The Understated Dragon Lord

Chapter 974 Not One Cent

"What if my stomach still hurts after these two treatments?" Aaron asked, anxiety creeping into his voice.

"If your stomach still hurts after two treatments, I won't charge you a single cent for any additional treatments!" Damian replied confidently.

Hearing this made Aaron feel a bit more at ease. He nodded and said, "Alright, then I'll send you another $1.5 million."

As soon as Aaron agreed, Damian displayed his electronic payment details. With tears in his eyes, Aaron pulled out his phone to transfer the money, feeling like his heart was breaking with every tap.

By the time he finished, he had paid Damian a total of $3.5 million. That was a staggering amount!

For an average person in Washington, D.C., making just over $1,000 a month, $3.5 million was equivalent to nearly thirty years of salary! Despite this hefty sum, he still wasn't sure if it would actually cure his stomach pain. What if he spent all that money and didn't see any results? That would be a disaster.NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

Once the money was sent, Aaron noticed Damian wasn't making any move to treat him. Panic set in.

"Damian, I've sent the money. When are you going to treat me? My stomach keeps getting worse! I can't take the thought of these parasites in my belly any longer! If you don't hurry up and get rid of them, your reputation as one of D.C.'s top doctors will be on the line!"

Damian didn't seem rushed. After all, he wasn't the one suffering-Aaron was.

He calmly adjusted his goatee and

said with a smile, "Aaron, don't rush. The treatment I just gave you did

significant damage to those parasites inside you. We need

to

give it a little time before moving on to the next treatment; it'll be more effective that way."

Damian was saying this because he didn't want to reveal that he was still figuring out what was going on with Aaron. He was stalling for time, hoping to uncover the root of

Aaron's pain by reading his

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expressions.

He watched Aaron's face shift from pale to dark, then blue and purple, shifting through colors like a chameleon. This confused him even more.

At that moment, Aaron felt an unbearable wave of pain. Clutching his stomach, he curled up in a way that slightly eased his discomfort "Damian, please, treat me! If you don't do something fast, I might just die from this pain!"

“Hang on, Aaron! I'll give you treatment right now," Damian said.

He picked up his golden needle again and injected it into Aaron's body, hoping to provide some pain relief.

Sure enough, after the needle went in, Aaron felt a noticeable decrease in the pain. For a brief moment, he could breathe easy.

But just as he began to relax, the pain shot back even stronger.

"Ah... oh no..." Aaron cried out in agony, his voice echoing through the room as he shuddered in discomfort.

After his scream subsided, he looked at Damian, clutching his stomach. "Damian, what's going on? Your treatment didn't help at all; it made my stomach hurt even more!"