Chapter 863

She had zero interest in their so-called antique paintings and calligraphy.

She was only waiting for the Astral Titanium that Mr. Harrison desperately needed.

As for the rest of it p>

Serena lazily lifted her gaze, casting a brief look at an emerald necklace currently on the block.

The quality was decent.

But it certainly wasn’t worth the hundred million dollars some idiot had just screamed out.

She found the whole thing excruciatingly boring.

Stifling another lazy yawn, she pulled out her phone and fired off a text to Mr. Harrison.

Serena: [When is the Astral Titanium coming up? I’m dying of boredom here.] Mr. Harrison: [Soon, soon! Please bear with it, my Oracle! It’s the grand finale.] The grand finale p>

That meant she had quite a wait ahead of her.

Maybe she should just take a nap.

As that thought crossed Serena’s mind.

She was just about to lean her head against the man beside her.

Suddenly, the auctioneer on stage grew wildly animated, his voice rising a full eight octaves, making Serena’s ears ring.

“Ladies and gentlemen p>

“The next item up for bid was not included in your catalogs p>

“It is a mystery item, specially prepared by the Doyle family as a token of our gratitude to all of you p>

“This is an unparalleled treasure, secured from a mysterious benefactor only after the Doyle family exhausted countless resources and tapped into every network available p>

“It is no exaggeration to say this artifact is capable of sending shockwaves through the entire medical world p>

Clutching the microphone, the auctioneer looked utterly feverish, his expression bordering on religious fanaticism.

The entire banquet hall plunged into a sudden silence.

For the Doyle family to treat this mystery finale with such immense reverence, it absolutely had to be something extraordinary!

A moment later, a single spotlight pierced the darkness.

An attendant rolled a pristine, transparent display case onto the stage.

The beam of light tracked the case’s movement.

Until it came to a halt in the center of the auction block.

The massive screens behind the stage flared to life, projecting a flawless, 360-

degree view of the item inside the case.

What lay within was not a glittering jewel or a priceless antique.

It was a few pages of slightly yellowed paper.

The pages looked crinkled, as if they had been carelessly crumpled up and smoothed out again.

They were packed with densely written text and covered in numerous scribbles and crossed-out lines.

However, the handwriting itself was remarkably neat, accompanied by incredibly precise, hand-drawn diagrams of medicinal herbs.

A collective gasp echoed through the crowd.

Guests exchanged bewildered glances.

They couldn’t comprehend how this was a peerless treasure.

Those papers were clearly modern.

Jolted by the auctioneer’s impassioned shouting, Serena finally lifted her gaze toward the stage.

One look.

And her eyebrows pulled into a frown.

Why did those papers… look vaguely familiar?

At that exact moment, the auctioneer took a deep breath, his voice trembling with sheer ecstasy “These are… the original,

21.1€

handwritten notes of the legendary Ghost Doctor-the phantomgenius who can drag the dying back from

the gates of hell! Recorded on these

very pages are the

Ghost Doctor

personal pharmacological insights,

along with three formulas for

extending human life p>

“This has been authenticated by top-tier institutions. It is unequivocally the genuine

work of the Ghost Doctor p>

“The starting bid-three hundred million dollars p>

The second the words left his mouth, the banquet hall exploded into absolute chaos.

Those powerful elites, who typically remained composed in the face of any crisis, lost all decorum and shot out of their seats.

A few titans of the medical industry were trembling so hard their beards shook.

“My God, the Ghost Doctor’s notes p>

“The Ghost Doctor’s pharmacological insights? And life-extending formulas? Those are. priceless! With something like that,

no one in the family would ever have to fear illness again p>

“Hurry! I don’t care how much it costs, we have to win this! We must p>

The Ghost Doctor.

The ultimate, living myth of the medical world!

As long as a person had a single breath left, the Ghost Doctor could snatch them

straight from the Demon’s clutches.

Every single person sitting in this room was a billionaire or a political powerhouse. Who among them wouldn’t fall ill? Who didn’t want to buy themselves a few extra years o life?

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