The Healing Avenger novel Chapter 6

The expression on Alexander's face also turned extremely unsightly. After all, Finnegan was the person he had recommended, and it was a blow to his own reputation to have him labeled as a fraud.

Jennifer completely disregarded the expressions of the two people. Turning to Joel, she said, “Dr. Griffin, I place my daughter's health in your hands.”

“Rest assured, I will definitely provide Ms. Zimmerman with the most advanced treatment in the world.”

After Joel finished speaking, he instructed his assistants to bring out various medical instruments, and they began to conduct a variety of examinations on Bernice.

Patrick looked somewhat embarrassedly at Alexander and Finnegan. “Dr. Cooper, I apologize. You know how my wife is. She speaks without thinking sometimes. Please don't take it to heart. You two take a rest first, and once they're done, you can take a look at my daughter again.”

He had spoken these words politely, but it was clear to everyone that between Joel and Finnegan, he had chosen the former.

Finnegan felt a surge of anger in his heart. He was known as the mischievous doctor, always sought after by others for his medical expertise. This was the first time he had ever been treated with such disregard.

He intended to leave directly, but when he thought of Bernice's kindness to his family, he no longer considered leaving and decided to stay with Alexander, as he could still cure Bernice if Joel couldn't.

Meanwhile, Joel and his assistants had completed one examination after another for Bernice. Finally, all the reports were gathered into his hands.

As he read the reports, his frown deepened.

Jennifer asked anxiously, “Dr. Griffin, how is my daughter? Is there still hope?”

Joel sighed, shaking his head. “It's strange. She's fine physically, yet we can't find the cause of her coma. I suspect she has fallen into a vegetative state. Unless a miracle occurs, she may not wake up. I'm sorry. We've done our best.”

“What? A vegetative state? Dr. Griffin, isn't there any other treatment we could consider?”

“That specialist title of yours doesn't amount to anything in my eyes,” Finnegan said. “I can assert with certainty as well that I can cure the illnesses you can't cure!”

Joel burst out laughing, a look of disdain on his face. “What a joke. That is the funniest joke I've heard in my life. If you can cure diseases, then pigs can fly!”

Upon hearing Joel belittle him once more, Finnegan furrowed his brows. “Dare to make a bet with me? If I can cure Ms. Zimmerman's illness, you will publicly apologize to me nationwide. If I lose, I will give you a hundred million.”

Joel shook his head. “Ms. Zimmerman is already gravely ill. Such a bet holds no meaning whatsoever.”

“What's the matter? Are you afraid?”

Having been challenged repeatedly by a young man in his twenties, Joel was beginning to lose his temper. “Since you're so arrogantly ignorant, I suppose it's time for me to teach you a lesson. Isn't it just a bet? If I lose, not only will I publicly apologize to you nationwide, but I will also give you a hundred million.”