Mordo Is Severely Injured, Quickly Go Invite Patriarch Richard!

"...I will send you to Columbia University for further studies for a few years. Once you finish your studies and return, you will be in charge of this medical laboratory."

Simmons's spirits lifted, and surprise appeared on his face: "Columbia University?"

"Uh, not as a regular student enrolled in Columbia University's student registry, but qualifying as an auditor will not be a problem."

"Thank you, sir!" Simmons bowed deeply toward Richard and said with incomparable firmness: "From now on, my life is sold to you!"

Richard:...

What should he do if his subordinate was too loyal and he suddenly felt a bit of pressure~

After placating the immensely excited Simmons, Richard left first. He did not take this money away, but temporarily placed it here for now.

It was simply because Greenpoint Apartments were too small and not suitable for storing so much money, and other places were not as secure as a secret vault.

After finding the medical laboratory he wanted to acquire, he would come back to get the money.

Returning to the apartment.

Richard took out his phone and dialed a number saved with the contact name "Carl Frank".

"Hello, Attorney Frank."

"Doctor Richard? Long time no see, how have you been recently?" The voice of a mature middle-aged man came through the phone.

Richard exchanged pleasantries, saying: "Not bad, I went to Nepal to relax a few days ago. How have you been lately, how is the nerve recovery in your right hand?"

"It is much better already. Now I can pick up a knife and fork to skillfully cut steak." Attorney Frank's attitude was very enthusiastic. "As for you, I really envy you for being able to go on vacation, unlike me, dealing with all kinds of lawsuits every day and unable to find a single moment of leisure."

Listening to Attorney Frank's grievances, Richard curled his lip; he certainly did not believe this old fox's words.

He joked, saying: "As a top lawyer in New York, you would actually envy a poor doctor like me who is currently unemployed."

"Speaking of which, Doctor Richard, do you have any thoughts of filing a lawsuit against Presbyterian Hospital?"

Richard:...

Fine, this old fellow truly lived up to being a top-tier attorney; he was well-versed in the logic of leaving traces when the wind blows and plucking a goose as it flies.

Richard cut straight to the point, saying: "No need, Attorney Frank. I have an acquisition commission here; do you have time to handle it?"

Carl asked: "An acquisition commission? Which aspect is it for?"

Richard said: "I want to acquire a small medical laboratory."

"A small medical laboratory?" Attorney Frank's voice was very surprised: "You are not going to be a doctor anymore in the future?"

"Not be a doctor?" Richard paused slightly. Although he had never said such words as not being a doctor, ever since becoming a sorcerer and gaining the ability to travel through parallel worlds, he truly had not considered continuing to be a doctor anymore.

"I suppose so. In the future, I might perhaps concentrate on researching and developing new medical technologies."

"What a pity. Presbyterian Hospital's foolish move caused America—oh no, caused the entire world—to lose a top surgical expert." The tone in Attorney Frank's words carried a faint trace of displeasure.

The loss of a top surgical expert in the world meant that these rich and powerful people had one less share of secure medical protection!

Damned, foolish Presbyterian Hospital!

"Then, Doctor Richard, what is your budget?"

"Thirty million US dollars."

"Alright. Do you have any requirements for a small medical laboratory? For example, equipment, personnel, and so on."

Richard inexplicably thought of the Battle of New York a few years later, and quickly said: "Not in New York!"

Hearing this, Attorney Frank thought that Richard was still harboring resentment over being dismissed.

Thus, he advised him once again: "You might as well seriously consider what I said earlier. I can make every effort to help you strive for sufficiently high compensation."

Richard wore an expression of mixed amusement and exasperation, feeling that this top attorney's passion for fighting lawsuits was even more fierce than his own research and development of surgical techniques.

With a firm tone, he refused once more: "No need, Attorney Frank. You should just help me find a suitable medical laboratory as soon as possible!"

"Alright, what a pity..."

He hung up Attorney Frank's call. Richard then dialed another number saved with the contact name "Jennings Phillips".

"Hi, Professor Phillips, how have you been recently?"

"Richard?" A rather aged voice came from the other end of the phone.

Hearing the familiar voice, Richard could not help but wear a sincere smile on his face: "It's me, Professor. I'm sorry for not visiting you for so long."

"My health is great; I don't need a little fellow like you fretting over me." Professor Phillips's voice was very loud and full of vigor.

"On the contrary, I heard you were dismissed by Presbyterian Hospital?!"

"How dare that rotten hospital do such a thing?!"

"This is an insult to you, and an insult to Columbia University!"

"From now on, absolutely not a single medical student graduating from Columbia University will submit a resume to New York Presbyterian Hospital!"

"That's right, what on earth did they fire you for?"

A warmth bloomed in Richard's heart; this hot-tempered old codger was still as fiercely protective of his own as ever.

However, why did everyone have to ask this question once? Although he did not mind it much, it was ultimately a very embarrassing matter.

"Uh, Professor, this matter cannot be explained clearly in one or two sentences..."

Professor Phillips unyieldingly interrupted: "Then explain it clearly in three or four sentences!"

"...Alright," Richard compromised.

When he was studying at Columbia University Vagelos College of Physicians and Surgeons, he had spent a full four years under Professor Phillips's command.

He knew Professor Phillips's stubborn temper very well; if you did not explain clearly, this old codger really would not let up!

"Nominally, it was because I brought adverse influence to the hospital, but in reality, it was the same old routine: they wanted to slip a noose around my neck and turn me into their private resource and private doctor."

"A bunch of idiots!" Professor Phillips cursed angrily, "These rich fellows are always so selfish and shameless!"

"Richard, don't you worry, I will contact other schools..."

Richard hurriedly interrupted Professor Phillips's words: "Please don't, Professor! Actually, being fired by Presbyterian Hospital happened to fulfill my wish!"

Upon hearing this, Professor Phillips instantly grew interested: "Oh? Listening to what you mean, do you have other ideas?"

Richard did not conceal it either: "I have some new ideas regarding directional stem cell migration and visual central nervous system compensation, so I want to acquire a small medical laboratory. I have already entrusted a lawyer to help look for one."

"Directional stem cell migration? Visual central nervous system compensation? Interesting~" Professor Phillips muttered to himself: "Fine! Fine! Then what business do you have calling me this time?"

Richard felt ashamed; this old codger had finally swung back around.

"Professor, I want to ask for a Columbia University Business School auditor slot..."

Successfully obtaining the business school auditor slot from Professor Phillips, Richard immediately notified Simmons, instructing him to report punctually in three days.

Not to mention how Simmons expressed his gratitude.

When noon arrived, Richard came back from buying groceries at the supermarket and was preparing lunch in the kitchen.

A portal opened, and Sorcerer Mordo tumbled out from inside, covered in wounds.

"Sorcerer Richard, the New York Sanctum has been attacked..."