Chapter 2497: Chinese Medicine? More Like a Fraud

Nathalie Quinlan just walked out of the club door, and turned around to receive a message from Valencia Jett.

——[Nathalie, Mr. Lordon is counting on you!]

She raised her hand to put the phone back in her pocket and stepped towards the roadside to conveniently hail a taxi.

After getting in the car.

The girl pulled down the brim of the Duckbill Cap with her cold white hand, revealing an exquisite chin, and said to the driver in fluent Medirian language: "To the Pharmaceutical Association, please."

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On the other side, Valencia Jett had already gotten in touch with the royal family of Medirian, recommending Nathalie Quinlan to the royals in the name of a doctor.

The royal family had just received the message.

"Maybelissa found an eminent doctor for the patriarch? What kind of doctor?" King Joseph was a bit baffled upon hearing this news.

The people below answered cautiously: "A practitioner of Chinese Medicine."

"That Ms. Jett didn’t reveal much information, only mentioned that this practitioner of Chinese Medicine has quite a reputation in the Black Market as a legendary doctor."

In Medirian, which is a Western nation, they naturally have more faith in Western medical practices.

So upon hearing that the person was involved in Chinese Medicine, the king clearly lost interest and waved his hand.

He hadn’t spoken yet.

A brash female voice rang from outside: "What kind of Chinese Medicine is this, I think it’s a scam! What can Chinese Medicine do, it’s all about eating bugs, eating roots. If that can heal illnesses, then I can heal too!"

The person known by Valencia visibly became more wary when they saw the girl stride in from outside, indicating he recognized her.

And immediately lowered his head: "Hello, Ms. Isadora."

Melda Isadora paid him no mind, directly walking up to the king, and in a girlish manner, linked her arm through the king’s and cheerfully exclaimed: "Uncle, you haven’t visited me in a while."

The contours of the King of Medirian softened, patting her arm, telling her not to make a fuss: "Mr. Isadora hasn’t come back yet?"

The interconnected interests of the Hidden Family ran deep.

The Isadora Family had intricate connections with the Medirian royal family, and had some familial ties with the Quarles Family.

Melda Isadora released her grip, muttering: "He’s still in Inderia, but he should be back soon, right? I didn’t ask him..."

"I see." The King of Medirian rubbed his temples, looking serious: "It’d be good if Mr. Isadora were here."

This matter involves the patriarch’s health; he also wanted to consult with Regina Isadora.

Melda Isadora noticed the man still standing in the living room without leaving, her eyes shifting, and she sarcastically curled her lips, coldly saying: "You all dare to invite a fraud over for the patriarch, I think your whole family is tired of living!"

The man was immediately frightened with sweat pouring down like rain, shoulders trembling, cautiously speaking: "That legendary doctor is not a fraud..."

"Alright." Melda Isadora didn’t even give him a chance to finish.

She turned to King John and mentioned: "Uncle, I’ve been doing some investigation recently about that miraculous pill on the Black Market, maybe this pill can cure the patriarch’s insomnia. Didn’t we get two pills before, the patriarch has taken many..."

King John knew immediately what she referred to upon hearing this, with a furrowed brow: "But isn’t that medicine gone?"

He knew about these miraculous pills.

Every month the Black Market used to hold an auction for it, three pills each month. Though the quantity was limited, at least it was available for purchase.

In the last six months or more, the small pills seemed to have disappeared.

The sellers on the Black Market were also no longer selling these small pills.

At that time, they also received a gift from a family by sheer coincidence.