The Amazing Son in Law The Charismatic Charlie Wade

James couldn’t believe that Fiona was not only a high-ranking executive at Oracle Pharmaceutical, but also the

savior who had given his son a chance to survive during the darkest moment.

Recalling his own desperation, he overflowed with gratitude for Alder.

Liam grinned and reassured, “Mr. Smith, fret not. Mr. Mozart informed me he’s currently away. You should be by

your son’s side during his treatment. Once the child’s condition improves, he’ll return to Aurous Hill, and I’ll set up a

meeting for you.”

James expressed his gratitude, “Please, convey my deepest thanks to Mr. Mozart. Our family owes him

immeasurable gratitude!”

Liam nodded, his gaze on James. He sensed the genuine gratitude for Fiona in the man and knew he’d become a

steadfast ally in the future.

Oracle Pharmaceuticals’ cultural ethos and fundamental tenets differed vastly from those of the West.

To successfully introduce Oracle’s medications to North America and Europe, a deep understanding of the Western

medical landscape was requisite. Those poised to excel in this endeavor were individuals deeply entrenched within

the system, equipped with considerable resources to spearhead the charge.

James was the crème de la crème of prospects, far from just one among them.

Liam Weaver, Oracle Pharmaceutical’s CEO, harbored great hope for James’ eventual involvement in the team.

However, he also sensed the necessity for Fiona’s direct involvement. A smile danced on his lips as he disclosed,

“Rest assured, Mr. Smith, I’ll communicate your gratitude to Mr. Mozart.”

Glancing at the time, he continued, “Mr. Smith, I’ve pressing matters at hand. Don’t burden yourself too much.

We’ve meticulously arranged the child’s subsequent treatment. Cancer patients who enter Oracle Pharmaceutical’s

doors through clinical trials invariably witness recovery. Your worries are unnecessary. Stay with your child,

steadfast and patient, until recovery and discharge.”

Liam’s words infused James with unshakable confidence. Nodding earnestly, he watched Liam depart, his heart

brimming with thankfulness.

About ten minutes later, the electric doors glided open outside the CT room, and a group of doctors emerged,

gently propelling a still-unconscious Jimmy.

With great anticipation, James rushed to evaluate his son’s condition, only to discover that the effects of the

treatment had not yet taken hold, since his son had not yet received the Healing Salve Pill.

At the moment, two white-coated doctors approached swiftly, one bearing a compact case, the other brandishing a

professional portable video camera.

Standing by Jimmy’s side, the doctor with the case inquired, “Is the patient ready for medication?”

The doctor who’d liaised with James nodded, confirming, “All patient assessments are complete; you may proceed.”

Nodding, the doctor affirmed, “Very well, we shall begin.”

A shared glance passed between him and his camera-wielding colleague before he addressed the device,

“Recording commences.”

The camera’s record button was promptly engaged. The doctor opened the case, revealing neat rows of spherical

pill boxes, each smaller than a golf ball. Two were plucked, rotated before the camera, while he remarked, “Patient

E33 of group E, Jimmy Smith, aged twelve. First day of admission, two

Healing Salve Pills—ebar 1905 and ebar 1906. Packaging intact, no anomalies detected. Family, please verify.”

The two Healing Salve Pills were handed to James. “Mr. Smith, inspect these pills. If no issues arise, we’ll proceed

with administering them.”

James’ surprise lingered as he asked, “Such strict procedures for medication?”

Affirming, the doctor explained, “The black market has seen a surge in purchases of Healing Salve Pills at

exorbitant rates. From now till discharge, our specialists personally oversee every dose, preventing potential illicit

distribution driven by profit. ”

Comprehension dawned upon James. Oracle Healing Salve Pill was the sole cancer-curing remedy, its rarity fuelling

high demand. Without stringent checks, both Oracle Pharmaceutical employees and patients’ families might exploit

this golden opportunity.

Safeguarding the administration was paramount.

Methodically, James scrutinized the exterior of the Healing Salve Pills. Satisfied, he returned them to the doctor,

entreating, “Proceed, and administer them to my child.”

With a nod, the doctor opened one pill under the scrutiny of the camera and all present. Another doctor gently

pried Jimmy’s mouth open, slipping the pill inside.

The procedure was repeated for the second pill.

The Healing Salve Pills dissolved swiftly within Jimmy’s mouth. Besides cancer treatment, the medicine bolstered

vitality, lending his ashen visage a rosy hue.

Minutes later, Jimmy stirred. His eyes fluttered open to a environment, strangers encircling him. Disoriented,

his anxiety surfaced.

James’ reassuring presence eased his distress. “Jimmy, you’re awake! Your dad’s here!”

Recognition settled upon Jimmy, and the tension in his frame dissipated. He voiced his query, “Dad, where am I?

And where’s Mom?”

“Oracle Pharmaceuticals. Your mother and sister await word outside. Learning of your awakening would fill them

with joy,” James affirmed, the weight of his sacrifice tangible in his words.

Though young, Jimmy understood the Oracle Pill held his only salvation. It was the reason his father had journeyed

thousands of miles to deliver it to him from the United States.

Still, he knew he didn’t meet Oracle Healing Salve Pill’s clinical trial criteria. In fact, Oracle Pharmaceutical had

already rejected him.

Hence, Jimmy’s astonishment was palpable when his father mentioned Oracle Pharmaceutical.

Concerned, James inquired, “Jimmy, how do you feel now? Better than before?”

Jimmy nodded faintly, admitting, “Much better. The pain’s eased a lot. Dad, am I going to make it?”

Tears brimming, James gripped his hand and pledged, “You’re going to be just fine, Jimmy. You’ll live a long and

happy life. Dad guarantees it.”

The nearby doctor intervened, “Mr. Smith, your son’s condition is improving. Let’s transfer him back to the ward for

rest. He should continue the medication tomorrow to further strengthen his constitution. In a matter of days, he’ll

be up and about.”

“Fantastic!” James beamed, overwhelmed. “Thank you, doctor! Thank you!”

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