Dr. Wallace was the chief physician of Healthstone Hospital and an authoritative expert. Even on a global scale, he had a modest amount of reputation, but right now a brat was looking down on him.

“I’m not qualified to know that yet? What audacity. Brat, which foreign medical school did you graduate from? Who was the medical professor you studied under?”

Dr. Wallace frequently participated in academic exchanges, and he was somewhat familiar with all of the medical professors who had some standing internationally.

He looked at James with disdain and said, “Can’t say it, can you? You must have graduated from some lousy medical school, huh?”

James slightly furrowed his brows.

Zigmund was also concerned that James would erupt in rage. “Dr. Wallace, just let him take a look,” he said.

“Take a look? If something goes wrong, who will bear the consequences? You?” Dr. Wallace scolded loudly.

“I’ll take care of it,” said James.

“Who do you think you are? You’ll take care of it? How wou