In such a situation, if one cared about their dignity, there was no reason for them to refuse a drink. Not to mention, Zach was someone who cared about his dignity.
“Hmph! Aren’t there just three bowls of whisky? I’ll drink!”
Zach walked to the table and reached out to pick up a bowl. However, he sensed the pressure of a strong hand. He could not even move out of the grip. It was only after he raised his head that he realized Thomas was holding him back.
“Dr. Mayo?”
Thomas gently said, “Mr. Quinn, looking at your complexion and aura, your liver isn’t simply afflicted with a small disease. If you usually take care of yourself, you’ll be fine. But once you drink alcohol, you’ll definitely die.”
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