The Man in Power After Being Married into Her Family
Chapter 3615

After saying that, Liam grabbed his suitcase and strode out of the restaurant.

At this time, Smith felt as if he had been humiliated.

At that moment when he was still in a daze, Liam had already left the restaurant.

He looked down at the box of Apothecary Restoration Pill on the table, and he felt so angry in his heart that he threw the box of pills into the garbage as he became consumed by his rage and said, "What kind of f*cking restoration pills are these?! It's all f*cking bullsh*t! I've spent millions of dollars trying out all kinds of cutting-edge technology to cure my son! Even if the president had cancer, he would never get even more treatment than my son! He cannot even be cured after all these efforts, so how can he be cured by this kind of b*llsh*t Oskian medicine?!"

At this point, the public relations person who had been hiding in the back and hadn't come out to disturb the two men hurriedly came out and asked after him, "Mr. Smith, what happened? Is Mr. Weaver gone?" Smith said angrily, "He's gone!"

The public relation's person asked awkwardly, "The meal is almost ready. So, should I serve yours first?" "Serve my a*s!" Smith cursed in annoyance, "I've been

trying to tell you for a long time that your chef's cooking tastes ten thousand times worse than sh*t! If it wasn't for the money, I would have f*cking shoved all his cooking up his a*s!"

The public relations officer instantly froze. He never would have dreamt that Smith, who had always been a gentleman, would become furious like this.

However, he also understood that Smith must be in a very bad mood. So, at this time, he should not say anything else to provoke him.

Therefore, he hurriedly smiled and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Smith. We will definitely change the chef next time, and we will then invite a French Michelin star chef from New York to personally serve you." Smith shook his head and said coldly, "No need."

As he spoke of this, he was disheveled, and he said with flushed red eyes, "This will be the last time that I work with you. Don't look for me if there is such a thing again in the future..."

At this moment, Smith already knew very well deep in his heart that his son's situation was hopeless.

Although he just told Liam that he

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still hoped to let his son continue with the Novartis Pharmaceuticals' T-cell immunotherapy that was worth four hundred and seventy thousand US dollars, Smith knew very well that the so-called cutting-edge technology was far from being the nemesis of cancer. It only had a good therapeutic effect for blood and lymphoma cancers, but the effect on solid tumors was very general.

In front of patients with end-stage solid tumors, this kind of

immunotherapy that was worth four hundred and seventy thousand US dollars for each treatment was just like a joke, and its effect was negligible.

To use a less appropriate analogy, it was like how the wind could easily blow a fart away, but how it would be completely difficult for the wind to blow away a piece of sh*t.

In addition, he had a family of four now, and it was difficult for him to come up with four hundred and seventy thousand US dollars to continue with the next treatment.

Smith's usual income was very high,

and his family also had very good health insurance. However, what the health insurance covered were those treatments that had been officially put into commercial use and had been included in the medical

treatment target.

In order to keep his son's life, Smith had been using his own connections to get in touch with the world's best medical technology and even many medical technologies that were still in the experimental stage.

The cost of that kind of medical treatment was extremely high, and health insurance companies simply did not care for it or covered a single penny of the treatment at all.

So, a few years down the road, Smith had already poured in millions of dollars of assets.

Out of all these, at least half of it was similar to the gray income today.

Right now, he could no longer afford it.

What was more, he also knew very well that his son's situation had begun to take a sharp turn as blindness and deafness had come one after another.

According to this trend, a month was already the best situation.

If it was a little worse, he might not even be able to survive a week.

In this case, there was really no need for him to continue earning such additional money.

The public relations officer was still thinking about how to persuade him, but he had already stood up, turned around, and prepared to walk out.