Chapter 247

Chapter 247

I said coolly, "You'd better hurry up. Our machine is almost done with its diagnosis too."

So fast!

Lily was startled and instinctively looked at the machine's screen.

There was a progress bar showing, already close to two-thirds complete, about to reach its conclusion.

Lily gritted her teeth, her chest heaving violently as she struggled to contain her anger. Without thinking twice, she used the stethoscope to check Albert's condition. Watching her put on this act, I couldn't help but sneer inwardly. I knew who she really was—she wasn't a professional doctor. She had only taught herself some basic medical skills back when she lived at the Smith Manor, trying to please Liam who was in poor health. And now she dared to show off with them.

She closed her eyes as the machine silently completed its diagnosis.

I stood to the side with a mocking expression.

Everyone present instinctively fell silent, waiting curiously for the results.

The progress bar on the machine finally reached the end, and then a series of data was printed out.

At the same time, Lily opened her eyes, a confident smile flashing across her face.

I quickly scanned through the data on the paper. When I reached the last page, my expression froze for a moment, and I glanced at Albert in disbelief.

But it was just a glance—I quickly looked away.

So fast that no one noticed.

"Why don't you share your diagnosis first," I spoke up. "The machine's results can't be changed. I'll give them to Mr. Sanchez, and he can be the judge for this competition."

"What a show," Lily muttered under her breath, seeing my reaction. Then she said, "The stethoscope reveals weak heart sounds and a fast heart rate, clearly indicating anemia-related poor circulation."

She spoke with certainty, and the guests around nodded as if they understood.

I let out a cold laugh. Instead of addressing her diagnosis, I looked at Albert and said, "The diagnostic report is in your hands. Since patients have a right to privacy, you should decide for yourself who's right and who's wrong."

Then I looked at Lily. "You wouldn't question Mr. Sanchez's judgment, would you?"

Lily snorted and turned her gaze to Albert. "Of course not," she said, deliberately using a sickeningly sweet voice to ask, "Mr. Sanchez, tell us—whose diagnosis is more accurate, mine or this machine's?"

Though it was phrased as a question, she grabbed Albert's hand in an intimate gesture.

People around naturally noticed this move, their expressions complicated.

I wasn't in a hurry. I stood to the side with my arms crossed, waiting for Albert's response.

Albert glanced at the report in his hand, then folded it up.

He pulled his arm away from Lily and said flatly, "I think Ms. Davis's machine is more accurate."

At those words, Lily's expression froze, her face darkening.

She clutched at her clothes and forced out a bitter smile. "Albert, you're joking, right? You always praised my diagnostic skills before. Why today..."

Before she could finish, Albert cut her off, asking casually, "When did I ever say that?"

This left Lily speechless.

Low murmurs of discussion immediately arose around us.

Not only that, but the friends who had been flattering her earlier also sensed Albert's attitude toward her and quickly stepped back.

They had gathered around her for their own interests, so naturally they scattered for the same reason. Everyone was afraid of being dragged down with Lily.

"I..." Lily opened her mouth, looking unwilling to accept it. "That doesn't count. There's definitely something wrong with this machine!"

"I know now," Lily said with sudden realization. "That couple who fainted earlier—they were actors you hired, weren't they!"

"You deliberately hired people to put on a show just to promote the Sullivan Group's new machine!"

The more Lily spoke, the more convinced she became. Acting as if she'd caught me in the act, she raised both her volume and speed. "You're a designer, not a doctor. How would you know all this medical theory? You must have arranged everything with them beforehand—what scene to play out. Sophia, you're so underhanded!"

Hearing Lily's accusation, I raised my eyebrows slightly.

She'd gotten smarter.

Those two were indeed people I'd found and deliberately arranged to be there.

And I had indeed studied the medical knowledge beforehand.

However, if the Sullivan Group's machine was going to be shown to everyone, I needed some tactics to attract attention.

But this was just a marketing strategy. Beyond that, I hadn't hidden or misrepresented any information about the machine itself.

I didn't admit anything, just looked at Lily with amusement. "You say they're actors I hired—do you have proof?"

"Besides, if they could come here, they must have been invited. Their company might not be huge, but someone in Emerald City will definitely know them. All you need to do is check whether they actually went to the hospital, and you'll know if I'm lying!"

I stared straight at Lily and asked, "So? Do you dare bet with me again?"

"Let's bet a hundred machines."

Lily fell silent.

I knew what she was worried about.

These machines weren't cheap. She'd just started out, and even if she had some money, she'd probably have spent it all on clothes and other luxury items.

She hadn't latched onto a rich man yet, so she probably couldn't come up with that much money.

I wasn't in a hurry. I stood there with a half-smile, waiting for Lily's response.

Lily's face showed embarrassment, unable to speak.

Just then, someone in the crowd said, "I know those two. They just posted on their feed saying they were successfully treated at the hospital."

"They should still be at the hospital now."

At these words, Lily's face darkened even more.

My expression was mocking.

Did Lily think I was like her?

If you're going to put on a show, do it properly. If I weren't completely confident, why would I have invited those two people?

I stepped forward, looking at Lily, and pressed, "Ms. Smith, why so quiet now?"

"Didn't you just say those two were actors I hired?"

"Enough," a lazy male voice interrupted. Albert twisted the ring on his pinky finger, his gaze moving between Lily and me.

Finally, he looked at Lily and said, "Since you were wrong, you need to admit it. A bet's a bet. The hundred machines can go on my account, but..."

"Mr. Sanchez!" Lily looked deeply touched as she called out to him.

"Don't get the wrong idea. I'm paying for you, not helping you dodge the debt," Albert said, his eyes turning cold. "Ms. Davis is right, Ms. Smith. You've disappointed me greatly."

Lily's smile instantly froze.

Those words were like a loud slap across Lily's face in front of everyone.

Almost immediately, Lily's eyes reddened. She clenched her fists and turned to leave.

But I blocked her path, asking with a half-smile, "Aren't you forgetting something?"