“If you can’t figure it out, come to me, I’ll wait for you here.”
Harry Johnson smiled. “Come to you? Who do you think you are? Can’t you look at yourself in the mirror? You’re really drunk.”
Harry became an attending physician at a young age, and he was a well-known genius. These achievements naturally made him become arrogant. With his arrogant character, how could he ask a “layman” for help?
Harry turned around and walked away.
Meanwhile, Thomas was saying something rather confusing, “There is still an hour left to treat the patient. If the patient doesn’t receive timely treatment, he will never be able to wake up again.”
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