Fabian turned around at this time, looked at him, his heart softened slightly, put 1 of the boxes of AB Replenishing tablets back in front of him, said lightly: "Although you are arrogant, but the child is innocent after all, this box of medicine will be left to you, use it or not as you wish, be good to yourself."
After saying these words, Fabian pulled the suitcase and left the restaurant in a big way.
At this time, Nicholas felt as if he had been humiliated.
Immediately when he was dazed, Fabian had already left the hotel.
He looked down at the box on the table, his heart was so angry that he raised his hand and threw the box of tablets into the garbage, as if in a cathartic rage: "What b_llshit Replenishing tablets, all f_cking sh_t! I've spent millions of dollars trying all kinds of cutting-edge technology to cure my son!"
"Even if the president had cancer, he would never get more treatment than my son! After all this effort, he can't be cured, how can he be cured by this kind of b_llshit medicine!"
At this point, the PR person who had been hiding in the back and didn't come out to disturb the 2 men hurriedly came out and asked him, "Mr. Nicholas, what happened? Mr. William is gone?"
Nicholas said angrily, "He's gone!"
The PR person asked awkwardly, "The meal is almost ready, or I'll serve yours 1st?"
"Serve my ass!" Nicholas cursed in annoyance: "I've been trying to tell you for a long time, your chef's cooking is 10 thousand times worse than sh_t!"
"If it wasn't for the money, I would have f_cking shoved all his cooking up his ass!"
The public relations officer instantly froze, never dreaming that Nicholas, who had always been a gentleman, would become furious like this.
But he also understood that he must be in a very bad mood, at this time he said nothing can touch his bad luck.
So he hurriedly smiled and said, "Mr. Nicholas please do not worry, next time we will definitely change the chef, then we invite a French Christabelin star chef from New York to personally serve you."
Nicholas shook his head and said coldly, "No need."
Speaking of this, his whole person disheveled and said with red eyes, "This is the last time I work with you, in the future, if there is such a thing, don't reach out for me again……"
At this moment, Nicholas, deep inside, already knew very well that his son's condition was hopeless.
Although he just told Fabian that he still hoped to give his son to continue with the $ 470 thousand worth of T-cell immunotherapy.
But he knew very well in his heart, that so-called cutting-edge technology, is far from being the nemesis of cancer.
Only for blood and lymphoma, it has a good therapeutic effect, but the effect on solid tumors is very general.
In front of patients with end-stage solid tumors, this kind of immunotherapy worth $470 thousand a time is just similar to a joke, and its effect is negligible.
To use a less appropriate analogy, it is similar, the wind can easily blow away a fart, but it is difficult to completely blow away a piece of sh_t.
In addition, he is now a family of 4, it is difficult to come up with $ 470 thousand, and then the next treatment.
To be continued...............
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