Chapter 1077


    Has this guy lost his mind?


    Immediately after that, Murray sent her a message.


    [This $3 million is a small token of apology for not being able to deliver Nightshade to you today as I


    promised.


    Please ept it.]


    Arabe was taken aback. Was this really happening?


    [I''ll keep looking for Nightshade. Hold on to this $3 million for now and consider it as my apology. You


    don''t have to pay me back. What I give to you is yours.]


    Arabe was speechless. She tried to transfer the money back to him but was blocked by him.


    [Don''t try to transfer it back. You must ept it.]


    Only by epting it, there could be possibilities for future coboration. That was what Murray thought.


    Arabe was at a loss for words, fine, since it was his "apology" to her, she''d ept it.


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    It was free money after all, why not?


    After a while, she finished reading thest few pages of the medical records, then sent a message to


    Mark, saying he could pick her up earlier.


    Mark was having breakfast, when he received the message, he stood up excitedly, left his breakfast


    unfinished and drove out.


    At the hotel entrance, Mark craned his neck looking for Arabe, when he saw hering out, he


    shouted excitedly, "Professor!"


    He hurried over, wanting to help Arabe with her luggage.


    "No need, I can carry it myself"


    “Professor, don''t be a stranger, let me handle this minor task." Mark insisted on carrying her luggage


    and even respectfully opened the car door for her.


    Arabe got in the car. Mark happily returned to the driver''s seat, nced at the rearview mirror and


    said, "Honestly, I never thought you''d be around and took the time toe here, I''m really grateful."


    "I''ve reviewed the patient''s medical records. Multiple drug therapies are needed. It''s not a big issue"


    "Do you think there''s a chance of recovery?" Mark couldn''t help asking, emboldened, "What are the


    chances ording to you, Professor?"


    “About ny percent.” Arabe didn''t want to sound too sure, but she was actually fully confident.


    Mark was overjoyed, as always, no matter howplex the disease was, the professor always had a


    solution.


    The professor was really amazing!


    “Professor..."


    Before Mark could finish his sentence, Arabe corrected him, “Just call me Arabe, I don''t deserve


    the title of professor."


    After all, she was younger than Mark.


    Mark knew, calling her "professor" was his wishful thinking.


    Years ago, in a highlyplicated surgery, Mark was lucky enough to witness Arabe''s medical


    prowess. Her surgical skills revived a life, leaving him deeply impressed.


    Since then, he shamelessly started calling Arabe "professor". Considering his eagerness to learn,


    Arabe did give him some guidance from time to time.


    But she never expressed the intent of epting him as a student.