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?" Rutgers 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, Rutgers 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."
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