Ye Qiu didn't care if the other party was a top student from Harvard University or any other university; daring to doubt him like that, Ye Qiu naturally wouldn't let him off easily.
"How about a ten million US dollar bet!"
Ten million US dollars?
Does this ordinarily dressed young man have that much money?
"Do you really have that much money?" Dr. Smith touched his slightly swollen face and looked at Ye Qiu, asking.
"My black card allows unlimited withdrawal."
Ye Qiu directly took out his Fuji Black Card, something Dr. Smith naturally recognized.
He was quite surprised that this young man actually had a Fuji Bank Black Card.
"How do you want to bet?"
"As long as I cure Mr. William's illness, you give me ten million US dollars; if I don't cure him, I'll give you ten million."
If Ye Qiu heals Mr. William, the other party gives him ten million US dollars, if not, he gives Dr. Smith ten million US dollars.
