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    Marissa calmly said, “Mr. Alvarado, you frequently experience chest tightness and difficulty breathing. At night, you either struggle to fall asleep or, once asleep, find it hard to wake up. Upon awakening, you’re drenched in cold sweat, feeling weak and drained. Your physicians have told you that your organs are failing and you will die soon.”


    With a light chuckle, she asked, “Am I urate in my assessment, Mr. Alvarado?”


    Paul’s tone suddenly grew tense. “You can deduce all that just from my breathing?”


    “The title of international miracle doctor wasn’t given to me without reason.”


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    “Can you truly cure me?” Paul asked


    “Mr. Alvarado, you’ve resigned yourself to the prospect of death. Why not let me give it a try? Sess would allow you to maintain your dominance in this world. Failure would yield no different oue from your current expectations, correct?”


    “You present apelling argument,” Paul conceded softly. “You possess a sharp wit that can both irritate people and inspire hope.”


    Marissa and Connor exchanged smiles at the hint of acquiescence in Paul’s demeanor. However, Paul soon expressed another concern. “If I consent to your treatment, wouldn’t that expose my true identity to you?”


    Marissa scoffed. “Mr. Alvarado, your concern is rather amusing. It’s like a woman inbor at a hospital expecting the doctor to ensure her and her baby’s safety without examining the birth canal. Do you expect surgeons to operate blindfolded?”


    “You…” Paul gasped with frustration, then coughed several times. “You impertinent girl, why must you be so rude? Aren’t you a miracle worker? How can someone with such a title be so uncouth?”


    Marissa chuckled even more. “Indeed, I am the renowned miracle doctor Riss, yet I am also the formidable mercenary queen ck Snake. I can exhibit refinement when warranted and coarseness when circumstances demand it, depending on the individual I’m dealing with.”


    “So, you deem me unworthy of your refinement?” Paul’s voice trembled with anger


    “You’ve ensnared me with these annoying electronic handcuffs and seek my demise. It would be folly for me to extend refinement to you. If given the chance, I’d curse your ancestors until their coffins rupture!”


    “You… ugh!” Paul suddenly spat a mouthful of blood. An urgent voice of Elvis emanated from behind the screen. “Mr. Alvarado! Mr. Alvarado!”


    The armed men in the room aimed their guns at Marissa, awaiting Paul’smand to shoot. But she remainedposed, even smiling slightly. Connor, initially tense, rxed as he realized Marissa likely had a n. Behind the screen, Paul coughed violently before subsiding


    Marissa, unperturbed, asked, “Feeling better now, Mr. Alvarado?”


    After a brief pause, Paul asked uncertainly, “Were you intentionally trying to provoke me just now?”


    Marissa exined, “Mr. Alvarado, you live toofortably. Everyone always agrees with you, even when you’re wrong. You need someone like me to challenge you and help you release some of your toxic blood.”


    “Toxic blood?” Paul asked in confusion. “Do you mean I was poisoned?”


    “Not in the way you imagine. It’s a medical issue, too intricate to exin right now. Just understand that causing you to expel that blood could extend your life by six months.”


    “You’re quite an arrogant girl!” Paul sneered


    “I’m arrogant because I have the expertise!” Marissa asserted. “You have the option to allow me to administer treatment, potentially extending your life, or throw me into the sea, leading to your demise from the illness. The decision lies with you!”


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