Chapter 290

"Mr. Caitford, could you also treat diabetes while you're at it?" Alfred looked at Perseus with a seemingly innocent expression, though he had his own intentions. He wanted to test Perseus' abilities and didn't want to bow senselessly. Donald feigned anger, saying, "Drunkard Doctor, aren't you being a bit too greedy? You bowed three times but wanted to be treated for two diseases. Isn't that a bit much?" Upon hearing this, Alfred moved his chair aside, knelt down again, and gave three more bows. Then, he looked at Perseus with a smile as if to convey that he understood the rules. Kneeling and bowing were not a problem for him. Donald kept a stern face but was at a loss for words. Weren't the Ebreans supposed to be proud of themselves and look down on Xancentians? Alfred was completely different as he bowed repeatedly without hesitation. He seemed to be excessively down to earth. "Mr. Caitford…" "You're a doctor, so you should know that diabetes isn't curable." Perseus nar