Chapter 993


    “Lalso have that detoxification pill I''ve been working on," Arabe handed over another small vial.


    Grandpa Beck''s eyes widened, "You''ve already developed an antidote so quickly?"


    Darn, his old age was really not serving him well!


    He had been researching for two days and hadn''te up with anything.


    He was being outdone by an eighteen-year-old girl!


    The old saying was right. The student outdone the master.


    His little girl''s all grown up!


    Arabe smirked, “That is just a prototype. Theb rats began to lose energy after taking it for two


    days."


    This suggested that the antidote couldn''t fully neutralize the poison in Carol''s system.


    “At least you''ve developed a prototype.” Grandpa Beck mused. He hadn''te up with anything.


    Seeing Arabe approaching, Grandpa Beck hastily clicked on theputer and deleted all his


    research from the past two days, then emptied the trash bin. He didn''t want Arabe to ridicule him.


    Seeing his actions, Arabe''s mouth curled into a smile again, "What do you say? Want to bet whether


    you can figure it out within a week?"


    "A week?"


    Normally, if Arabe said "a week", it would be an insult to his status as a renowned pharmacist. After


    all, he was a giant in the medical field. To many medical students, he was a legend.


    But now, he felt that Arabe''s "one week" was a bit pressing.


    For the sake of his ego, Grandpa Beck readily agreed, "One week it is! With both of us working


    together, is there any antidote we can''te up with?"


    “You''ll be the lead. Arabe replied, her phone began to vibrate. She looked down to see a file sent by


    one of her subordinates and began tomunicate with them.


    After a while, a foreign executive contacted her, so she made a voice call with them.


    Seeing she was really busy, Grandpa Beck couldn''t help but say, “Alright, alright, who would dare


    overwork you. I''ll take the lead, and you can assist.


    Oh, right, how''s your injury? Did the healing medicine I gave you work?"


    Arabe rolled her sleeve to show him, "Much better. Your medicine is quite effective. Make more of it,


    and we can sell it for a 30% profit."


    "This medicine was specially made for you, with your constant fighting. Wait a minute, I know my


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    medicine can be sold, but why 30%?"


    “Shouldn''t I get amission for helping sell it?"


    “You''re even making money off your own family?" Grandpa Beck felt Arabe was obsessed with


    medical research, even to the point of exploiting him for money. But he didn''t mind, and he was happy


    as long as she visited often. He wouldn''t mind even if she took all the profit.


    After all, he had spent $500 million to acquire the internationally renowned top-tier pharmaceutical


    research instrument H30 to lure her to Westerly College!


    There were only two in the world, one in the national research institute of M Country and the other in


    hisb.


    Arabe looked at the medical equipment in theb. With these instruments, the medicine research


    would definitely leap forward.


    Just then, someone knocked on the door, "President Barton, it''s me, Andrew"


    The voice of the student council president echoed from outside, filled with respect and courtesy for


    President Barton.


    "You mentioned earlier that today, our top student is supposed to lead the team in a prestigious school


    Since President Barton had personally appointed her to lead the team, Andrew thought it was


    necessary to inform him.


    In theb, Arabe turned to look at the evasive old man upon hearing this, "Didn''t I say in my


    WhatsApp message that I won''t be leading the team?"


    The old man had mentioned the leadership matter over the phone and hung up before Arabe could


    respond. Arabe had sent him a WhatsApp message, implying she was really busy and didn''t have


    time to attend such apetition.