A Half-Hour Delay
Editor: Noodletown Translations
What the host just said made all the rich tycoons that were on the verge of death feel the chill and become extremely serious.
Just one dose left!
Not even the Mandala Lab could guarantee when the next dose would be developed. Maybe it would take several more years, but would they still be alive by then?
For those that weren't being tormented by a terminal illness, they wouldn't understand the pain of living the remaining days of life under a countdown.
It didn't matter how much money you had, when the doctor tells you that you have a terminal illness, no matter how rich you are, you would be scared and unwilling to give up the life in which you got to enjoy all the nice things in the world that money can buy!
At this time, I'm afraid that the monologue of any rich man would be: If I can be given a chance, I'm willing to exchange my wealth for health!
But now!