Chapter 291

What were a few bows compared to making money? Without hesitation, Alfred pulled his chair aside and bowed to Perseus three more times. He gave a deeper bow this time, causing a massive bump on his forehead. "Mr. Caitford, how do you plan to treat my diabetes?" Alfred stood up again, grinning and looking expectantly at Perseus. "It's easy. Just cut off both your legs." Perseus said calmly, "To treat diabetic foot ulcers, you need to amputate your legs. That way, diabetes won't be a threat to you anymore." Upon hearing this, the smile on Alfred's face froze. He realized Perseus was deliberately mocking him. He had wanted to cure his diabetes to keep his legs. Instead of cutting off his legs, he would prefer sticking with the insulin injections. "Damn it. He fooled me!" Alfred thought to himself. Donald chimed in, "Exactly, I agree with Perseus." Although he didn't know much about diabetic foot ulcers, Donald was familiar with amputation after having heard it mentioned repe