Chapter 6 We Have Done Our Best

• 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?”
• Patrick chimed in, “Yes, Dr. Griffin, you are a specialist in neurology. You must think of something. The cost doesn't matter to the Zimmerman family as long as you can cure my daughter.”
• Joel shook his head and said, “I'm truly sorry. While it's true that I'm a specialist, it doesn't mean I can cure every disease. Ms. Zimmerman's illness is so peculiar. I have never encountered such a case in my many years of practice.”
• Patrick and Jennifer wore expressions of disappointment. Deep down, neither of them wanted to accept this outcome.
• At that moment, a voice rang out from the side. “Do you genuinely consider yourself a specialist? Is this the extent of your knowledge after years of practice? To inform the patient's family that you're helpless?”
• The one speaking was, of course, Finnegan. He was indeed dissatisfied with Joel's actions. Just a short while ago, he was bragging excessively, condescending to everyone, exuding an aura as if he were some sort of miracle doctor. Yet, ultimately, he was left devoid of any solutions, informing others that he had exerted his utmost effort.
• “Kid, what nonsense are you talking about?” Joel, as a neurologist from Lusterg, was accustomed to flattery wherever he went. Never before had he been reprimanded in such a manner. “Doctors are not gods. They can't cure every disease. The patient's condition is unprecedented. It's not that I am incompetent, but that no one can cure her.”
• Finnegan sneered, “Are you sure? Do you speak for all the doctors in the world?”
• Joel exclaimed, “I am the leading figure in the realm of neuroscience! I am the specialist! I can assert with certainty that Ms. Zimmerman's condition is beyond the scope of any known cure.”
• “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.”