James Smith nodded and said, “I have brought the medicine back. If you want to study it, take it and study it, but I want ten boxes for my son to treat!”
“Ten boxes?” Ridick frowned and blurted out, “Mr. Smith, you have to know that this money comes from our Ministry of Health.”
“Ten boxes are $50 million! If you just take it away, how should I tell my superior report?”
When James Smith became nervous, he asked, “What do you mean? My son is still waiting for help!”
Seeing that he was very nervous, Ridick hurriedly laughed and said, “Oh, don’t be so sensitive, don’t be so nervous. I mean, your son is taking the normal dose. Only one medicine a day is needed. Four boxes are enough. He can take it for a month.”
As he said, Ridick patted James Smith on the shoulder, and said, “With our pharmacy ability, maybe we have achieved a complete imitation in a month, and I will give it myself by then. A hundred boxes will be delivered to your home!”
James Smith immediately yelled emotionally, “No! What if you don’t achieve it in a month? Should I continue to watch my son wait to die? I don’t care about anything else, this batch of medicine, I need 10 boxes, one less box will not work!”
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