Charlotte panicked.
Calling the police was bad enough, but why did they have to involve the media too?
If the story spread, she would face a huge mess.
Gritting her teeth, she finally understood what shooting herself in the foot meant.
Right now, she had no choice. She had to treat him. She didn't want to be known for this kind of "fame".
It was only a patient, after all. They could go their separate ways once the job was done and the fee paid.
Besides, a billion dollars was too big to pass up. With that money, she could buy Amber a luxury villa.
After thinking of this, Charlotte snatched Henry's phone. She smiled coolly and said, "I thought about it again. Maybe we should talk about treatment."
Henry raised a brow. "Didn't you say you couldn't cure him, Dr. Mandy?"
Still smiling, she answered, "I can, as long as the money is right. I'm moody by nature. A moment ago, I was upset, but now I'm fine."
She marched into the treatment room and faced Brian.
She had been staying outside, hiding her identity. Now that she was stepping inside, she was no longer afraid of being exposed.
Brian sat upright on the couch. He could not see, yet his hearing was acute. He heard the doctor stop in front of him.
His tone stayed cold, the pressure emanating from him strong. "So you can treat me now?"
Charlotte missed the sarcastic hint in his voice. Annoyed, she replied, "Yes! Unless you're dead, I can fix you!"
Brian had already lost faith in her skill. He sneered, "Don't brag too much. You might regret it in a minute."
She smiled back. "Save the concern!"
She sat down, flipped into work mode, and said, "Enough talk. Hand me the chart and all the tests, and tell me how your body is right now."
Brian lifted a hand, and Henry rushed over with the files. "Here, Dr. Mandy, everything we have."
Charlotte skimmed the chart while Henry said, "He can't see."
What? Did she hear that right?
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