Owen Warren's eyes widened. He thought he must be hearing things.
"Thirteen?"
Chloe Sinclair nodded and confirmed, "That's right. Thirteen."
Their drug was actually very simple to produce, and the cost wasn't high.
Besides, their original goal in developing the drug was never to make money.
At thirteen yuan, any patient could afford it without it being a burden.
But this time, Owen Warren frowned. "Isn't that too low?"
Thirteen yuan!
What box of medicine doesn't cost dozens of yuan these days?
He had never in his wildest dreams imagined that a miracle drug for leukemia would cost only thirteen yuan.
Then, a thought struck him, and Owen Warren's brow furrowed. "Are you saying you're going to waive the patent?"
He had assumed Chloe Sinclair would file for a patent.
Once that patent was approved, it would bring her not only fame but also an endless fortune.
