He blinked his eyes. There is such a good thing. 500 million US dollars are given to treat a brain cancer patient.
The captain's mind was working quickly. It seemed that China had a way to cure cancer, and this news had spread to the Eagle.
The Chinese people who received treatment with low-level genetic drugs were only charged a symbolic fee of 10,000 Chinese yuan. Should we accept Mr. John's 500 million donation? If not, how much should this low-level genetic drug cost?
However, the director said: "Cancer is a global problem. In China..."
The next moment, John interrupted the elder and said, "I have a source who knows that you Chinese have a drug to cure cancer. Please be sure to agree to the request of an elderly man. My son is dying."
After he finished speaking, John bowed deeply, his white hair fluttering in the wind, looking very sad.
Seeing this situation, Director J couldn't refuse directly. He changed the subject and said, "I'm not trying to refuse you. I mean, this potion is too precious. We Chinese don't have enough people to buy it. I need to hold a meeting to discuss whether to use the potion to treat the Americans."
"Then you guys hurry up and discuss it, please, as soon as possible. I'll just take care of my son first." After saying that, he left.
Captain J㹐㹐 waited until John was out of sight before his expression turned cold. Still not satisfied, he made a "Pooh" sound at the air.
The secretary behind him asked in confusion: "Captain, what's wrong?"
The captain pointed in the direction John left and asked, "Do you know who that person is?"
The secretary shook his head.
The captain said coldly, "You don't know that John is the biggest arms dealer in the United States. He really doesn't want to treat his son's illness."
He turned and walked towards the office, nodding his head as he walked to his secretary, "I heard from downstairs that two bottles of medicine were lost at the cancer hospital, and a doctor is missing. Let's not worry about the medicine for now, let's find out where the doctor is."
The secretary replied angrily, "We haven't found him yet, but based on the various traces he left behind, we can conclude that this doctor is the one who stole the medicine and took it away with him."
"This person has always been a huge fan of the Eagle Sauce medical model, believing that doctors are highly skilled professionals who shouldn't be constantly busy like animals."
The captain was filled with anger when he heard this. What kind of medical model is this American medical model? Is it the kind of medical model that scares patients lying in ambulances into jumping out of the car?
Because I couldn't afford the ambulance fee.
The medical institutions of the United States serve the rich, not the common people.
Holding back his anger, he asked the secretary, "Are you sure about Yingjiang?"
"Sure."
"Then let's just ignore him. We'll tell the higher-ups about this and give them a headache."
When this news reached Leader No. 1, he smiled and said, "Treat him, of course not. We're international friends, right? But we don't accept donations. The medicine is limited, so you need to make an appointment. And the medicine is not cheap."
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The next day, John was led by the staff to the cancer hospital in Jha.
After an examination, the doctor took a look at the patient, who was struggling to breathe, with the X-ray. He then turned to John and asked, "There are two treatment options. One offers a quick recovery with a low recurrence rate, and costs 10 million Chinese Yuan. The other offers a slower recovery with an uncertain recurrence rate, and costs 1 million Chinese Yuan."
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