Chapter 810: Heading to Dragon Flame Lair

"Director Dyson, why do your FDA people help Mr. Bill connect with doctors?"

Wen Rou asked Director Dyson, puzzled.

Although Bill was the richest man, Dyson was a government official; there shouldn't have been any overlap between the two.

"I recall an old saying from Huaxia, 'money talks...'"

Dyson chuckled softly, a bit embarrassed as he touched his nose, but his eyes were filled with smugness.

Clearly, if he could find a doctor to cure Bill, he could certainly get a handsome reward.

"I've never heard 'money talks,' but 'money makes the devil grind the mill,' I hear that often..." Wen Rou said disdainfully, curling her lip.

Stung by Wen Rou's sarcasm, Dyson's face immediately showed embarrassment, but he still smiled and said, "No way around it, the world is just this unfair; the rich always seem to get the better things."

"In front of sickness, everyone is equal..."