"Hold on."

"What now?" Dakota halted and spun around, impatient.

"You haven't paid yet. This medicine is precious. You can just pay me ten million," Dustin casually told her.

"What? A bottle like this costs ten million dollars? You might as well rob a bank!" Dakota fumed.

"This is obviously easier than robbing a bank. You can always give it back if you find it too expensive." Dustin reached out to grab the bottle back.

"You're shameless!" Dakota gritted her teeth and wrote up a ten-million-dollar check before leaving angrily. She'd made up her mind to make Dustin pay after her mother recovered.

After half an hour, she reached the hospital. As soon as she returned to the ward, she saw a group of doctors gathered there, shaking their heads and sighing. Her mother, Jane, was lying on the hospital bed, unable to move.

"You're back, Dakota!" Florence rushed forward and asked, "How did it go? Does he have the solution? If there's no other method, we'll have to seek out Dr. Cro