Chapter 410 A Hong Kong tycoon publicly begs for a divine medicine!
Outside the intensive care unit, several foreign doctors in white coats were gathered together, arguing heatedly in English.
When Lin Zhihong entered with two young women dressed in simple clothes from the mainland, everyone stopped talking and their faces showed undisguised contempt.
"Mr. Lin, is this the 'miracle doctor' you found?" A doctor from Country E wearing gold-rimmed glasses shrugged and pointed at the metal box in Su Yue's hand. "With this? This is simply playing with the young master's life! This is witchcraft!"
Lin Zhihong ignored him and looked directly at Su Yue: "What do you think we should do?"
Su Yue handed the box to Chen Xinyue and walked to the glass window.
A five- or six-year-old boy lay on the hospital bed, his body covered in tubes, his face flushed red, and his breathing as weak as a kitten about to die.
The heart rate numbers on the monitor were jumping wildly, and the alarm kept going off.
"Open the door," Su Yue said, taking a mask out of her pocket and putting it on. "Anyone else, get out."
"You can't go in!" The doctor from Country E blocked the doorway. "This is a sterile ward! You're not qualified to practice medicine. If you bring in bacteria, the young master will die immediately!"
Su Yue looked up and stared at him coldly: "He's covered in germs right now, why would he care about me? Get out of the way."
"No!" the doctor from Country E said, puffing out his chest. "I have a responsibility to my patients!"
Without wasting words, Su Yue immediately raised her leg and kicked the other person in the shinbone.
"Aww!"
The doctor from Country E screamed and crouched down, clutching his leg.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Su Yue pushed the door open and locked it behind her.
An uproar erupted outside. The group of foreign doctors pounded on the windows, shouting and demanding security. Lin Zhihong, however, stood firmly in the doorway, holding a walking stick like a veteran guarding the last bastion of a city: "Anyone who dares to move! I am Lin Zhihong! Anyone who dares to disturb Miss Su's rescue will have their entire family unable to make a living in Hong Kong!"
In the hospital ward.
Su Yue quickly opened the metal box and took out a pale yellow reagent.
Instead of using an intravenous injection, she took out a thin catheter and skillfully inserted it deep into the boy's already festering wound.
"Xin Yue, record the time."
"Yes!" Chen Xinyue replied through the glass, holding a stopwatch in her hand.
Su Yue slowly pushed the reagent into the wound. The liquid seeped into the wound like water droplets falling into boiling oil, instantly creating a layer of fine white foam.
That's a bacteriophage lysing the bacteria.
The boy suddenly convulsed violently, and his heart rate on the monitor soared to 180.
"What happened?!" Lin Zhihong pressed his face against the glass, his face pale.
"He has a fever, this is an immune response!" Su Yue didn't turn her head, pressing down on the boy's flailing arm with one hand, and quickly adjusting the IV drip rate with the other. "If he pulls through, he lives; if he doesn't, he dies."
Time passed second by second.
Everyone held their breath. Even the foreign doctor who had been shouting just moments before fell silent, staring intently at the wavy lines on the monitor.
Ten minutes.
Twenty minutes.
One hour.
Su Yue's back was soaked with sweat. Her hand remained on the boy's wrist, feeling the faint yet tenacious pulse.
Suddenly, the monitor emitted a long "beep".
The doctor from Country E exclaimed in surprise, "His heart has stopped?!"
"Shut up!" Su Yue growled.
The next second, the wavy line started jumping again.
This time, it wasn't the frantic, near-death breathing, but rather a steady, powerful one. The terrifying flush on the boy's face was visibly fading, and his breathing was gradually becoming calmer.
The fever has subsided.
Su Yue let out a long breath, her legs went weak, and she almost sat down on the ground.
She braced herself against the edge of the bed, turned around, and gave Lin Zhihong a thumbs-up through the glass.
It was deathly silent outside.
After a full five seconds, Lin Zhihong suddenly dropped the walking stick in his hand, pressed himself against the glass, and burst into tears.
"He's alive...he's alive!"
The group of foreign doctors rushed into the ward as if they had seen a ghost, examining the various instruments.
"This is impossible! Her temperature has dropped to 37.5 degrees Celsius!"
"White blood cell count is decreasing!"
"My God, what kind of magic is this?!"
The doctor from Country E, whose leg Su Yue had kicked, was trembling as he held the lab results. He stared at Su Yue as if she were an alien: "What kind of medicine is this?"
Su Yue took off her mask, revealing a slightly pale but confident face.
“This isn’t medicine.” She tossed the empty reagent bottle into the trash can with a crisp sound. “This is technology from the mainland. Remember its name—Hunter-9.”
The doctor from Country E reached out with his hairy red hand, attempting to grab the metal box in Su Yue's hand.
"Smack!"
Su Yue countered with a vicious block, the metal box striking the nerve in her opponent's wrist.
The doctor screamed and pulled his hand back; the box had already clicked shut.
“This thing is mine now.” Su Yue carried the suitcase in one hand and put the other hand in the pocket of her white coat, her posture as straight as a pine tree. “It’s a trade secret that we’re applying for an international patent on. Want to study it? Get in line, pay, and sign a confidentiality agreement.”
"This is blasphemy against science!" The doctor from Country E was furious, his face turning a deep shade of liver. "I'm doing this to save more lives! Hand over the formula, and we can go to the Nobel Prize..."
"Shut up!"
A roar shook the IV stand.
Lin Zhihong turned around and slammed his walking stick heavily on the ground, the marble floor making a dull thud.
He looked like a demon who had crawled back from hell to the human world. Although exhausted, his ruthless and decisive aura was even stronger than before.
"On my turf, you're trying to rob my benefactor?" Lin Zhihong approached the group of foreign doctors step by step, his two bodyguards immediately stepping forward, the dark muzzles of their guns looming. "When Jiahao was almost dead, you said it was witchcraft. Now that he's alive, you want to rob him? Do you really think I, Lin, am dead?"
The doctor from Country E was forced to retreat repeatedly by that murderous aura, and almost tripped over the ventilator.
Lin Zhihong snorted coldly and turned to face Su Yue.
The face that was just moments ago full of murderous intent instantly transformed into one of almost devout respect.
He didn't even shake hands, but instead bowed slightly, performing a standard old-fashioned greeting.
"Miss Su, I am deeply grateful and cannot express my thanks."
This bow carries immense weight.
Su Yue stepped aside to accept the half-bow, her expression calm: "Mr. Lin, Jiahao is still in critical condition. For the next 24 hours, no one is allowed to touch him except my people. Including these so-called experts."
"Listen to Miss Su!" Lin Zhihong waved his hand. "Get these people out! From now on, this floor is sealed off. Not even a fly is allowed in!"
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