Chapter 371 Can I Do It Then
Jennifer looked at Donald with widened eyes, and then she got excited.
If Donald knows Logan, does that mean his sickness can be cured?
Beatrice was also excited. The look in her eyes as she gazed at Donald became soft.
However, James looked at Donald with narrowed eyes. There was a hint of shock in his expression.
He really did it! With just a phone call, Logan came!
“Mr. Logan!” James could not help but shout.
“Don’t call me Mr. Logan!” Logan yelled.
Orderly footsteps could be heard approaching them. Everyone turned to look and was flabbergasted once more.
It was another team of specialists.
It was Gianna and her team of experts who had made an outstanding contribution to AIDS prevention technology three years ago. Their medical skills were comparable to Jordan and his team of specialists.
There were also eighteen members on their team, and everyone on the team was the best medical expert.
Gianna was an older lady in her seventies. The moment she appeared, she walked toward Donald and said, “Greetings, Mr. Campbell.”
At this point, everyone present did not know what to feel.
However, that was not the end as a third team of specialists appeared.
This was a group of specialists with significant research results in the field of cerebrovascular studies. The team consisted of twenty people. They, too, walked toward Donald and greeted him with respect.
Meanwhile, Donald stood there in silence.
The Stern family, James, Jennifer, Kevin, and Linda, were astounded.
Needless to say, tears of excitement could be seen in Beatrice’s eyes when she saw all the specialists.
These three teams of specialists were usually doing international exchange programs. However, today, they appeared together to examine Ysabel. This was indeed a formidable treatment.
If the appearance of the three teams of specialists caused an uproar, then the next group of people would cause havoc.
The leader was an older man with gray hair, wearing a green jacket. He looked divine, and behind him, dozens of personnel exuded the same aura.
It was the Traditional Medicine Association!
The twenty-something people behind the older man were all medical leaders who had made significant contributions to traditional medicine.
“Please forgive us for coming late, Mr. Campbell.”
“Mr. Campbell, it’s been a while since we last met.”
“How are you, Mr. Campbell?”
Usually, these people could only be seen on the news. However, all of them appeared in front of the crowd today.
Furthermore, this group of people, who were cold and distant, were all taking the initiative to greet Donald.
This sort of approach and influence that Donald had was unheard of.
James was nothing compared to all these people.
Calvin Efron, the chief of the medical board, became pale when he saw them. He thought about it and shouted, “What are the people from the Traditional Medicine Association doing here? Do any of you have a medical license?”
Everyone was aware that traditional medicine practitioners did not own a medical license.
As soon as he said that, Donald turned to look at Calvin.
The director from Marshmaw Hospital, Seth, added, “The Traditional Medicine Association is made up of a bunch of frauds!”
“How dare you come to the ICU without a medical license? I’m going to arrest all of you!” another higher-up remarked.
Since they had fallen out, they decided there was no need to hold back.
The main priority for them was to save James.
Donald smiled faintly, and there was a coldness in his smile.
With that, he slowly said, “I’ve been very patient with all of you.” He then took out his phone and continued saying, “Come here and take action on these people!”
“Well then, I’d like to know who in Pollerton has the guts to take action on us.”
“That’s right. Not even Neil Yund could do such a thing!”
“Can I do it then?” A deep voice rang out, and everyone subconsciously turned their heads.
A tall middle-aged man had appeared.
The moment he approached them, Seth was under tremendous pressure.
The man was none other than Joshua.
When Neil was out of Pollerton, Joshua would be the one to call the shots.
