boyutpedia Chapter 412: Poison Blood Disease!
Chapter 412: Poison Blood Disease!
Chapter 412: Chapter 412: Poison Blood Disease!Nowadays, Ancient Medical is not recognized by the public or mainstream international medicine; Western medicine is the dominant force, and this is globally acknowledged!
Since Wang Chengyang had developed that medication, he had tested it more than once with the latest and simplest instruments, and no toxins had been detected. His test reports also fully met the standards.
But now, someone was telling him that the very Ancient Medical he despised the most claimed his re
"Inspect? How could such a thing possibly exist in this world? Don’t blow your own trumpet; you might not be able to back it up," Wang Chengyang didn’t believe a word Chen Wei said.
Chen Wei wasn’t in a hurry to argue back.
He turned his head to look at Sun Chengwan, "You have kidney stones, and you get migraines whenever it’s cloudy and rainy."
After finishing, he turned to an employee at the door, "You’ve caught a cold, if I’m not mistaken, you came down with it three days ago. If nothing unexpected happens, you should recover by this time tomorrow. You’ll need to avoid spicy foods."
"Your menstrual cycle is irregular, pairing three grams of Silver Moon Grass with six grams of Deer Antler Flower and one gram of Snow Heart Grass... Simmer it on low heat for five hours, take it three times a day, continue for three days, and I guarantee you’ll be back to normal."
"And you’ve had congenital heart disease since you were young. Luckily, it’s not severe. You should eat more..."
Seeing Chen Wei continuously diagnose each of the lab’s employees with various illnesses and judging from their expressions, they hadn’t colluded with Chen Wei to deceive him.
Their expressions were very natural, and upon hearing Chen Wei reveal their conditions, they all found it incredible, curious about how he did it.
Was ancient medicine really that powerful?
"Toxic blood disease is considered incurable by Western medicine, only manageable, and at most, you have two years left to live. I’m not wrong, am I?"
"Moreover, this disease is hereditary. If I’m not mistaken, your children probably also suffer from toxic blood disease and won’t live past forty!"
"..." At that moment, Wang Chengyang was completely speechless.
It felt as if a heavy mountain was pressing down on his head, oppressive, so oppressive that he was almost out of breath.
"Looks like I’m right," Chen Wei said with a proud smile.
"So what?" Wang Chengyang’s voice was clearly weaker than before.
"What if I told you that I have a way to cure toxic blood disease?"
With just one sentence from Chen Wei, Wang Chengyang was stunned on the spot.
It took him more than a dozen seconds to recover his wits, "No! Impossible! Toxic blood disease is incurable, even more terrifying than late-stage lung cancer. The Western medical association has been researching for decades without any success. How could you possibly cure it?"
"Sorry to say, but in fact, ancient medicine had already found a way to completely cure toxic blood disease six hundred years ago. However, due to issues with the disruption of transmission, many techniques of Ancient Medical have been lost, which is why today, ancient medicine has declined and Western medicine prevails," Chen Wei explained.
"Great Xia has a legacy of thousands of years of consecutive transmission. Do you really think it can’t compare to something developed over just a few hundred years?" Chen Wei asked Wang Chengyang.
"..." Wang Chengyang was at a loss for words, feeling like there was fishbone stuck in his throat.
"If you really can cure my toxic blood disease, no matter how much money it takes, I can give it to you." Wang Chengyang didn’t care much about his own life or death, the only thing he couldn’t let go of was his seven-year-old daughter, who was still enduring the torments of the disease.
Over the years, Wang Chengyang had always been searching for a way to treat toxic blood disease.
But he had never found any success.
Chen Wei was his last hope.
"You just insulted and belittled ancient medicine so much. Why should I have any reason to save you?" Chen Wei asked again.
"Aren’t doctors supposed to be compassionate? Besides, I will pay you, even if you want all my wealth, I will give it to you," Wang Chengyang answered.
"Sorry, I’m not short of money. Moreover, didn’t you just say that I don’t even have a medical practice certificate, that I’m not qualified to be a doctor? If I’m not a doctor, then where would the compassion of a doctor come from?" Chen Wei countered.
"..." Wang Chengyang was truly at a loss for words, as if a mute had eaten bitter herbs and couldn’t express his suffering.
He never thought his own words would come back to haunt him.
Bending his knees, one leg touched the ground first, followed by...both knees.