I have ten trillion licking dog gold

Chapter 705 Good Sword
The hospital has always been a place that is easy to feel depressed.

Firefly Medical Center is no exception.

After entering here, Maotu restrained his "aggressiveness" and stopped being so "targeted" towards Duanmu Liuli.

"I'll just wait here."

Jiang Chen reminded the other party not to waste time.

"It's all coming."

Cao Jinse, who can be said to count every inch of time and every inch of gold, did not leave, and led Jiang Chen and Duanmu Liuli to wander around the Yinghuo Medical Center.

"That's the scientific research department."

Following her voice, Jiang Chen looked towards the ten-story building on the right, and the stone sculpture standing in front of the building.

The brushwork on the stone carving is strong, engraved with a string of characters.

【I voluntarily dedicate myself to medicine, love the motherland, be loyal to the people, abide by medical ethics, respect teachers and discipline, study hard, work tirelessly, and strive for excellence.I am determined to do my best to eliminate the suffering of human beings, to help the perfection of health, and to maintain the sanctity and honor of medical skills.To save the dying and heal the wounded, he spares no effort to pursue persistently, and strives for the development of the medical and health cause of the motherland and the physical and mental health of human beings all his life. 】

Text is silent.

But deafening.

Jiang Chen stopped in his tracks and looked up quietly.

Cao Jinse also stopped.

The breeze is coming.

But what came was different from other hospitals.

Jiang Chen turned his head, "Does Miss Cao still lack a partner?"

Cao Jinse smiled, and shifted his gaze from the stone sculpture to him, "You have to think clearly, this is different from opening a casino, and you may lose all your money."

Obvious.

The other party understands what happened in Haojiang.

Of course Jiang Chen understands that this may be a bottomless pit, but in life, not every time you need to care about gains and losses.

"I trust Miss Cao's vision."

Cao Jinse smiled lightly, "I advise you to think carefully, you believe me, but I am not sure that I will give back."

Hearing this, Jiang Chen didn't continue to say more, and looked up at the research building again.

"Would you like to go up and take a look?"

"Don't bother them."

Jiang Chen declined the other party's kindness.

A few people left and moved on.

"I heard that anti-cancer needles have been developed abroad?"

Jiang Chen asked.

"Well, but the scope of application is limited. In the precise sense, the anti-cancer needle is not a needle, but a personalized and customized cellular immunotherapy."

Cao Jinse is indeed knowledgeable and explained: "For certain types of tumor diseases, it can indeed play a certain role, but you also know that the initial cost needs to be more than 100 million, and how many families in China can afford this money. "

Jiang Chen is certainly not a cynical person.

More than 100 million.

At first glance, it does look like eating human blood, but from an objective point of view, pharmaceutical companies need to pay a huge cost to develop drugs.

Moreover, the cost is more than tens of millions, which may be an astronomical figure unimaginable for ordinary people.

When people get sick, they go to the hospital for treatment in order to survive.

The same is true for pharmaceutical companies, which also need to survive.

Just like selling vegetables in the vegetable market, the high labor cost will naturally lead to high vegetable prices.

This is the obvious truth.

The price of the products researched at a huge cost is destined to be impossible to be "friendly to the people".

of course.

The general public wants the drug costs to be as low as possible.

For example, the so-called "anti-cancer needle".

If more than one million minus one zero is more perfect?
But there is a problem that cannot be avoided.

If the return is not directly proportional to the effort, will there still be pharmaceutical companies engaged in research and development regardless of cost?
No R&D.

It will never be possible to achieve a technological breakthrough.

More than 100 million anti-cancer needles are expensive, but at least if you spend money, patients within the scope of application can still be brought back to life, but if the pharmaceutical company does not develop it, without this drug, no matter how much money you have, the patients will still die. I can only wait for death with wads of banknotes.

There is nothing wrong with expensive medicines.

Pharmaceutical companies are not at fault either.

There is nothing wrong with the patient.

As if no one was wrong.

This is why it is always said that there is only one disease in the world, and that is the disease of poverty.

Cruel but true.

"So the best way is to improve yourself."

Jiang Chen answered.

Modern medicine originated abroad.

There is a level gap, understandable.

If you want to catch up, you need someone who dares to stand up, regardless of the pros and cons, and go through fire and water.

"Miss Cao is Gao Yi."

"Don't give me a high hat. I just paid for it. The real hard work is the medical staff, who are working hard day and night."

In fact, it is always a small group of people who change the times.

It is their hard work without complaint or regret that promotes the progress of society.

Just like Cao Jinse.

Just pay some money.

What an understatement.

But how much pressure must it bear to maintain the operation of such a gold-absorbing behemoth.

Selfish, mercenary.

It is the secular label that is habitually placed on the rich.

True.

Some capitalists do.

But just like doctors, no matter what industry, class, or black sheep, there are also people who are doing their best to contribute to others.

"I used to think that rich people are very smart."

Jiang Chen chuckled lightly.

"You seem to be a rich man too, and I feel that you are not very smart either."

Cao Jinse replied.

Both laughed.

After walking around the Yinghuo Medical Center, a message came to inform Donghai that the convoy had arrived.

Ai Qian lay on the hospital bed and was pushed out of the sterile car.

"This is Ms. Cao, the investor of this medical institution."

Following Jiang Chen's concise introduction, Cao Jinse carefully looked at the seriously ill girl.

Much more ordinary than she imagined.

"Just lie down and don't need to get up."

She comforted Ai Qian who wanted to get up.

Soon, surrounded by medical staff, Ai Qian was pushed away.

Wei Chuyin, who was traveling with him, glanced at Jiang Chen.

"Go."

Jiang Chen nodded.

Wei Chuyin followed quickly.

"At such a young age, the postoperative recovery should be very fast."

Cao Jinse said softly.

"Miss Cao can go to work first."

Cao Jinse, who was waiting for someone, was not polite, "If there is anything..."

She gestured for a phone call.

Jiang Chen nodded.

"Little rabbit, let's go."

A pair of master and servant left.

After being transferred to this hospital, Ai Qian inevitably underwent a series of examinations.

Check outside.

Wei Chuyin's mood stabilized a lot, and she looked at the "Taoist" who suddenly appeared next to Jiang Chen strangely.

Jiang Chen didn't explain, and said peacefully: "Persist for a while, and the operation will be arranged in about two days."

"It's ok."

Wei Chuyin was no longer the troublemaker girl she used to be, Jiang Chen didn't mention the eye-catching and stunning Taoist nun, and she didn't ask a single word.

The inspection process is quite cumbersome and takes more than two hours.

Jiang Chen and Wei Chuyin waited patiently.

suddenly.

The phone rings.

Jiang Chen took it out and took a look, it was Lan Peizhi.

"No. 28, Guxiang, bring her here."

Jiang Chen put down the phone.

"If you have something to do, you can go and do it. I'll just stay here."

Wei Chuyin spoke in a reasonable manner.

Jiang Chen glanced at her.

"Anyway, Ai Qian doesn't really want to see you." Wei Chuyin laughed.

"feel free to contact."

"Ah."

Jiang Chen got up, and said to Duanmu Liuli, "Let's go, I'll take you to find your senior sister."

Duanmu Liuli, who was taciturn like a stunning doll, followed him obediently.

The two left along the corridor.

Wei Chuyin watched, although she still felt sad, she gradually began to realize a truth.

Overwhelmed with water.

Broken mirrors can never be restored, and some things are past and can never be made up, or undone.

Drum Lane.

28 number.

Waited until the land.

Only then did Jiang Chen discover that it was actually a quaint courtyard house. From the outside, it was full of sense of history, and the appearance that was incompatible with modernization looked like the mansion left by a certain prince and grandson in the past.

Chunqiu Huafu is the first-class mansion in the whole country, but in front of this courtyard house, it may be insignificant, even Jiang Chen who is well-informed now has a hard time estimating the price of this house.

When getting out of the car after paying the bill, the taxi driver was not in a hurry to do the work. He parked the car and stared at Duanmu Liuli who was following Jiang Chen for a long time. Not surprisingly, he gained a lot of bragging and farting talk with his colleagues.

Walking to the door, Jiang Chen raised his hand to hold the copper ring on the door, and knocked on the door.

"Squeak."

The heavy door opened slowly.

Inside appeared a plainly dressed middle-aged woman with coiled hair and cloth shoes that were popular in Kyoto many years ago.

"Mr. Jiang? Please come in."

Ordinary people don't have many opportunities to see courtyards. Jiang Chen only saw similar courtyards when he accompanied Pei Yunxi and Luo Lier to Lu Xun's former residence in Shaocheng. Be big.

Lan Peizhi's strength is really unfathomable.

Winning such a house is not just a matter of money.

The woman was very quiet, leading the way silently, and Duanmu Liuli, who would have looked at her a few times, did not arouse her too much strangeness.

"Peizhi, after so long, don't you still want to go back to Gumeng with me? We'll be old if we waste any more time."

After passing through the front hall, he came to the main hall which was more like a historical drama. Hearing the sighs inside, Jiang Chen realized that he was not the only guest.

"It's useless to talk too much. If you have the ability, beat me."

It was Lampezhi's voice, flat and concise.

Jiang Chen's eyes changed.

Why does it sound a bit like the perspective of a bandit robbing his wife?
"Does it have to be like this? Peizhi, I don't want to attack you."

Lan Peizhi's voice was not heard.

The thick male voice sounded again immediately.

"Is it necessary for you to want to go with me?"

Lan Peizhi still did not speak.

Even if he didn't go in, Jiang Chen could feel the sudden tension inside.

"Okay, we haven't competed for many years."

Is this really a move? !
Before Jiang Chen had time to react, there was a flickering flicker beside him, leaving only a faint fragrance.

Jiang Chen was slightly stunned, and immediately hurriedly followed into the main hall.

On the table of the Eight Immortals, which can be regarded as an antique, there are several dishes.

Lan Peizhi, who hadn't seen him for many days since Haojiang, was sitting at the table, and a strong and mighty man stood not far away.

His physique is very similar to Liao Xiangdong, but his momentum is even more majestic, like a tiger in the mountains!
There was no third person in the hall, and he must have been the person who talked to Lan Peizhi just now. He said that he wanted to confront Lan Peizhi, but he kept standing at this time, motionless.

A wooden sword that had been checked by the police comrades was out of its sheath, and it hovered steadily in the air. The sharp point of the sword, which was no less than an iron blade, was aimed straight at his neck, within a punch's distance.

Jiang Chen held his breath and concentrated, his lips moved, but in the end he fell silent, and he didn't open his mouth blindly.

"Miss, Mr. Jiang is here."

The woman who led Jiang Chen in didn't know if she had a big heart, it seemed that she didn't see the tense atmosphere in the hall at all, and she was still doing her duty to report.

"You go out first."

Lampei said as if nothing had happened.

The woman turned around immediately, and left just like that.

Sure enough, people are divided into groups, and things of a feather flock together.

Everyone around this Blood Guanyin is different.

Although it is a wooden sword, Jiang Chen has no doubts about its lethality, if it stabs the neck, the consequences will be disastrous.

But the middle-aged man seemed unaware of his dangerous situation. He looked at the young Taoist nun who drew his sword, without surprise or anger, and there was a touch of emotion on his ordinary face.

"You have reached the age to go down the mountain."

Jiang Chen couldn't help looking at Duanmu Liuli.

The tone of the strange man clearly knew Duanmu Liuli, but Duanmu Liuli didn't seem to know him, the wrist holding the sword didn't shake at all, and his face was still holy.

Lan Peizhi had no sense of being a host at all, and had no intention of mediating at all. He sat calmly in his seat without saying a word.

"When I first met you, you couldn't even walk."

The ordinary but majestic middle-aged man smiled, didn't care about Duanmu Liuli's offense, and said gently: "Put down the sword."

Duanmu Liuli remained indifferent.

Lan Peizhi stayed out of the matter, so Jiang Chen naturally had no way to speak.

Seeing Duanmu Liuli pointing his sword at him all the time, the middle-aged man seemed to feel a little unhappy at last.

It's just that the brows were slightly frowned, and their demeanor changed for a short time, and the two of them moved almost at the same time.

The hovering wooden sword stabs forward suddenly, going forward without hesitation!

Jiang Chen's breathing unconsciously froze.

There was no tragic scene of blood splattering on the spot. The middle-aged man turned his head lightly to avoid the fatal sword. At the same time, he clamped the sword with two fingers inconceivably.

The castration of the wooden sword stopped suddenly.

The slight upward hook of the middle-aged man's mouth suddenly filled his plain face with an indescribable charm.

Immediately.

Two fingers together.

The sword made of unknown wood did not crack, but the surging power was transmitted along the blade, and the ups and downs struck.

Duanmu's glazed surface was like still water, so he let go decisively.

"Om..."

The hilt vibrated violently in a small range from left to right, hitting the air and making an endless buzzing sound.

After losing the strength, the young and stunning Taoist nun held the hilt of the sword again in an instant, and her wrist spun violently.

In order to avoid having his fingers cut off, the man can only be forced to let go.

Duanmu Liuli's eyes were serene, and she was about to continue attacking.

The middle-aged man shouted: "Stop!"

"Your senior sister and I are friends."

He glanced at Lan Peizhi.

Ke Lampezhi didn't intend to help him prove it at all, just stood by and drank tea indifferently.

The middle-aged man couldn't help showing a wry smile.

Fortunately, Duanmu Liuli still stopped, but the sword in his hand was still hovering in the air, motionless.

The middle-aged man's eyes fell on the tip of the sharp sword facing him, and then he moved forward along the ingenious and ineffective sword.

"Good sword."

(End of this chapter)