The girl was wearing a large sterile gown, and upon hearing the words, she silently took off her gloves and threw them into a nearby dical waste bin.
Her raven-black eyelashes slightly drooped, and all around her gathered a restrained aura.
Everyone’s line of sight fell on her and could no longer move away.
The third aunt finally reacted, speaking in a panic: "Yeah, aren’t you the miracle doctor? They have no solution, but do you? You should have a way!"
Was being called a miracle doctor in vain!
That was what she originally wanted to say.
Before she could voice it, a sharp line of sight grazed over, cutting her words short, and her old face turned red with embarrassnt.
Nathalie Quinlan withdrew her gaze, slowly took off the sterile gown she was wearing, and tossed it into the trash bin before saying in a hoarse voice: "Your grandfather’s condition is similar to what Dr. Olsen said, he needs a specific targeted drug. That drug isn’t available on the market..."
Hearing even her say this, Evron Barness beca desperate for the first ti: "Is there really no other way to save my grandfather..."
Nathalie’s dark eyes glanced at him, reflecting a gleam of light: "There is."
Her words lifted everyone’s spirits.
"There is?" Evron Barness was a bit dazed, for a mont doubting his ears.
The other mbers of the Yapiter Family were both crying and laughing, not knowing whether to cry or laugh, each intensely watching the girl.
Owen Yapiter’s attending expert was taken aback as well, turning his head to look at Nathalie Quinlan, hesitating: "Ms. Quinlan, that drug..."
Immunological diseases are very complex; otherwise, the dical community wouldn’t have spent hundreds of years and yet not co up with good results.
All the researchers have co up with now are targeted drugs.
Like if you have a certain type of immune disease, they develop a specific drug for that immune disease, which is why these drugs are called targeted drugs.
However, there are still many immune diseases in the world that the dical community has yet to overco, such as lupus.
Owen Yapiter’s luck was both bad and good this ti. Bad luck because there was a problem with his immune system, but good because his hemolytic immunological disease has a targeted drug.
Yet Owen Yapiter’s bad luck was that this targeted drug hasn’t been officially released, only so top experts have published academic papers in so authoritative dical journals.
The drug is still under research.
A drug from research to market, then to promotion takes ti.
A very, very long ti.
Given Owen Yapiter’s age, and with this aggressive disease, he certainly cannot wait until CD-3 is promoted dostically.
"I can get that drug." Nathalie Quinlan put on her duckbill cap, her skin fair and porcelain white under the light, making her stand out even more.
What was more captivating than her appearance at the mont was what she said, as everyone’s hope was pinned on her.
Even several experts were drawn by her words.
The attending expert was stunned for a second, then reacted to what Nathalie Quinlan said, unable to help reminding: "Ms. Quinlan, that drug isn’t out yet, where will you find it... this drug is probably only available in the laboratory."
"There’s another place that has it." Nathalie Quinlan adjusted her duckbill cap, turning the brim to the back of her head, her cool deanor dropping, her calm eyes narrowing slightly as she said to them: "The Pharmaceutical Association has this drug."
"You said the Pharmaceutical Association...?"
Several experts gasped, looking as if they had seen a ghost.
They, of course, had heard of the Pharmaceutical Association.
But it’s not a place where anyone can just go.
Was Nathalie Quinlan implying that she intended to go to the Pharmaceutical Association to get the dicine?
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