Hearing Whitley's words, Yusuf Zuck raised his eyebrows as he had guessed that among the next nine patients, it was very likely there would be individuals sent by some organizations, aiming to obtain the medicine he used to treat patients.
What he didn't expect was that domestically, they would go to such lengths to arrange for three people.
"I don't want to talk to you. Don't test my patience," Yusuf Zuck glanced at her, indifferent to whoever had sent those nine patients, he would only proceed according to his plan, interested only in the payment, without asking further questions.
Whitley was taken aback for a moment. Information she had indicated that Yusuf Zuck was quite a flirt; why then did he show no gentlemanly demeanor upon meeting her? Was she not pretty enough?