Time slipped by, like sand in an hourglass, flowing irreversibly onward before anyone knew it.
Youcheng County Hospital, clinical trial area.
Carlton was a little nervous.
His personal doctor was drawing his blood.
After donating 10% of his assets, all they had him do was drink tea every day.
He had been drinking it for some time now.
Each time he finished a cup, he could feel an incredibly comfortable sensation.
The pain that had constantly plagued his late-stage cancer and forced him to rely on painkillers had also subsided.
But for this first round of tests, he still trusted his personal doctor, not the doctors from this Eastern Country.
Nearby, the doctor who had originally been responsible for drawing blood stood quietly, looking rather disdainful.
This foreign tycoon was worried they might tamper with the results.
As if they would do that.
He was judging gentlemen by the standards of a petty man.
But the man had requested it, and Carlton had donated over six billion dollars. Who would care about such a request?
After Carlton's personal doctor finished drawing his blood, he turned to the other doctor and said, "Sir, please take me to the testing equipment. I want to run Carlton's tests myself."
"Go ahead." The doctor wasn't pleased, but at least he still had professional integrity.
Carlton's personal doctor followed him out of the room and went to the testing area, where he began carrying out the tests himself.
The doctors and nurses there were rather curious about this foreign doctor.
And they had to admit, this foreign doctor was very skilled to have become the personal physician of a tycoon of that caliber.
At least when it came to operating the testing equipment, he was even better than the doctors there.
After the blood tests,