Chapter 1847: Merchant Alliance

Timon's words meant that the other party's methods were thirteen times better than his. Everyone gasped. Augustus and his son simply couldn't accept this. They wondered, "Is there anyone in this world whose medical skills are so much better than Dr. Jamison's?" Moreover, Michael was just a young man in his twenties. Not only would Augustus and his son be unable to accept it, but even if it were spoken aloud, few at the conference would be able to handle it. "So, Dr. Jamison, can you cure this...