After saying this, Wei Liang pulled his suitcase and left the hotel with great strides.

At this moment, Smith felt as if he was humiliated.

Just after he was stunned, Wei Liang had already left the hotel.

He looked down at the box of Jiuxuan Rebuilding Pills on the table, and was extremely angry. He raised his hand and threw the box of medicine into the trash can, and said angrily, "What kind of shit rebuilding pills are all fucking shit! I spent millions of dollars to try various cutting-edge technologies to cure my son! Even if the president has cancer, he will never get more treatment than my son! He can't cure him after using so much effort. How can this kind of Chinese patent medicine be cured well?"

At this time, the public relations staff who had been hiding behind and did not come out to disturb the two of them hurriedly came out and asked: "Mr. Smith, what happened? Mr. Wei is gone?"

Smith said angrily: "He's gone!"

The public relations staff asked awkwardly: "The meal has been prepared almost all the time, otherwise I will serve yours first?"

"That's the big deal!" Smith cursed irritably: "I've wanted to tell you that your chefs cook more than shit! If it weren't for making money, I would have stuffed all the food he cooked into his butt!"

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

But he also understood that Smith must be in a very bad mood, and nothing he said could not touch his bad temper.

So he hurriedly smiled and said, "Mr. Smith, please rest assured. We will definitely change the chef next time. Then we will invite a French Michelin-starred chef from New York to serve you in person."

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

Speaking of this, he became depressed and said with red eyes: "This is the last time I have worked with you. If you have such a thing in the future, don't look for me again..."

At this moment, Smith knew very well inside that his son was no longer saved.

Although he just told Wei Liang that he still hoped to continue to do the $470,000 T-cell immunotherapy for his son, he knew very well that the so-called cutting-edge technology is far from being the nemesis of cancer. It only has good therapeutic effects on blood cancer and lymphatic cancer, but its effect on solid tumors is very average.

In front of patients with end-stage solid tumors, this immunotherapy worth $470,000 per time is just like a joke, with minimal effect.

To give an inappropriate analogy, it is like the wind can easily blow away a fart, but it is difficult to completely blow away a piece of shit.

In addition, he is now barely stolen and it is difficult for him to raise $470,000 to undergo the next treatment.

Smith usually has a high income and the family has very complete medical insurance. However, the medical insurance covers all treatment methods that have been officially put into commercial use and have been included in the medical insurance recipients.

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, and even many medical technology that are still in the experimental stage.

That kind of medical method is extremely costly, and I don’t care about medical insurance at all, and I don’t bear a penny.

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

Moreover, at least half of these are gray incomes similar to today.

At present, he is no longer able to bear it.

What's more, he knew very well that his son's condition had begun to take a sharp turn, blindness and deafness followed one after another.

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

A little worse, maybe I can't even survive for a week.

In this case, he really has no need to continue to make such extra money.

The public relations officer was still thinking about how to persuade him, but he had already stood up and turned around and was about to walk out.

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

So he also asked himself in his heart: "What the Chinese man said seems to be right. Why did he spend a lot of effort to fly over half of the earth and spend 50,000 US dollars to come to me and tell me a bunch of shit?"

After hesitating for a moment, he hurriedly turned around.

Seeing that the public relations officer was about to take the trash can, he hurriedly blurted out: "Don't move! Put down the trash can!"

The public relations officer asked in surprise: "Mr. Smith...you...what is wrong with you?"

Smith strode to him, snatched the trash can from him, then took out the box of Jiuxuan Re-making Pills, turned around and left the restaurant with the box of medicine.

At this time, Wei Liang was gone outside the restaurant.

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

He knew in his heart that a stubborn person like Smith would probably not be able to get it.

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

That is to find a household name in the United States and must also be a star who is already suffering from cancer.

In 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 searching, he was still indignant of Smith's attitude just now, and couldn't help but complain in a low voice: "This person is really blind and doesn't even believe the magic medicine that Master Ye has refined. I flew more than 10,000 kilometers and wanted to bring you a fortune that many people have been dreaming of for a long time, but you don't want it. I really don't know what you will regret in the future..."

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

Because he couldn't tell anything, he opened the medicine box and found that it was a plastic medicine board. Through the transparent material, he could see seven black and round pills placed inside.

He subconsciously picked one of the pills out of the plastic board. When the aluminum foil was cut open, a strong herb fragrance suddenly burst out from it.

Smith was shocked by the fragrance, but his first thought was that he couldn't help but mutter: "With such a heavy fragrance, is there any added fragrance or aromatic substances to it?"

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, sighed, put the medicine in the passenger seat, and drove to the hospital.

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

When his eight-year-old daughter saw him come back, she hugged her and asked, "Dad, are you going to die?"

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

Speaking of this, he could not control his nose's soreness.

Immediately afterwards, he discovered that his son in the ward had been used on a ventilator.

Although his son's condition is relatively serious, he does not have much problem with his respiratory system, so he is not as serious as he needs to use a ventilator.

Moreover, when he left just now, his son was a little deaf due to deafness. The doctor injected him with a safe dose of sedatives. He fell asleep and left, so he didn't understand why the child had to go on a ventilator while sleeping.

So he hurriedly asked his wife: "Jenny, why did Jimmy use a ventilator?"

His wife, Jenny Smith, swallowed even more: "The doctor said that his body function had declined very quickly and his blood oxygen decreased, so he used a ventilator."
Chapter completed!