Dr. Williams felt like he was being held over a fire.
If he refused in front of everyone, he would look guilty or afraid of a Nurse's challenge.
To maintain his authority as an expert, he simply could not refuse.
"Fine, I'll let you give up. Sarah Mason, if this is some charlatan's trick, I will personally sign your termination letter."
Dr. Williams snorted coldly, scooped out a dollop of the snow-white cream, and crudely applied it to the red, swollen eczema on his index finger joint.
A cold sneer played on his lips, and he had even begun to mentally draft how to write the complaint report later.
Time began to tick away, minute by minute.
The first minute.
Dr. Williams, who had his arms crossed over his chest, suddenly lowered them.
His brow relaxed slightly, and a flash of confusion crossed his eyes.
That piercing itch that had accompanied him for years, like countless ants crawling in the cracks of his bones—had it really disappeared?
It wasn't the numbness brought by an anesthetic, but a sense of comfort like a clear spring soaking into parched earth.
The fifth minute.
Dr. Williams, who had been waiting to see a joke, was now holding up his hand, observing it repeatedly under the overhead fluorescent light.
The contempt on his face had completely vanished, replaced only by unbelievable shock.
Because that patch, which was originally bright red and angry with edges turning purple from congestion, was actually fading in color right before his eyes.
The tight, painful sensation that felt like it could crack at any moment was gone, and the skin, once rough as tree bark, was becoming soft and moisturized.
The surrounding Nurses also crowded in, letting out low gasps of surprise.
"Oh my god, look at the swelling; it's really going down."
"Even the scales are gone."
The tenth minute.
Dr. Williams fell into a complete silence.
As a professional dermatologist, he knew better than anyone present what this meant.
This simply defied the common sense of dermatopathology.
Vaseline can only moisturize, steroids take hours to work and come with side effects, and antibiotic ointments only kill bacteria.
No known medication could achieve this level of reversal within ten minutes.
This was no longer skincare; it was remodeling at the cellular level—it was regeneration.
This was practically a Nobel Prize-level formula!
After a long while, Dr. Williams' Adam's apple bobbed up and down.
As a Doctor, his worldview had been shaken; but as a researcher, his curiosity was completely ignited.
"This can't be an ordinary aloe extract. What is the core ingredient here?"
Dr. Williams' tone changed.
That high-and-mighty bureaucratic tone vanished, replaced by an urgent, almost fanatical technical inquiry.
"Is it some new type of small-molecule bio-enzyme, or a special gene-inducing polypeptide?"
"That's a trade secret, Doctor."
Imitating Alice's inscrutable tone, Sarah smiled and reached out to take back the tester bottle of hand cream from Dr. Williams.
"So, do you still intend to report me to the hospital administration? Or are you ready to sign my termination letter?"
Dr. Williams' eyes flickered.
He was a shrewd man, one might even say a sophisticated egoist.
He instantly realized the immense value contained within.
Not just medical value, but commercial and social value as well.
What if this stuff became known in those wealthy circles on Long Island?
He quickly pulled his wallet from his white coat pocket, his movements as fast as if he were resuscitating a patient.
"No, no, no, this stuff is very interesting. Give me a case; I want to take it back for testing and research—oh no, I mean, take it back to use."
When even the most critical, authoritative, and nitpicky Deputy Director of Dermatology was won over on the spot and even paid out of his own pocket to buy it...
This, right here, was the best advertisement and the final charge.
The Nurses who had been waiting and watching went completely wild.
"Don't grab, I was here first."
"Dr. Dr. Williams, you can't cut the line; this is the ER's quota."
"Sarah, I'll pay double. Save five bottles for me."
"I want to buy some for my daughter; she has scars left from acne."
The scene spiraled completely out of control, filled with frenzied buying.
Green bills flew toward Sarah like snowflakes, and the goods on the cart disappeared at a rate visible to the naked eye.
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