"Mr. Li, please don't act rashly. The Health Bureau will definitely arrange the best medical treatment for you. Let's not use this kind of folk remedy, shall we?"

Director Zhang didn't believe a word of what Gao Ang said.

He assumed that Gao Ang, like other patients' families, was desperate and seeking any treatment he could find.

"Xiao Zhang, this is my dearest grandson. Would he harm me?"

"Old Li, that's not what I meant. Every medicine has some side effects. Shall we discuss this again?"

The old man remained silent, looking at Director Zhang with a calm gaze, yet his imposing presence emanated from him without anger.

The old man had been on the battlefield; what kind of scene hadn't he seen?

Those were people who had crawled out of piles of dead bodies. Just that one simple look made Director Zhang feel very uncomfortable.

Director Zhang was also in a dilemma. He knew the old man's background very well, even better than Gao Feng and the younger generation.

Because the old man was a low-key person and didn't care much for material possessions, he was able to throw away his gun and retire to his hometown.

But that doesn't mean he's unimportant.

He was a veteran with a distinguished military record, and the higher-ups had repeatedly instructed that Li Lao's treatment must not be taken lightly, and that he would be held responsible for any problems that arose.

Current technology is not advanced enough to remove the shrapnel from Mr. Li's body and ensure his safety.

After all, they are getting old and their physical functions are declining. According to the health bureau's thinking, the goal is to avoid mistakes rather than achieve great things.

But then, out of nowhere, Old Li's own grandson appeared, claiming to have some kind of miracle cure...

What kind of miracle drug is there? If there were, why didn't you do it sooner?

Are those people at the Academy of Sciences and the Health Bureau just sitting around doing nothing?

So Director Zhang treated Gao Ang as a desperate, filial son who was grasping at straws, though he was also stupid.

What bone regeneration? Do you really think this is some kind of immortal cultivation?

Of course, he only thought these things to himself; he couldn't say them aloud, so he could only offer kind advice.

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward. The old man glared at him without saying a word, and Director Zhang felt caught in the middle.

"Mr. Li, how about this, I'll take this medicine to have it tested first..."

"What's the point of testing? Just go straight to clinical trials. My grandson said the mice are doing fine, they're just one step away from clinical trials. I've made the decision, go straight to clinical trials."

When the old man got angry, he started panting, which frightened everyone, who quickly tried to calm him down.

After finally catching his breath, the old man continued, "I'm not worried about myself. I'm already so old, if I were going to die, I would have died long ago. The key is that if this medicine really works, how many lives can it save? If this medicine works, my old friends won't have to be walking in their coffins with canes and wheelchairs."

At this point, Director Zhang finally understood the old man's thoughts; it turned out he was still holding a grudge about what happened back then.

“Alright, I’ll go arrange the clinical trials right away,” Director Zhang finally made a decision, turning to look at Gao Ang. “You’re the one who created this, right? Let’s talk about the details.”

After settling the old man in, Gao Ang followed Director Zhang into his office.

“Where this drug came from and how it was processed is a trade secret. I have a document here,” Gao Ang said, taking out a stack of printed documents from his backpack and handing them to Director Zhang. “It contains detailed instructions, usage methods, dosages, and precautions. It’s all in there.”

“Director Zhang, I’m not one of those fools who would try anything when they’re desperate. From the moment I opened my eyes, I’ve been lying in my grandfather’s tricycle. I wouldn’t dare let you administer any medicine without a sure thing.”

"And this is my experimental record on some small animals, including mice, canaries, and Chinese rural dogs. There were no adverse reactions, but clinical trials are lacking."

"So, thank you for your hard work!"

Gao Ang bowed to Director Zhang, a rare occurrence for him.

He knew that without this person's consent, ROG would never be used on the old man.

Director Zhang flipped through the documents in his hand, glancing at them a few times. "Quite complete," he said in a calm, unreadable tone. "Young man, when doing things, you have to follow procedures and rules. Your family's pressure is making things very difficult for me, and besides, Old Li is..."

Before Director Zhang could finish speaking, Gao Ang rolled up his sleeves, opened his mouth, and bit his left arm.

What are you doing?

Director Zhang was dumbfounded. "I was just venting my frustrations. Old Li has been criticizing me for so long. Can't you let me vent a little? After I vent, I'll arrange clinical work for you. Why did you have to threaten me with self-harm?"

Gao Feng grinned, revealing a gruesome sight of blood at the corner of his mouth.

He poured the ROG from the medicine bottle onto the wound, grimacing as he smeared it evenly, before extending his bloodstained left arm:

"Director Zhang, take a good look."

Director Zhang was startled and took two small steps back. After confirming that there was no danger, he stared at Gao Ang suspiciously. Once he was sure that Gao Ang was serious, he followed his gaze to the left arm that Gao Ang had bitten.

A wound the size of a beer bottle, which was just gushing blood, stopped bleeding and even congealed in a short while.

Immediately afterwards, small white crystals began to appear around the wound.

Then, incredibly, the wound began to heal...

Director Zhang, refusing to believe it, started rubbing the medicine with his hands. "Impossible, impossible, how could there be such a peculiar drug?"

This completely contradicts his understanding of common scientific knowledge.

The healing time for a typical wound can range from a week to a month or two.

How long has it been? At most, only a minute or two, right?

After a moment of stunned silence, Director Zhang picked up the pen on the table and stabbed it into his forearm.

The expected excruciating pain did not come. Director Zhang looked at Gao Ang in confusion and asked, "Why did you stop me?"

"Director Zhang, you're getting on in years, a small wound will suffice."

"Too."

Director Zhang steeled himself, carefully pierced the skin on his arm with the tip of a pen, applied disinfectant, and then poured a tiny bit of ROG liquid onto it.

A miracle has happened!

"Wow, it really works!"

A few minutes later, Director Zhang jumped up, rubbing his delicate skin, as happy as a child who had just received a lollipop.

After confirming several times that the wound had completely healed, Director Zhang's burning gaze made Gao Yang feel a little guilty.

"Young man, you have a bright future. I'll arrange clinical trials right away."

"Director Zhang, please remember the precautions I gave you. If you don't follow them, there could be serious trouble."

"Don't worry, I will absolutely carry out your instructions strictly."

Director Zhang may be a bureaucrat, but fundamentally, he is also a doctor.

When a doctor finds a good medicine, his first thought is how to cure the disease and save lives.

His initial doubts and delays were simply from the perspective of an ordinary person, and were only human nature.

After the miracle happened to him, he transformed from a bureaucrat into a pragmatic physician.

What use is a doctor if he cannot save lives?

What use is a good medicine if it cannot be widely used to save lives?

Director Zhang left excitedly, and Gao Ang breathed a sigh of relief.

"Luckily, this old man didn't make a big hole, or he would have been exposed."

He was worried that the procedures at the Health Bureau would be too complicated, causing him to miss the best time for his father to receive treatment.

He felt that his risky move was the right one, as long as it saved the old man even a minute of suffering.

Fortunately, this Director Zhang is also a formidable individual. By a twist of fate, he actually dared to mess with me... He's quite a ruthless person.

"It really proves the saying, 'If you're not ruthless, you can't stand firm.' How many people who can sit in this position are simple?"

In the afternoon, the health bureau informed us that a family member of a car accident patient was willing to participate in a free clinical trial.

The other procedures will be arranged by the Health Bureau.

Gao Feng was relieved. According to the ROG treatment formula he had prepared, as long as the bones weren't shattered to pieces, recovery would take anywhere from seven or eight days to a month.

Moreover, as long as the diet is appropriate, or if nutritional fluids are added in a timely manner, the patient is unlikely to have any sequelae.

At Gao Qing's insistence, the health bureau agreed to let the old man cook lunch, but he had a tagalong following him around the whole time he was cooking.

He was puzzled. "I'm cooking for my grandfather, and you even send someone to accompany me. Is that really necessary?"

The follower's answer was simple: "It was the leader's order."

Shaking his head, Gao Ang ignored him and continued his cooking.

"Old Gao, something's not right with your son," Gao's mother said, cracking sunflower seeds, her face full of suspicion.

"Something's not right?" Mr. Gao was holding his textbooks, preparing for his summer tutoring classes.

Have you ever eaten a meal he cooked for you?

“Yes, I’ve eaten it. When I was a kid, back when I was working in the fields, it was the noodles he cooked,” Mr. Gao said, looking up to recall. “That time he even mixed salt and sugar together, so it was both salty and sweet, which completely baffled me.”

"Did you beat him up that time?" Mr. Gao asked immediately afterward.

"How could we not beat him? He didn't just get confused; he stole candy. He ate half a jar of it, and his sister did too. They conspired together. How could we not teach him a lesson?"

At this point, Gao's mother became furious. "At such a young age, he already knows how to be cunning and deceitful, and he even dares to lie to his old mother. He's been too lenient with the beating."

Mr. Gao chuckled twice and continued reading.

"Do you think he's been dating someone these past few years? Otherwise, how would he know how to cook? If he wasn't good at it, he wouldn't dare cook for the old man, would he?"

"Still dating... You've ruined your son's first love. I reckon you won't be able to hold your grandson for at least three to five years."

Upon hearing this, Gao's mother became agitated again, even stopping eating her sunflower seeds. "What do you mean I ruined it? Didn't Xiao Bing say that girl wouldn't do? Besides, it seems like I'm not the only one eager to have a grandson, am I?"

Mr. Gao smacked his lips twice, but didn't dare to reply.

"No, we have to think of something. She's almost thirty, and if we wait any longer, it'll be too late, and no one will want her anymore." Mrs. Gao was getting anxious.

"Does your school have any recent college graduates? Could you introduce a few to your son?"

Mr. Gao put down his textbook again, scratched his head, and said, "Don't worry about the child's affairs. If his drug is widely available, will he still have trouble finding a partner? You'll be spoiled for choice!"

"Is it that powerful?" Gao's mother was a housewife and a working-class farmer, so she really didn't know much about medicine.

But Gao's father was different. After all, he was educated and a high school teacher, so his judgment was quite accurate.

"Approved by the Health Bureau, it has treated veterans and cured their illnesses instantly. Isn't this advertisement amazing?"

"That's fine then."

"..."

Gao Yang, having prepared the food, was about to leave the cafeteria with his plate when he glanced at the tagalong and a mischievous thought struck him.

"Comrade, why don't you try the poison?"

The follower's lips twitched, and his taut cement face almost collapsed: "Test my ass! I'm just doing my job."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

He laughed heartily, and his mood immediately improved.

For the next few days, Gao Ang stayed with the old man, cooking and serving tea, and even did the work of a caregiver.

He felt that he had been living a dissolute life for the past few years and it was time to make up for what he owed his father.

Although the old man didn't care, what needed to be done still had to be done.

Other relatives also came, but the old man only smiled at Gao Ang, while he didn't give the others a friendly look.

"What kind of magic potion did you give Grandpa? He's practically blowing you up to the heavens. Do you know how he scolded me? 'Your green hair is all messy and dirty. Learn from your cousin, who has shiny, clean hair and is an upright person.'... I'm just wondering, should I shave my head too?"

My second cousin and Ang Gao were smoking and complaining at the hospital entrance.

What could Gao Ang say? He couldn't very well ask him to shave his head.

"The old man probably feels that you are not working hard enough, or that you don't meet his expectations."

"How can you say I'm not working hard? I take on projects and run businesses, but I haven't broken any laws or regulations."

"Are you trying to intimidate the old man?"

My second cousin's hand trembled as he held the cigarette. "Not really, I just blew on it a little bit at the dinner table."

Patting his second cousin on the shoulder, Gao Ang gave him a suggestion, "Let me give you a tip: take some money and repair the roads in your village, install more streetlights. That will be much more useful than you hanging around him all the time."

"it works?"

"Of course! Don't you know what kind of temper the old man has? Considering the treatment he receives now, we shouldn't be living such a meager existence, right?"

"That's right. Even if you don't become a high-ranking official, you should at least make a lot of money."

My second cousin nodded in agreement.

"But from childhood to adulthood, have you ever seen the old man boast about anything he's done?"

"No, just say he's a veteran."

"You didn't even ask for government subsidies, did you?"

"No, it was the newly arrived county magistrate who overheard the old folks in the village bragging and that's why he brought him to the city."

My second cousin took a puff and said slowly.

"Not asking the country for a single needle or thread, but making down-to-earth contributions to the motherland—this is the most simple and honest concept of the older generation."

Now that you're rich, you're indulging in lavish meals and drinks everywhere. What about the rest of the villagers? Even if you didn't lead them to wealth, just fixing the roads and making things a little more convenient for them would make the old man look down on you less.

I'm different. What I studied was law, which is about solving problems for the people, especially criminal psychology, which puts us on the front line of fighting criminals and directly confronting them.

And what about the medicine I made? It's medicine for treating illnesses and saving lives.

Gao Ang handed a cigarette to his second cousin and continued, "Since the old man doesn't want to make a fuss, we should keep a low profile and not cause trouble for the higher-ups. When we do things, we should think more about what benefits others will bring. We can't do things that harm others for our own benefit, but we can do more things that benefit both others and ourselves."

"Then, what about sacrificing oneself for the benefit of others?"

My second cousin asked a silly question.

“…” Gao Ang glanced at his second cousin speechlessly, “If you can do that, I can go to space and fix satellites.”

On the morning of August 14th, at the mobile office of Director Zhang of the Health Care Bureau of the County People's Hospital.

"Xiao Gao, the thing you provided called 'ROG' has already been used on the patient, and so far, there haven't been any side effects," Director Zhang said excitedly, taking a sip of tea. "According to our observations, the patient's healing is progressing very well. Based on the current situation, we expect the fracture in the patient's leg bone to be initially healed by this time next week."

"Is the patient not very old?"

"Yeah, he was in his early twenties, driving under the influence, and had an accident. Sigh, young people, why do you drink? And driving after drinking is unacceptable."

Director Zhang took another sip of tea and said earnestly.

"That's right, don't drink and drive, don't drive after drinking, you must always keep that in mind."

Director Zhang tapped his right hand on the desk, while his left hand unconsciously drew circles. "Hey, Gao, you haven't applied for the ROG patent yet, have you?"

"No, I just finished observing the animals and rushed back. I was mainly worried about the old man's condition."

"Yes, you are filial," Director Zhang said, pointing to Gao Ang and praising him highly. "The old man lived a life of poverty, and all the good fortune has fallen on your shoulders. This is only right."

His fingers tapped more frequently on the desk, and his legs began to shake.

"Director Zhang, just say what's on your mind."

Gao Ang could tell that Director Zhang had something on his mind, and it was probably not a small matter.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be so agitated; he was afraid that if he kept shaking, he would have an epileptic seizure.

"Ahem, well, there is something I need to discuss. It's like this..."