Yu Xinyue knew she couldn't offend anyone, so after a moment of shock, she immediately gave Saito Genichi a way out: "Well, everyone here is a top medical talent, and Professor Saito, you are an internationally renowned medical expert, so I hope you can work together to treat my father."
Saito Genichi snorted coldly, but said nothing more.
Seeing that everyone had quieted down, Yu Xinyue continued, "Now, please allow Mr. Smith to explain my father's condition to everyone."
Smith took two steps forward and spoke in English, "I believe everyone has read Mr. Yu Wanlong's medical records. This is a virus we've never seen before. We've found that it has strong cell attachment and is not highly contagious, but it's also very difficult to eradicate. Conventional methods are useless. Currently, we can only analyze the pathogen's DNA and find the sequence to crack it, but this is time-consuming, and Mr. Yu Wanlong's body may not be able to withstand it for that long..."
Smith spoke for a full ten minutes, explaining Yu Wanlong's condition and symptoms.
As Smith finished speaking, everyone frowned.
"Have you tried blood reduction therapy to activate Mr. Yu's own immune system?" David Little John asked first.
Smith shook his head: "Unfortunately, we have tried the method you mentioned, but it didn't work."
David Littlejohn then proposed several more treatment options, but they were all rejected by Smith.
The reason is simple. Some of these methods have been tried by Smith's team, while some are too dangerous and Smith dare not try them at all.
For example, David Little John said that when he was providing aid in Africa, he saw that if the local natives had a serious illness, they would grind up some poisonous insects, such as spiders and scorpions, and then soak them in water to drink, which was equivalent to fighting poison with poison.
Smith naturally would not take this risk. Not to mention whether this method is effective or not, the amount of toxicity alone is difficult to control.
Don’t poison Yu Wanlong to death before you cure him.
Seeing this, David Little John could only spread his hands, indicating that he was powerless.
Seeing that only David Little John had expressed his opinion and no one else said a word, Yu Xinyue took the initiative to speak up, "Everyone, don't be shy. Feel free to share any ideas you have. Doctor Zuo, you are Zuo Qiu's last disciple. You should have a way to cure my father's illness, right?"
Zuo Yeshuo said calmly, "I'm a Chinese medicine practitioner. I need to observe Director Yu's aura closely and take his pulse before I can determine how to treat him."
But just as Zuo Yeshuo finished speaking, before Yu Xinyue could open her mouth to agree, Saito Genichi sneered, "Bullshit Chinese medicine, can you tell how to treat a disease just by looking and touching it? Are you kidding me? If that's the case, then why do we need so many sophisticated instruments? It's almost making me laugh."
Zuo Yeshuo's Qi cultivation skills are very good. Even when Saito Yuanyi mocked him like this, he did not get angry:
"You saying that only proves you know nothing about Chinese medicine. Our Chinese medicine has a history of 5,000 years. There are many diseases that Western medicine cannot solve, but we can solve them."
Mo Laishi nodded secretly, and felt a little more favorable towards Zuo Yeshuo.
"Nonsense! Five thousand years of history? That only means that your Chinese medicine has fallen behind, and Western medicine is the pinnacle of modern medicine." Saito Gen said with contempt.
Seeing that they were about to argue again, Yu Xinyue quickly said, "It's pointless for us to argue about this here. Professor Saito, you seem to have a different opinion. Why don't you share it with everyone?"
Seeing Yu Xinyue finally call his name, Saito Motoichi, who had been holding his head high, said proudly, "Actually, it's not difficult to cure Mr. Yu's illness. I'm currently working with the US Medical Association to develop an intelligent medical device. This device can greatly improve the efficiency of virus analysis and calculate the composition of the antidote based on the virus's characteristics. So I suggest that Mr. Yu Wanlong be transported to the US immediately."
"Oh my God, is the device you are talking about the AI doctor device that cost $2 billion and took three years to develop? But that is a confidential project of the American Medical Association and is not open to the public for the time being." Smith said in surprise.
Although Smith is also a member of the American Medical Association, he is a clinical expert, not a medical researcher, so he has only heard of such a device but has never seen it.
"As expected of Mr. Smith, this device was developed using the world's top talent and technology. Although it's not open to the public yet, I'm a member of the advisory group. Just give me a call and I guarantee you'll have priority access." Saito Motoichi said this with pride on his face.
"Really? That's great. I'll arrange a private jet right now." Yu Xinyue's face immediately showed surprise when she heard that there was hope for treatment.
Mo Laishi and Zuo Yeshuo frowned when they heard this.
They are Chinese medicine practitioners. They haven't even seen the patient yet, but they say they want to transport the patient away. Then why ask them to come?
Especially Mo Laishi, he did not care much about the 100 million yuan in medical fees, his main thing was to complete the task given by his master.
"Ms. Yu, even if you need to go to the United States for treatment, there is no need to rush. Since we are here, why not let us meet your father first?" Mo Laishi said.
"It's a waste of time even if you take a look. You don't mean to tell me that your smart medical equipment is better than the United States? It's a joke!" After saying that, Saito Gen sneered again.
"Shut up, you shorty! If you say another word, I'll make you into a honey-glazed winter melon soup," Mo Laishi retorted without any hesitation.
"Baga! You insult me again and again. If you don't apologize to me, I will let the American Medical Association sanction you." Saito Motoichi was furious again.
"Quack, quack, quack... Are you a duck? Can you speak properly? This is China, not the place of your American master." Morais made a face.
"you……"
Saito Motoichi was so angry that he wanted to rush over and strangle Moraishi. Fortunately, he was stopped by David Little John, otherwise he might have turned into a winter melon soup.
Yu Xinyue had a headache. Everything was fine, why were they arguing again?
"Doctor Mo, do you insist on going to check on my father's condition?" Yu Xinyue asked helplessly.
"Of course. If I'm not sure about the virus, how can I find out its source?" Morais said with a hint of meaning.
Upon hearing this, Yu Xinyue remembered what she had asked Mo Laishi for help yesterday.
She thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll take you to see my father now, but I can only give you half an hour. If you can't find a way within half an hour, then I'll have to send my father to the United States immediately."
"Half an hour? That's enough." Morales grinned.
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