The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 88

Matthew looked at Jeffrey as if he was insane. How could he make money from rubbish that couldn't actually treat patients? That was as good as murder-but Jeffrey seemed to be flaunting it. This was such a pointless endeavor. To think Rachel was even considering working with Jeffrey.

Matthew ignored Jeffrey's sarcasm and turned to Rachel. "This product won't go anywhere. I'd advise against investing in it."

Rachel knitted her brows together. She respected Matthew's medical skills, but she felt he was clueless about running a business.

Some blood pressure medications out there were top sellers, and the business behind them made a fortune.

If the new drug outperformed the existing competitors in the market, it would make a significant amount of money.

The Carter family was in desperate need of a cash cow. Rachel had to make money to get their support.

After choosing her words carefully, Rachel said, "I still don't know much about this drug, Matthew. I'd like to know more about it."

A hint of disappointment flashed in Matthew's eyes. Even though Rachel was subtle about it, she had rejected his suggestion in the end.

the underlying meaning behind Rachel's

Stop making ridiculous comments." Matthew noticed that Jeffrey was flattering Rachel while putting him down. He coldly said, "You know nothing about medicine. A drug that doesn't treat anything isn't medicine. Yet you still expect to earn billions from it? You've gone mad." Jeffrey mocked, "Do you really think being good at medicine makes you rich? It only makes you a doctor. You have no idea how the

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Seemingly in a battle with his own thoughts, Jeffrey's mouth twitched, and he hesitated to

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