"I spent so much money to support you, but in the end, none of them are useless."
On the afternoon when Ye Fan cured Mo Duoduo, Zheng Junqing was like a mad cow in the eighth floor ward of Nanling CDC, smashing everything in the ward to pieces.
Dean Huang was also kicked several meters away, rolling on the ground in pain.
All the bodyguards and medical staff were silent. No one dared to stop or speak, lest they be used as a punching bag by Zheng Junqing.
After venting his anger, Zheng Junqing came to the hospital bed and looked at Zheng Shengzhuang angrily.
Zheng Shengzhuang's face was black, she was in a daze and was in great pain.
Ten minutes ago, three foreign doctors invited from abroad left. They worked hard to treat the patient for a long time but finally expressed regret.
They are really powerless against the toxins in Zheng Shengzhuang.
This is already the sixth batch of doctors. They are all internationally renowned doctors. Each visit costs tens of millions, but in the end they are all helpless.
Zheng Shengzhuang's survival to this day is entirely dependent on the Seven-Star Life-Extending Pill confiscated by Dean Huang.
But as time went by, the effect of the Seven-Star Life-Sustaining Pill gradually became smaller and smaller, and in the end I could only breathe a sigh of relief.
This also means that Zheng Shengzhuang will die at any time.
"Go and invite another group of experts to come. No matter what, we must save my sister."
Zheng Junqing turned around and kicked Dean Huang: "If something happens to her, you will be buried with her."
"Master Zheng, I have hired all the experts on toxins from both home and abroad. Now the medical community knows about Director Zheng's situation."
Dean Huang hurriedly lowered his head and responded: "These six batches of doctors can't cure it, and others don't dare to come at all."
"Now we can only wait for news from President Ling!"
"The blood medicine sect is very knowledgeable about biochemistry... no, poisoning. I believe they will definitely have a way to save Director Zheng!"
He regrets it now. If he had known that he was like this now, why would he want to take the credit from Ye Fan? For a little fame, he and Zheng Shengzhuang got involved.
What's even more depressing is that Zhu Changsheng took the opportunity to criticize the Medical Department for its inaction. Not only did he purge a bunch of Zheng family members, but he also suspended him as the director.
Zheng Shengzhuang's position was temporarily replaced by Zhu Jinger.
"Trash, spending so much money on you is of no use at all."
Zheng Junqing slapped Dean Huang directly:
"This time my sister was poisoned because she helped you. If something happens to her, I will definitely kill you."
Dean Huang covered his cheek and said nothing, but prayed in his heart that Zheng Shengzhuang would wake up.
"Um, um...ah..."
At this moment, Zheng Shengzhuang groaned, and then waved her hands in confusion:
"Kill me, kill me..."
"It hurts, it hurts."
"Junqing, kill me, kill me..."
The penetration of toxins not only affected her consciousness, but also caused severe pain in various joints of her body. It felt like countless embroidery needles were piercing her body.
"Quick, quick, give me an injection and give me medicine."
Upon seeing this, Zheng Junqing hurriedly shouted to Dean Huang and others: "Nothing can happen to my sister."
Dean Huang and the others immediately took action, hurriedly administering painkilling injections, and then administered three Seven-Star Life-Extending Pills.
After ten minutes of tossing, Zheng Shengzhuang finally calmed down, but her face turned darker again.
"Sister, you can't die, and you won't die. I will definitely bring you back to life."
Zheng Junqing held Zheng Shengzhuang's hand and spoke word by word:
"Ling Qianshui has already gone to ask for the blood medicine sect's master, and he will be here soon to cure you."
"If it doesn't work out, I'll ask my father and the others to ask the old priest to come out of seclusion. He is an expert in medicine and martial arts, and he will definitely be able to save you."
In addition to the fact that the two are siblings, Zheng Shengzhuang cannot die. Once he dies, Zheng Junqing's layout in Nanling will be missing a major pillar.
The empire he built while Zhu Changsheng was only half alive may very well have a chain reaction caused by Zheng Shengzhuang's death.
So no matter what, he must save Zheng Shengzhuang.
Zheng Shengzhuang, who had slowed down, said with difficulty: "Ye Fan...Ye Fan...be careful."
Zheng Junqing landed and said loudly: "Sister, don't worry, I will definitely kill him to avenge you."
He already hated Ye Fan deeply. Not to mention Zheng Shengzhuang's poison, even the conflict at the auction would make him cut Ye Fan into pieces.
Zheng Shengzhuang was more worried than angry: "Be careful about him..."
"Master Zheng, Mr. Saburo Miyamoto is here."
Just when Zheng Junqing nodded disapprovingly, the door was gently knocked open, and Ling Qianshui walked in with a middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man is not tall, about 1.7 meters tall, and has a thin build, but his eyes are very sharp, like a mouse in the middle of the night, and his whole body exudes a sinister aura.
As soon as he appeared, Zheng Junqing felt that the temperature in the ward had dropped significantly.
"Mr. Miyamoto is an old friend of the Sirius Society and a bronze-level physician of the Blood Medicine Sect. He is one of the few famous doctors."
Ling Qianshui hurriedly introduced to Zheng Junqing: "He has done a lot of research on toxins. When he heard that Director Zheng was poisoned, he came here without stopping."
Miyamoto stretched out his hand to Zheng Junqing and said with a smile: "Master Zheng, nice to meet you!"
"Mr. Miyamoto, hello, hello, welcome, welcome, no more nonsense."
Zheng Junqing stepped forward to shake hands, and then looked eager:
"My sister is in critical condition. Please check her first to see if you can detoxify her."
"If it can be resolved, I, Zheng Junqing, can do my best to satisfy you, as long as I can do it."
There was a glimmer of hope in his eyes: "Mr. Miyamoto, please."
"Master Zheng's business is also my business."
Miyamoto smiled strangely, then stopped talking nonsense and stepped forward to check Zheng Shengzhuang.
"This poison is really overbearing. Looking around the world, I'm afraid not many people can cure it."
He sighed: "Moreover, Director Zheng is in danger. Although there are medicines to protect his heart, he can no longer suppress it."
Zheng Junqing's eyelids twitched: "Can't Mr. Miyamoto resolve it too?"
Saburo Miyamoto did not answer immediately, but looked at Zheng Junqing and sighed:
"I have a way to resolve it, but I have to pay a big price, which is equivalent to my life."
He seemed very embarrassed, hesitant, and confused.
Zheng Junqing looked overjoyed: "That's great, that's great, Mr. Miyamoto, as long as you can resolve it."
"Please treat me quickly. Don't worry, I will make up for the price you paid."
He held Miyamoto Saburo's hand firmly:
"No matter what you want, I will try my best to agree to it."
Ling Qianshui also echoed: "Yes, yes, as long as it can be cured, Master Zheng will do his best to make up for your losses."
"Okay, with what Mr. Zheng said, I'll take care of it."
Miyamoto Saburo gritted his teeth and made a decision, then picked up the medicine box, opened it, took out a copper-colored syringe, and then took out a bottle of copper-colored liquid.
He used a syringe to draw out the copper-colored liquid, and then slowly injected it into Zheng Shengzhuang's body.
Three minutes later, the darkness on Zheng Shengzhuang's face receded.
Five minutes later, her pain was reduced by half.
Ten minutes later, Zheng Shengzhuang's breathing became easier.
Half an hour later, in addition to the increase in white blood cells, Zheng Shengzhuang's body index returned to normal, and her heartbeat was stronger than before.
"Great, great."
After the doctor checked and confirmed that Zheng Shengzhuang was normal, Zheng Junqing became excited, hugged Miyamoto and shouted:
"Mr. Miyamoto, thank you, thank you so much."
"You saved my sister, you also saved me, and you also helped the Zheng family."
He was very happy: "Tell me, how do you want me to make it up to you?"
"Nothing required."
Miyamoto smiled softly: "I just hope Mr. Zheng can apply for a permit for me."
