Tang Xiaobao frowned slightly.
Of course he had heard of Qingyun Chemical Group.
It is a relatively strong company with its head office in the city and branches in the county. It has built several factories, but it is not most famous for these, but for an incident last year.
Last summer, thousands of people gathered in the county town square to protest Qingyun Chemical, claiming the company was causing severe pollution and contaminating the drinking water of many residents near the factory.
The matter ended up in nothing. Tang Xiaobao didn't know how it was handled, but he remembered that after hearing about it, he cursed the black-hearted boss harshly.
I didn't expect that we would meet here.
Seeking medical treatment, right?
With this attitude, then...it must be treated!
If you don’t make money when you have it, you’re a bastard!
But this attitude is so condescending. Isn't it because he's rich? Okay, I'll definitely make a killing later. Life or money? Choose!
Tang Xiaobao nodded, took the two into the villa and sat them down in the living room.
Tang Xiaobao pretended to ask some questions, and finally said, "You have advanced liver cancer. Even if you search every hospital in the country, it will be useless. You won't live more than three months."
Mr. Yu immediately lost his temper when he heard this. His body trembled and he was speechless for a long time.
Yang Chuncheng was also anxious and said quickly: "Aren't you a miracle doctor? So you were just bragging?"
"I haven't finished speaking. You are just a secretary and an errand boy. Why are you showing off in front of me? If you continue to be so rude, I will not only not discipline you but also kick you out right away. Believe it or not?" Tang Xiaobao said with a deliberately stern face.
When Mr. Yu heard this, his eyes lit up immediately. He glared at Yang Chuncheng and scolded him, "Secretary Yang, how can you not even have the slightest respect for the miracle doctor? Are you trying to kill me? Are you deliberately trying to piss off the miracle doctor so he won't treat me?"
Yang Chuncheng's face turned green, and he was about to cry. He quickly said, "Boss, I didn't mean that. Don't you know how loyal I am to you?"
"Hmph, then shut up!" Mr. Yu groaned.
Yang Chuncheng shut up obediently, looking aggrieved.
Mr. Yu smiled and said to Tang Xiaobao, "Divine Doctor, do you really have a way to cure my illness?"
"It's not that your illness is incurable. In fact, it's no problem for me." Tang Xiaobao said with a smile, "However, my fees are a bit high. And I don't have a medical license, so don't come and cause trouble again."
"So we need to sign a contract. If anything goes wrong, I won't be responsible or held liable."
Mr. Yu thought for a few seconds, then made up his mind: "As long as the miracle doctor is willing to help, I will be grateful to you. Why would I bother you? I'll do whatever you say. Anyway, I only have three months to live, so I'm going to take the gamble."
"Have your secretary write the contract now," Tang Xiaobao said calmly. "The fee is one million, no bargaining. Transfer the money first, then we'll treat you. I guarantee the medicine will work. You can go to the hospital for a follow-up checkup to see the results of your treatment when you return."
"One million, are you robbing me?!" Yang Chuncheng shouted.
"Huh?" Tang Xiaobao glared, "Okay, then you guys can go. I'm not going to treat you anymore."
Mr. Yu was so angry that he swung his crutch and hit Yang Chuncheng hard on the forehead.
Suddenly, a big bump appeared on Yang Chuncheng's head.
"Fuck you! Are you trying to kill me? The doctor said one million, so that's one million. Is my life only worth one million?"
Mr. Yu is not stupid. After all, he is a multi-millionaire now. Although he will feel pain in his heart, compared with his life, one million is nothing!
What’s the use of money if you have lost your life!
The most important thing is to stay alive.
Every terminally ill patient knows this very well.
As for the contract that Tang Xiaobao mentioned, he really didn't care. One million yuan was for a chance to survive. Even if Tang Xiaobao wanted to cheat him of the money, he couldn't do it. If the disease wasn't cured, he could just take the contract and report it. Then Tang Xiaobao would have to return the money and would definitely go to jail.
Yang Chuncheng had a sad face and secretly hated himself for being too talkative. Without saying a word, he took out a pen and paper and started drafting the contract.
Tang Xiaobao actually didn't think about writing a contract, he just wanted to find something for Yang Chuncheng to do.
The contract was written and copied, which took more than an hour. Mr. Yu on the side was impatient and scolded him frequently. Yang Chuncheng could only endure it and dared not say another word.
After both parties signed the contract, Tang Xiaobao asked them to sit for a while and said he was going back to his room to get medicine.
In fact, those herbs were piled up like a mountain in his ring, there were too many of them, but he couldn't take them out in front of others. He went back to the room and got a few herbs. Tang Xiaobao was about to leave when Lan Nu beside him said, "Master, let me make some pills for you. Just mix them with water and drink them. They will work immediately."
"You can make medicine?" Tang Xiaobao was stunned.
Lan Nu said obediently: "Lan Nu is already a Spirit King, so naturally he can make medicine. I have also learned to make medicine before."
After saying that, Lan Nu actually took out a cauldron from his body. With a wave of his hand, the cauldron floated in the air, and a wisp of ghost fire ignited underneath.
The herbs were put in one by one, and soon the medicinal fragrance came out.
After putting away the medicine cauldron, the ghost fire went out and a crystal clear blue pill appeared in Lan Nu's hand.
Taking the pill, Tang Xiaobao's eyes darted around: "Can this pill cure his cancer?"
"Well, it will take effect in half an hour after taking it." Lan Nu nodded and said, "Unfortunately, refining the medicine this way consumes a lot of spiritual energy. I can't refine it often. I can only do it occasionally."
Tang Xiaobao felt a little pained: "It's so difficult, and you just give it to him? One million, isn't it too cheap?"
Lan Nu smiled sweetly and said, "The herbs for this kind of medicine are very cheap. They're everywhere in the mountains, so they won't be too expensive."
"Hey, Lan Nu, what do you think about me opening a pharmaceutical factory?" Tang Xiaobao repeated his idea and then looked at Lan Nu intently.
Lan Nu thought for a moment and said, "Master, as you said, it is actually feasible to use modern technology to make pills. However, the efficacy will be greatly reduced. It needs to be taken for a long time to gradually eliminate cancer cells. In the short term, it can only curb the spread of cancer cells..."
After hearing Lan Nu's words, Tang Xiaobao frowned and thought about it, but he couldn't make up his mind, so he could only put the matter aside for the time being.
He walked downstairs and saw Mr. Yu and Yang Chuncheng sitting on the sofa waiting eagerly. When they saw him coming, they both stood up.
Tang Xiaobao handed the pill to Mr. Yu: "This is medicine. After you take it, it will take effect in half an hour. I guarantee that the medicine will cure the disease."
Mr. Yu was skeptical, but he didn't care about it anymore. He just tilted his head back and swallowed the pill.
A moment later, Mr. Yu jumped up, his face flushed, and asked, "Can I use the restroom?"
Tang Xiaobao said with disgust: "Please flush the toilet for me after use."
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