Falk Squid!

Dr. Bailey wanted to curse.

Is this Lancelot stupid?

Or is it deliberately embarrassing him?

Just look at the appearance of Mrs. Melchior, how can this be a normal reaction?

Even breathing has become weak, and all physiological functions are rapidly decreasing......

With a little try, you'll know what's going on!

And the heartbeat, after a rapid climb, also began to decline rapidly.

Soon, it became very weak.

"Hurry, rescue, save the patient, stop chemotherapy!"

"Activate the emergency plan!"

Dr. Bailey didn't bother to answer Lancelot at this time, and yelled.

The entire medical team was busy.

I have to say that the medical team headed by Dr. Bailey is still at a certain level in terms of professionalism, and it is worthy of a group of people with a good reputation.

After a series of rescues, Mrs. Melchior's condition was significantly relieved, and the display of various instruments began to return to normal.

Madame Melchior herself, on the other hand, breathed steadily.

It's just that after this toss, he obviously looks more haggard, his face is extremely sallow, and his breathing and heartbeat are not as good as before.

Although he is alive, he also looks like he is still breathing.

"Whew!"

Dr. Bailey let out a long breath.

In the end, the patient did not die directly in the process of chemotherapy.

If that's the case, it will be a big blow to his reputation!

As for now......

Anyway, Mrs. Melchior's condition had stabilized, and if anything went wrong, it wouldn't have much to do with him, Dr. Bailey.

After all, in this world, there are still many terminal diseases that cannot be overcome.

No matter how good his medical skills are, Dr. Tabailey can only be helpless when he encounters such a terminal illness.

If the treatment is not good and the patient dies, it has nothing to do with him.

"Dr. Bailey, how's it going?"

Cousin Lancelot, who had been watching from the side, his face full of anxiety, now saw the opportunity and asked.

"Oh, Mr. Lancelot, I have to tell you this bad news with a sad heart.

As much as we are reluctant to accept it, I have to say that Mrs. Melchior is in a very bad situation, and I am afraid that she will not last long.

Her current physical condition is no longer able to withstand chemotherapy treatment. There was no problem with this plan, however, her physical condition was too weak to withstand the treatment process.

So, we can't help it! I'm really sorry!"

Although Dr. Bailey's tone said that he was sorry, but his face was full of calm expressions, where was there a trace of apology?

Lancelot was slightly stunned.

Then, he reacted.

"Dr. Bailey, you mean, your treatment plan has failed, and instead of curing my grandmother, it has made my grandmother's condition worse, and, I'm afraid, not cured......

But it's not your fault, not because you're incompetent, it's because my grandmother is in poor health?"

Lancelot thought for a moment...... It seems that Dr. Bailey's words mean that!

Dr. Bailey was immediately annoyed.

This Lancelot is really too speechless!

"What do you mean, Lancelot? You are an insult to me!

In this world, there are many diseases that cannot be overcome. Could it be that as a doctor, you must be able to treat all diseases?

Then how can anyone still die in this world? Everyone has long been immortal! Lancelot, you are really too ungentlemanly!

I didn't expect you, a member of the Melchior family, to say such a thing! I'm really ashamed of you!"

Dr. Bailey's voice was stern, and he put down his big hat.

He really knows these so-called gentlemen too well.

These gentlemen are the ones who love face the most.

No matter how many shady things you do in private.

However, it is absolutely not allowed to show oneself in public that one is not a gentleman enough.

Therefore, as soon as Dr. Bailey opened his mouth, it can be said that he was directly aimed at Lancelot's weakness.

He was right, as if everything was as it should be.

On the contrary, if Lancelot said anything more about him, it would be too undeserved, and he would be nailed to the pillar of shame.

Lancelot choked on.

What Dr. Bailey Says...... Makes sense!

Yes, Dr. Bailey's words are truly irrefutable.

Because Mrs. Melchior is indeed terminally ill. There is no doubt about this.

Mrs. Melchior could not have placed her life in the hands of Dr. Bailey and Hopkins Hospital.

Even if Hopkins Hospital is the best hospital in the world, even if Dr. Bailey is a Nobel Prize winner in medicine...... Not to do that either!

No one is negligent in the slightest bit about their own lives. Especially aristocrats like Madame Melchior, who were more desperate for their lives than ordinary people.

So, after being examined by Dr. Bailey, and knowing that she was terminally ill, Mrs. Melchior went to several other hospitals for examination.

This is confirmed.

Moreover, other hospitals did not dare to make any treatment plan because they were not sure.

After all, Madame Melchior's status is not ordinary, and there is no room for error.

Only Dr. Bailey gave a treatment plan.

That's why Mrs. Melchior can only pin all her hopes on Hopkins Hospital, on Dr. Bailey.

Now that Dr. Bailey's treatment has gone awry, can they blame Dr. Bailey?

Healing is inherently risky.

What's more, Mrs. Melchior was originally terminally ill?

Dr. Bailey scolded Lancelot for being too ungentlemanly, which is justified!

Cousin Lancelot stood there, choked and speechless.

However, he knew in his heart that this was not the case!

Because Dr. Bailey swore by it before, and he was very sure!

Moreover, after Dr. Bailey gave the medicine, Mrs. Melchior's condition deteriorated rapidly and took a sharp turn for the worse.

It's not the wrong medicine, what is it?

But he didn't know what to say now.

If you really mess with Dr. Bailey again, the risk is too high!

Will Hopkins Hospital sit idly by and watch Dr. Bailey fall into disrepute?

If he can't defeat Dr. Bailey, he'll be finished!

Is it worth the risk for the sake of the grandmother?

Lancelot turned his head to look at Mrs. Melchior.

By this time, Madame Melchior had already opened her eyes, and she had woken up, but her face was pale and she looked very weak.

"Forget it!"

Mrs. Melchior tried to raise her hand, but found that she could not even lift it.

Her quilt was stained with blood.

In just a few moments, she was already a lot weaker.

Now, I'm very weak in my speech.

The room was very quiet, and the needles could be heard, but everyone had to listen carefully to hear what Madame Melchior was saying.

"Lancelot, it's not Dr. Bailey's fault! He's a good doctor, that's what everybody knows......"

Madame Melchior's tone was a little indifferent.

Yes!

Everyone knows that Dr. Bailey is a good doctor.

That's where the problem lies.

Nobel Laureate in Medicine!

Who would dare to question the winner of the Nobel Prize in Medicine?

Ordinary people are not qualified to question, and even if they do, people will take it as a joke and laugh it off, and no one will take it to heart.

If a nobleman dared to question Dr. Bailey, he would become a laughing stock in the circle.

No matter how much you know, can there be a doctor who knows more?

Sooner or later, you will be nailed to the pillar of shame of ignorance of science, ignorance.

"Thank you, Dr. Bailey. All I want to know now is how I'm doing, how long will I live after this experience, and will it still be three months?" asked Madame Melchior, in a weak tone.

"Oh, this ......" Dr. Bailey hesitated.

This time, he didn't answer rashly, but asked the assistants of the team to gather all the data, and after analyzing it with the assistants, he said:

"I'm sorry, Madame Melchior, but your present condition is very precarious. We can't promise you how long you'll live.

However, depending on the data, you can always have an emergency. So...... Let's make arrangements!"

The expression on Madame Melchior's face froze, and he became even more dead.

Hurry up and make arrangements?

It's clear what kind of arrangements to make!

What does Dr. Bailey mean that she could die at any time?

Originally, she had three months to live.

This inference was not only given by Dr. Bailey, but also by Mrs. Melchior, who had been examined in several other top hospitals.

This inference, which is based on the law and time of cancer cell division, should be very accurate.

But now, after being tossed around by Dr. Bailey like this, he didn't even have three months, but he could die suddenly at any time?

Madame Melchior wants to kill!

However, she couldn't.

Not only could she not, but she also had to try to suppress the anger in her heart and try to pretend to be calm.

Because she's a nobleman!

She's Citi's richest man!

Only by doing so can it be in her best interest.

Her energy is already very limited.

If you quarrel with Dr. Bailey, it's likely that she will die in a dispute.

Mrs. Melchior knew she couldn't do that.

There are many things in the family, and she still needs to make arrangements.

Originally, she thought that she still had three months to go, so although she began to make arrangements for the future, she was not in such a hurry.