptly.

White took a step closer and asked, "You said the sponsor stopped sponsoring. So, you don't want to continue treating Sarah?"

The little doctor is not very old and not very old. In front of White, she was as weak as a lamb. Facing White's pressure and the strained face he tried to suppress, the little doctor stepped back again and again, looking at Dr. Maurton, his eyes were pitiful and helpless.

After sitting back at the desk, Dr. Mouton looked like walking in a leisurely courtyard: "This is not our decision. It is the hospital's decision."

"No. She just said," White pointed at the young doctor intern. "You can tell from what she said. The sponsorship has not stopped. The hospital has not made a decision. It is you who made the decision privately. Maoton."

White didn't even bother to call the doctor respectfully.

Dr. Mouton leaned back and held up the water glass at the corner of the table. Shi Shiran looked at White, and Dr. Morton said in a natural mocking tone: "Otherwise? Am I going to waste my time stupidly? Since you just forced me out. Then I will say it directly and frankly now. Got it. Once Sara’s funding stops, Sara will withdraw from the ward and disappear from my treatment target. Do you think that such a person, I still need to put my mind on her?"

After a long silence, White said, "This is a life."

"Please, kid. The lives I need to save are not dozens, but hundreds. Those who spend money waiting for me to treat them shouldn't be wasted because of a worthless person like Sarah. Rebirth opportunity-do you think I am right? I have never seen a kid in the world.

The disgusting smile on Dr. Mouton’s face resurfaced when she first came to the office. He thinks he is humorous, mocking smile.

"Yes, I understand." White nodded heavily, "I understand what you mean."