"Wait a minute!"
Just at that moment,
a woman in her early fifties suddenly spoke up, blocking the way of the two, her face so dark it looked as though she could wring out water, and with a sharp look, she sized up Nathalie with one glance, speaking rudely, "Lowie, is this the miracle doctor from McKinney you've found? How old is she to be compared with Professor Adelle? You're just making a fuss!"
She had repeated these words several times already.
Lowie's temper was so-so, always saying what was on his mind. Previously, he had given her the face due to elders, but she kept harping on it, and he couldn't be bothered to be courteous, he snorted coldly, "Adelle?"
"When have I ever said I wanted to compare the two of them? There's no comparability between them in the first place!"
The medicine pills Nathalie casually made were going crazy on the black market, five million a pill, with people overseas fighting over them like crazy.