Door-to-door dragon son-in-law

Chapter 1758 Not much time left!
After saying this, Wei Liang pulled the suitcase and strode away from the hotel.

At this time, Smith felt as if he had been humiliated.

At the moment when he was in a daze, Wei Liang had already left the hotel.

He looked down at the box of Jiuxuan Zaozao Pills on the table, feeling extremely angry in his heart, raised his hand and threw the box of medicines into the trash can, and said furiously as if venting: "What shit Zazao Pills, it's all fucking shit In order to treat my son, I spent millions of dollars trying various cutting-edge technologies! Even if the president has cancer, the treatment he can get will never be more than my son! After exhausting so much effort, he will be cured It’s not good for him, how can this kind of shit Chinese patent medicine be cured well!”

At this time, the public relations officer who had been hiding behind and did not come out to disturb the two hurried out and asked, "Mr. Smith, what happened? Mr. Wei left?"

Smith said angrily: "He's gone!"

The public relations officer asked awkwardly: "The meal is almost ready, why don't I serve yours first?"

"Fuck!" Smith scolded irritably, "I wanted to tell you a long time ago that your chef's cooking is [-] times worse than shit! If it wasn't for making money, my mother would have cooked him a long time ago. The rice was stuffed up his ass!"

The public relations staff was stunned for a moment, and never dreamed that Smith, who had always been a gentle gentleman, would be furious like this.

But he also knew very well that Smith must be in a very bad mood, and at this time, nothing he said could touch his bad luck.

So he hurriedly apologized and said with a smile: "Mr. Smith, don't worry, we will definitely replace the chef next time. At that time, we will invite a French Michelin-starred chef from New York to serve you personally."

Smith shook his head and said coldly, "No need."

Speaking of this, he became slumped, and said with red eyes: "This is the last time I will cooperate with you, if there is such a thing in the future, don't look for me again..."

At this moment, Smith knew very well in his heart that his son was hopeless.

Although he told Wei Liang just now that he still hopes to continue to treat his son with the T-cell immunotherapy worth 47 US dollars from Novartis Pharmaceuticals, he knows very well in his heart that the so-called cutting-edge technology is far from being the killer of cancer. It only has a good therapeutic effect on blood cancer and lymphatic cancer, but the effect on solid tumors is very general.

In front of patients with end-stage solid tumors, this kind of immunotherapy worth 47 US dollars a time is just like a joke, with little effect.

To make an inappropriate analogy, it is as if the wind can easily blow away a fart, but it is difficult to completely blow away a pile of shit.

In addition, he is now destitute, and it is difficult to scrape together 47 US dollars for the next treatment.

Smith usually has a high income, and his family also has a very comprehensive medical insurance. However, the medical insurance covers those treatments that have been officially put into commercial use and have been included in the medical insurance.

In order to save his son's life, Smith has been using his own convenience to get in touch with the world's top medical technology, even many medical technologies that are still in the experimental stage.

The cost of that kind of medical treatment is extremely high, and the medical insurance doesn't care about it at all, and it doesn't bear a penny.

So, over the years, Smith has invested millions of dollars in assets.

Moreover, at least half of them are gray incomes similar to today's.

Right now, he can no longer afford it.

What's more, he knew very well in his heart that his son's condition had begun to deteriorate rapidly, and blindness and deafness followed one after another.

According to this trend, one month is already the best situation.

If it is a little worse, it may not even survive a week.

In this case, there is really no need for him to continue earning such extra money.

The publicist was still thinking about how to persuade him, but he had already stood up, turned around and was about to go out.

However, after walking a few steps, he suddenly thought of what Wei Liang said before he left.

So, he also asked himself in his heart: "That Chinese man seems to be right. Why did he bother to fly halfway around the world and spend [-] dollars to talk to me about a bunch of shit?"

After hesitating for a moment, he hurriedly turned around.

Seeing that the PR person was about to take away the trash can, he hurriedly blurted out: "Don't move! Put the trash can down!"

The publicist asked in surprise, "Mr. Smith...you...what's the matter with you?"

Smith strode up to him, snatched the trash can out of his hand, then took out the box of Jiuxuan Reconstituted Pills, turned around and left the restaurant with the box of medicines.

At this moment, there was no sign of Wei Liang outside the restaurant.

Just 1 minute ago, Wei Liang had already taken a taxi and headed to the hotel he had booked in downtown Washington.

He knew in his heart that for an extremely stubborn person like Smith, there was a high probability that he would not be able to take it down.

Therefore, he must quickly find a way to implement Ye Chen's second plan.

That is to find a way to find a star who is a household name in the United States, and it must also be a star who has already suffered from cancer.

On the taxi to the hotel, he had already started searching for relevant information on his mobile phone, hoping to find the most suitable drug test subject.

While looking for it, he was still indignant at Smith's attitude just now, and couldn't help complaining in a low voice: "This man is really blind, he doesn't even believe in the magic medicine made by Master Ye himself, I flew 1 Many kilometers, I want to bring you a fortune that many people have dreamed of for a long time, but you don't want it, I don't know what you will regret in the future..."

At the same time, James Smith had already gotten into his car. He didn't rush to start the car immediately, but took Jiuxuan Zaizao Pill in his hand and looked at it repeatedly.

Because he couldn't see the reason, he opened the medicine box and found a plastic medicine board inside. Through the transparent material, he could see seven black and round pills inside.

He subconsciously pulled one of the pills out of the plastic plate. The moment the aluminum foil was pulled open, a strong herbal scent burst out from it.

Smith was startled by the fragrance, but his first thought was uncontrollably muttering: "Such a strong fragrance, is there any essence or aromatic substances added to it?!"

Thinking of this, he couldn't help being a little disappointed, sighed, put the medicine on the co-pilot, and drove to the hospital.

When she came to the hospital, her wife was sitting outside the ICU ward and weeping. Through the huge glass window, she could see her son lying on the bed with tubes all over his body.

Seeing him coming back, the eight-year-old daughter hugged her and asked, "Father, is brother dying soon?"

Smith hurriedly comforted: "Don't think about it, your brother won't die."

Speaking of this, he himself couldn't control his nose sore.

Immediately afterwards, he discovered that his son in the ward was put on a ventilator.

Although his son's condition is relatively serious, there is no major problem with his respiratory system, so he is not serious enough to need a ventilator.

Moreover, when he left just now, his son collapsed because of his deafness. The doctor injected him with a safe dose of sedatives, and he left by himself when he fell asleep. So he didn't understand why the child was put on a ventilator while he fell asleep.

So he hurriedly asked his wife: "Jenny, why is Jimmy on a ventilator?"

His wife Jenny Smith choked up and said: "The doctor said that his physical function declined rapidly, and his blood oxygen dropped, so he used a ventilator."

As she spoke, she couldn't control herself, and said with tears, "James... the doctor said that Jimmy might not have much time..."

(End of this chapter)