Farrah was very sensitive about her arms. She immediately sensed Avery's gaze and subconsciously shrank slightly while tilting her body. A towering anger and hatred appeared on her face. However, instantly realizing she had lost her composure, she regained it in a second and revealed a forced and stiff smile. "Dr. Annie, you are indeed a top doctor. You can tell at a glance that my arms are disabled." Avery nodded slightly in greeting. "Ms. Johnson, may I know why you want to see me?"
Alexander was standing there, so Avery did not want to call Farrah "Mrs. Moran."
Farrah did not care how Avery addressed her. She slowly took a few steps forward and said sincerely, "A doctor is benevolent. I want you to take a look at my hands to see if there's any chance of curing them. As long as you can cure my hands or improve the condition, I will reward you handsomely," she spoke.
Farrah did not even glance at Alexander.
