HappyNovelChapter 220: Marissa calmly said, "Mr. Alvarado, you frequently experience chest tightness and difficulty breathing. At night, you either struggle to fall asleep or, once asleep, find it hard to wake up. Upon awakening, you're drenched in cold sweat, feeling weak and drained. Your physicians have told you that your organs are failing and you will die soon." With a light chuckle, she asked, "Am I accurate in my assessment, Mr. Alvarado?" Paul's tone suddenly grew tense. "You can deduce all that just from my breathing?" "The title of international miracle doctor wasn't given towithout reason." Gal no ve I s.hosts your favorite stories "Can you truly cure me?" Paul asked "Mr. Alvarado, you've resigned yourself to the prospect of death. Why not letgive it a try? Success would allow you to maintain your dominance in this world. Failure would yield no different outcfrom your current expectations, correct?" "You present a compelling argument," Paul conceded softly. "You possess a sharp wit that can both irritate people and inspire hope." Marissa and Connor exchanged smiles at the hint of acquiescence in Paul's demeanor. However, Paul soon expressed another concern. “If I consent to your treatment, wouldn't that expose my true identity to you?" Marissa scoffed. "Mr. Alvarado, your concern is rather amusing. It's like a woman in labor at a hospital expecting the doctor to ensure her and her baby's safety without examining the birth canal. Do you expect surgeons to operate blindfolded?" "You..." Paul gasped with frustration, then coughed several times. “You impertinent girl, why must you be so rude? Aren't you a miracle worker? How can someone with such a title be so uncouth?" Marissa chuckled even more. "Indeed, I am the renowned miracle doctor Riss, yet I am also the formidable mercenary queen Black Snake. I can exhibit refinement when warranted and coarseness when circumstances demand it, depending on the individual I'm dealing with." "So, you deemunworthy of your refinement?" Paul's voice trembled with anger "You've ensnaredwith these annoying electronic handcuffs and seek my demise. It would be folly forto extend refinement to you. If given the chance, I'd curse your ancestors until their coffins rupture!" "You... ugh!" Paul suddenly spat a mouthful of blood. An urgent voice of Elvis emanated from behind the screen. "Mr. Alvarado! Mr. Alvarado!" The armed men in the room aimed their guns at Marissa, awaiting Paul's command to shoot. But she remained composed, even smiling slightly. Connor, initially tense, relaxed as he realized Marissa likely had a plan. Behind the screen, Paul coughed violently before subsiding Marissa, unperturbed, asked, "Feeling better now, Mr. Alvarado?" After a brief pause, Paul asked uncertainly, "Were you intentionally trying to provokejust now?" Marissa explained, "Mr. Alvarado, you live too comfortably. Everyone always agrees with you, even when you're wrong. You need someone liketo challenge you and help you release sof your toxic blood."
"Toxic blood?" Paul asked in confusion. "Do you mean I was m e poisoned?
"Not in the way you imagine. It's a medical issue, too intricate to explain right now. Just understand that causing you to expel that blood could extend your life by six months." "You're quite an arrogant girl!" Paul sneered
"I'm arrogant because I have the expertise!" Marissa asserted. "You have the option to allowto m administer treatment, potentially extending your life, or throwinto the sea, leading to your demise from the illness. The decision lies with you!"
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