Alien Descends

Medical Center.

VIP ward.

"Here!"

The chairman of the board publicly dropped his pants and said to everyone, "Whoever can cure this gets my vote!"

As his pants came down, the initial sneers and mockery vanished as well. Their expressions had turned anxious and hopeful.

The chairman of the board of New York Medical Center was undeniably a big shot.

But no matter how important he was, faced with this situation, he had become an ordinary man again.

Because in this situation, neither his money nor his power was worth a damn. He could only watch the doctors' faces and pray that they could save him.

"Also, those aren't grapefruits..."

Chairman of the board Larry braced himself against the cabinet. After adding that, he turned his face away, unwilling to let anyone see his expression.

They were all doctors, so there was nothing to be embarrassed about. They stared intently at the strange condition without stopping.

"Looks like I can't be of any help to you."

Dr. Montgomery seemed to think of something and tossed out a sarcastic remark before turning to leave.

This looked a lot like the bizarre diseases caused by a scumbag sleeping around.

And given chairman of the board Larry's status, that was hardly surprising if he wanted it.

"It's not what you think..."

Chairman of the board Larry immediately turned back. The hand supporting his waist rose toward Dr. Montgomery in a pleading gesture, but when the words reached his lips, he could not say them.

Because his female secretary stood nearby, looking at him with love and concern in her eyes.

"You don't need to explain yourself to me."

At the door, Dr. Montgomery wore the same speechless, choked-up expression that had left a certain bald man from a romance film utterly defeated. With