"Sang Sang, please read this report quickly. Someone is searching for the magic medicine for his family on the Internet - Dali Pill."
Qin Qiqiao was very happy when she saw this video on DouLe, "This blogger graduated from a key university... He actually believes in folk remedies and fake medicines."
"Daliwan, the name sounds like a fairy pill sold on the street stalls, and you spend hundreds of thousands of dollars to get the medicine."
"The comments below are all full of curses... saying that bloggers will do whatever it takes to gain traffic."
"I also think it's outrageous..."
Sang Sang was tinkering with the fusion substance in his hand, and raised his head in confusion, "Dali Pill?"
"Yes, Dali Pills... Everyone said that they need hand-sweat pills to be delivered to bloggers by express delivery."
Sang Sang: "No, you just said how much does Dali Pill cost?"
"One hundred thousand."
"One hundred thousand?" Sangsang's eyes widened, and her soft voice became sharp.
She started counting with her fingers, "One 199, two 199...five hundred and two 199..."
Sang Sang: It’s also Daliwan. How is hers worse than others?
Is there a possibility that what he wants is what you have in your hand?
——
Zhang Ran keeps his cell phone in his hands all the time. Family members of patients from several of his hospitals have formed a group in which they exchange information they have obtained.
[Have you heard about it? Is there any news about pills? 】
[No, the last few pills in Uncle Yang's hand have now been sold at sky-high prices, and some patients spent half of their net worth not even buying them.]
[Uncle Yang still can’t relax, maybe he can suddenly recall the information about the person who sold him the pills.]
[Zhang Ran, how effective is your online post asking for medicine? Do you have any clues? 】
【No….】
【Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuwhat should I do? My father's situation is very bad now. Why is there no news at all from that seller?】
[Everyone spread the news as much as possible, it would be great if the sellers can take the initiative to show up.]
And the seller they talked about, classmate Sangsang, was jealously watching the video of finding the medicine over and over again.
He murmured, very unconvinced: How come their Dali Pills can be sold at such a high price?
I never imagined that it was her that they were looking for.
"Ms. Chen, are the people in your country still in the ignorant stage? As we all know, the only treatments for cancer are radiotherapy, chemotherapy, or surgery, which cannot guarantee the survival rate."
"People in your country actually think that this powerful pill called Dali Pill can save their lives?"
"My God, this is another ancient witchcraft in your country...hahaha..."
George held up his mobile phone and showed the video of asking for medicine that had been transferred from the Internet in front of all the students in the class.
"I heard that your mother is also sick. Why don't you go up and post a video like this? Maybe the witchcraft in your country can really save your mother."
George's tone was full of malice, and his eyes were filled with hatred for Classmate Chen.
Nothing else, why did Miss Chen have a face from Daxia?
George deliberately read the comments under the video loudly, "Are all the people in Daxia crazy? If ancient witchcraft can really save them, why would they come here shamelessly to seize our medical resources?"
"We, the United States, are the most advanced country in the world. How can people in Great Xia have a cure for a disease that even our country cannot conquer? This is the biggest joke I have heard this year."
George put away his cell phone triumphantly and deliberately asked Chen Zhijun: "Ms. Chen, what do you think of this?"
Chen Zhijun said, neither humble nor arrogant: "The inherited medical skills of Daxia are not the witchcraft you say."
"Thousands of years ago, our ancestors in Bactria had already begun to explore the human body, before Western medicine was developed."
"In the middle, there were gaps in our inheritance, but thanks to the efforts of tens of thousands of Daxia ancestors, we have made it all the way to the present. It is inevitable that there will be some disease, but it also has a charm that Western medicine cannot match."
George: "You have said so much, so are you sure that Daxia has conquered the difficult subject of cancer?"
Chen Zhijun was silent, and in the end he could only say, "No."
Although he wanted to shout loudly that some aspects of Daxia's ancient medical skills were so exquisite that Western medicine could not match them, but for timely treatment effects, he really could not say without conscience that Daxia's ancient medical skills were superior to Western medicine.
Finally, amidst laughter, Chen Zhijun dragged his exhausted body back home.
When he opened the door, he tried his best to smile and not bring home the emotions outside.
What was rare was that his mother was sitting on the sofa instead of lying on the bed.
Not sure if it was an illusion, but he actually saw a trace of blood on his mother's face.
Compared with the lifeless appearance she suffered from illness in the past, she is much more energetic now.
And his father's face lost a trace of sadness, and he actually smiled when he saw him coming back, "Zhijun is back."
Chen Zhijun was a little surprised. How long had it been since the warm scene of a family appeared?
Since their mother became ill, their laughter and laughter have left them, and their father has been looking sad all day long, never leaving his hand on cigarettes.
"Mom and Dad, what are you doing..."
"Zhijun, we are ready to go back."
Chen Zhijun was anxious, "Don't give up. Didn't Dr. Hans say that we might try a new treatment plan?"
Seeing that his son was about to cry in a hurry, Chen's father stopped teasing him and said, "You misunderstood. We went back because your mother has recovered from her illness."
Chen Zhijun:???
Has his father finally been tortured and gone crazy?
Mother Chen smiled and patted her husband, and said without any hesitation: "It was your aunt who snatched a certain pill at a high price..."
Chen Zhijun didn't know what was going on, so he blurted out, "Dali Pill."
"Yes, it's Dali Pill. It has a weird name, but after taking it, I did become stronger and my mental outlook improved a lot."
"Your aunt said it could cure my cancer, but I didn't believe it at first... But your aunt spent so much money, I feel sorry for her if I don't take it."
"Then I ate...and guess what, I went to the hospital for a checkup today. My body is repairing itself quickly. The cancer cells in my body are gone. Although I am still weak, I feel more relaxed than ever."
Father Chen laughed loudly, "You didn't see Dr. Hans's ghostly look."
"Especially his contemptuous assistant who keeps chasing us asking questions."
"Then your mother told them that we took a pill from Daxia that was refined using ancient medical techniques."
"Oh, it's Daxia's witchcraft that they despise. It's healing."
Chen Zhijun:….
He dug out the video that George had sent to him specifically to disgust him, and watched it several times.
He looked stunned and said, "No, I didn't expect it to be true."
Suddenly Chen's father said seriously: "We have to leave as soon as possible. If it's later, it will be too late."
"I'm afraid they know your mother is in such a condition and won't allow her to leave..."
On the second day after Chen Zhijun and his family set off to fly to the motherland, a group of people came to their residence.
