The Indonesian queen's face turned crimson red, almost suffocating.
Janice Randall was extremely anxious, worrying for her mother's well-being. "Master Jones, you must save her."
"My mother is of noble status, the queen of Indonesia. She cannot die."
"Master Jones, if you save my mother, I promise to give you a hundred million dollars!"
Janice frantically pulled out a check, wrote the number one billion on it, and signed her name.
Samuel Jones remained calm, accepted the check for a hundred million, and put it in his pocket.
"Rest assured, Ms. Randall, I am already doing my utmost."
Master Jones moved forward, grabbed the wrist of the Indonesian queen, to give her a diagnosis.
"The queen has insomnia and frequent nightmares, waking up startled in the middle of the night, correct?"
"Yes!"
"The queen also has acute myocardial infarction, likely due to her rich diet, which has caused artery hardening and excessive fat intake."
"She also has fatty liver, high cholesterol..."