Chapter 963

Zephyr, who was sitting next to Carson, stood up and said, "I'm a doctor working at the community clinic in the local health center, so my income is generally lower. I make around 20 thousand dollars a month."

Francis widened his eyes and looked at Carson in surprise, saying, "Wow, I didn't know you could earn that much by just treating a common cold, fever, and some other simple illnesses at the community clinic."

By the side, a doctor wearing a pair of gold-framed glasses stood up and said, "Is 20 thousand dollars a lot? I own a modern medicine clinic, and I make 40 thousand dollars a month!"

Then, a young man with a thin face stood up and said, "I work at the city hospital, and I earn 50 thousand dollars a month!"

Next, a plump doctor stood up and said, "I'm a chief doctor, so I make 70 thousand dollars a month."

Following, a doctor in his mid-40s stood up and said, "I'm a professor, so I make 90 thousand dollars a month."

Lastly, a very senior doctor with white hair stood up and said, "I make 200 thousand dollars a month..."

Once they finished reporting their monthly income, Francis wore a smug expression and jeered, "See this? Your income barely comes close to any of the doctors here, and you earn so little that it's pitiable!

"Since your income is linked directly to the status of traditional medicine, we can all see that traditional medicine barely works in terms of its medical skills. It's pathetic!"

Carson's face flushed red from anger. Sure, he'd faced a lot of taunts and insults in the past. But he had never cared once about it because he had deep faith in traditional medicine.

However, the faith he had cared so much about was belittled by someone else, and he couldn't help but retort as he stared straight at Francis grimly, "I don't care if you insult me because of my medical skills, but you cannot insult the medical skills founded by traditional medicine.

"I'm not the only traditional medicine practitioner, and there are sure to be other doctors who have better medical skills than me. I believe that their income is much higher than mine too!"

Francis then scoffed and said, "Just how many people are there in the traditional medicine industry? I'm not trying to look down on you,

okay? But ev you combine each and every traditional medicine practitioner's income in the entirety of Lambda City, you wouldn't come close to my income per month!"

Carson was teeming with rage. "You... You're going overboard with that! Just how much do you earn a month? I don't believe we won't be able to surpass you with all our income combined!"

At that, Francis displayed a smug satisfaction. I make 350 thousand dollars a month! I'll say this today, so you better listen closely. If all of the traditional medicine practitioners. monthly income can surpass mine combined, I'll eat dirt on the spot!"

Carson's face flushed red with anger. He wanted nothing more than to defeat Francis by making him state his income and restore the dignity of traditional medicine.

However, there was no way he could contact each and every traditional medicine practitioner in Lambda City. It was even more impossible for him to find out their monthly income and the total of everyone's monthly income combined.

When Francis saw that Carson

wasn't replying, he sneered, "C'mon, say something. I'll say it again, alright? If the monthly income of all traditional medicine practitioners

combined is higher than my orentaly

income alone, then I'll eat dirt on the spot!

"Didn't you say that traditional medicine will make a comeback? Well, come up with the numbers, then. I'll be waiting to lose out here! If you can't do it, then you've gotta admit that the medical skills founded by traditional medicine are shit!"

Carson was fuming, but he couldn't report the total amount of all the traditional medicine practitioners' monthly income in Lambda City. He really couldn't.

Just as anxiety seeped through his heart, there came a voice sounding from the entrance. "Mr. Pittman, do you know where the garden is?"

Unexpectedly, someone had asked Francis where the garden was, and Francis replied impatiently, "Go ask the waiter if you're looking for the garden!"

Matthew then said coldly, "I just wanna know if you know where it is."

Francis frowned. "I obviously do. Why are you asking, though?"

At that, Matthew bit out icily, "Because I was afraid you'd get lost finding the place

you would be eating dirt at. Well, since you know where it is, you can proceed to eat dirt this instant!"