Take Arada back to the past

Chapter 841, Are you selling fake medicine?

"Sir, do you need service?"

Perhaps worried that he wouldn't understand, so they repeated it in three other languages.

English, Japanese, and even Chinese.

Moreover, they all spoke fluently.

Yang Xiaole sized the other person up and smiled: "Oh, what services do you offer? Did you graduate from high school?"

The girl looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and said, "It depends on what kind of service you need. I'm already 16 years old."

It didn't say whether they graduated from high school.

Yang Xiaole nodded slightly. The school system here is different from that in the mainland, but the total time is about the same.

Based on age, the other person will be 17 next year, and should be a senior in high school now.

In Russia, the marriage age was previously 16, but it was recently changed to 18.

Then he smiled and asked, "Is any kind of service acceptable?"

Hearing this, the girl felt conflicted.

Finally, as if summoning his courage, he said, "Anything is fine! But I have to be home before six o'clock tonight."

"Okay! How much is it for one day?"

"Forehead……"

The girl thought for a moment and said, "Three hundred rubles!"

After saying that, seeing Yang Xiaole's interested look, he quickly said, "I... this is my first time!"

Yang Xiaole raised an eyebrow.

To be honest, any normal man would have felt impulsive after that conversation.

Riding a foreign horse has become a status symbol for those speculators.

The woman in front of him, with both her looks and figure, could arouse a man's fantasies.

But it wasn't very appealing to him.

It's not fair to call him a paragon of virtue.

There are plenty of women in the company who are good-looking and have great figures.

If he takes on one after another, he'll be too busy to keep up.

Bringing himself back to reality, he smiled and pulled 300 rubles from his pocket, handing it to her: "Here's the money, come with me! By the way, what's your name?"

The girl looked at the money and quickly took it.

That's two months' salary for an average person.

She was just trying it out, thinking that if it didn't work out, she could still negotiate the price.

Unexpectedly, the man in front of me actually gave it to me.

It seems her classmates were right; the merchants from the East are all very wealthy and generous.

Then, regaining her composure, she said, "Sophia Wendia Ortiz!"

Yang Xiaole nodded gently: "Okay, from now on I'll call you Sophia, let's go!"

Sofia is a very common name in Russia, originating from the Greek word for wisdom.

After saying that, he walked forward.

Seeing this, Sofia quickly followed.

……

"This man is really handsome!"

"Perhaps this isn't too disappointing!"

"Where is he going? Shouldn't he take me along to enjoy myself? Or is he planning to take me home later?"

"What if we encounter danger? What if they don't let us come back?"

Sofia was lost in thought.

"Sophia, which high school are you in? What grade are you in?"

Walking down the street, Yang Xiaole asked with a smile.

Seeing this, Sofia quickly said, "I am a student at the Moscow Foreign Language Institute's affiliated high school, in the 11th grade this year!"

Yang Xiaole nodded slightly upon hearing this.

It was exactly what he thought.

A senior high school student.

Primary school here is four years long, and students can enter junior high school in the fifth year, making it a total of 11 years.

It's actually one year less than in mainland China.

"How are the results?"

Sofia was taken aback for a moment upon hearing this, then quickly replied, "Your grades are pretty good! You're always in the top twenty in every exam!"

Yang Xiaole was stunned for a moment upon hearing this.

He thought the other person's grades were very poor, but he didn't expect them to be so good.

The Secondary School Affiliated to the Moscow Foreign Language Institute.

It ranks among the top three secondary schools in Moscow, and the students here are generally fluent in a foreign language.

It's not surprising that he speaks so many languages.

Although this school is a secondary school, it has close cooperation with diplomatic agencies, provides opportunities for international exchange, and many of its graduates go on to work in diplomacy or transnational fields.

Many of these are in the financial sector.

"Then why don't you go to university instead of selling your body!"

Yang Xiaole is quite direct.

Sofia's expression darkened slightly as she said, "My family's financial situation doesn't allow me to go to university! Someone in my family is sick, and I... I desperately need money!"

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole nodded slightly.

So I didn't ask any more questions.

……

Is Mr. Spahr Chibeyan home?

Yang Xiaole arrived at a wooden house with a yard and called out to it.

After calling out several times, someone finally responded.

After a while, a plump, middle-aged bear woman came out from inside.

The courtyard gate opened, and the woman looked at him with a puzzled expression: "Who are you?"

"Hello! Is Mr. Spall at home? I'm the liaison officer from Lips Hospital. We heard that Mr. Spall's son is sick, and we're here to provide a medicine that can treat his son's illness. We hope to take a look at his son's condition."

Yang Xiaole was rambling on and on.

The woman was delighted to hear this: "Sbal isn't home, you can come in!"

She thought it was an American contacting her husband.

Although they look different.

In her desperation, she was willing to try anything and didn't care about anything else.

He quickly ushered the two of them in.

Yang Xiaole had prepared a lot of explanations, but he didn't expect it to go so smoothly. He also guessed that the woman might have misunderstood something.

However, he didn't say anything and quietly followed behind.

……

In the living room, the fireplace crackled and popped.

It's still relatively warm.

The woman led the two men into a room.

Pushing open the door, a boy of about twelve or thirteen years old was lying there, his mouth opening and closing from time to time.

This indicates that the other person has a breathing problem.

The boy's whole body was swollen.

Even with a thick blanket, I still felt a bit cold.

There are also radiators inside the house, which are obviously specially installed.

The continuous coughing made the other person's lungs feel like bellows.

Yang Xiaole already knew about the other party's situation while he was outside, and with the information Ivanka provided, he knew roughly what kind of illness it was.

It's probably something like heart failure.

Moreover, it was already in the middle or late stages; otherwise, there wouldn't have been so many complications.

No wonder he went to the United States for medical treatment.

Heart transplantation was invented in the 1960s.

However, the development of heart transplantation has stagnated because a series of problems, such as organ rejection after transplantation and the selection criteria for donors and recipients, have not been well resolved.

Until a few years ago, cyclosporine was used in clinical practice, and since then, heart transplantation has entered a stage of rapid development.

There are currently very few experts worldwide who can perform heart transplant surgery.

"Doctor, can my son's illness be cured?"

The woman looked at him nervously and asked a question.

Yang Xiaole snapped out of her thoughts and asked, "Could you tell me more about his usual symptoms? Is there something wrong with his heart?"

The woman was puzzled; since she had come all this way, why didn't she know what illness it was?

But it's not a secret.

He nodded slightly and said, "Yes, sir, my son does have some heart problems."

Yang Xiaole nodded slightly.

He took out several bottles of medicine from his bag: "This medicine is a company product. You can try it for free. It's a two-day supply. Take one bottle each in the morning, noon, and evening. Try it and see how it works!"

Treatment is definitely possible. His well water can indeed cure various diseases, but it will take time.

He gave me the highest concentration available.

Of course, this medicine can improve the condition, but it cannot completely cure it.

The woman looked at what he handed her, a look of confusion on her face.

"What kind of medicine is this? What are its effects?"

She wasn't completely blind.

Yang Xiaole explained with a smile, "These are cell repair factors that can repair a damaged heart."

As he spoke, he randomly picked one up.

After opening it, I drank it right away: "No one can drink this, there won't be any side effects. Your husband was probably planning to have a heart transplant, right?"

Seeing his actions, the woman also began to believe him somewhat.

He nodded slightly upon hearing this: "Yes, he is indeed planning to undergo heart surgery."

Yang Xiaole nodded slightly: "Heart surgery is indeed an option, but did he tell you that there is a rejection reaction after transplantation, and that donors are not easy to find, in addition to a series of other issues?"

The current 5-year survival rate is not very high. I hope you are prepared for this.

The woman was startled upon hearing this.

She genuinely didn't know about this.

He hurriedly asked, "Sir, what should I do about my son?"

As a mother, she wanted to grasp at the last straw.

They had already disregarded whether the person in front of them was a liar.

Actually, she didn't have too many doubts, after all, only her husband and she knew about the heart transplant.

"You can take this medicine for two days first. You should see improvement after two days. If you need it again, please contact us. Of course, this medicine is provided to you free of charge."

Yang Xiaole placed the items on the table.

The woman hesitated for a moment upon seeing this.

Looking at her son lying in bed, suffering and unable to sleep, she felt a pang of pain in her heart.

No mother wants to encounter such a situation.

There's really no other way.

My son has been sick for five or six years.

Over the past few years, they have visited the best hospitals in the entire Soviet Union, but none of them could provide a cure.

I've even tried all sorts of strange things, but none of them worked.

Now, as long as she sees even the slightest glimmer of hope, she is unwilling to give up.

Seeing his expression, Yang Xiaole didn't say much. He put down a company business card and said goodbye.

"Mrs. Spall, we have to go now. We hope your son recovers soon."

"Oh, okay, thank you for your blessings!!"

The woman realized what was happening.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaole led his men out of the room.

……

Mrs. Spall sent the man away and then returned.

Looking at her son, whose expression was somewhat dazed, she glanced at the medicine on the table.

After hesitating for a moment, I opened a bottle and handed it to my son.

The other party was unwilling to drink.

At the woman's insistence, she took a bottle of medicine.

Then they waited there quietly.

She was also afraid that something might happen.

At first, there wasn't much of a reaction.

Half an hour later, the pain and anxiety on the son's face began to subside.

It soon fell into a deep sleep.

"Cyril, Cyril."

Mrs. Spall was a little worried and quickly nudged him gently.

She was worried that her son might suddenly die.

Cyril groggily opened his eyes: "Mom! What's wrong? Is it time for medicine again?"

"Oh! I'm sorry, Cyril, it was your mother who disturbed you. How are you feeling right now?"

"Mom, I'm feeling great. I haven't felt this comfortable in a long time. My body feels warm and cozy, so I want to get a good night's sleep now, okay, Mom?"

Mrs. Spall was extremely surprised to hear this.

She knew what state her son was in.

Pain can be relieved with painkillers, but symptoms such as wheezing, coughing, and anxiety cannot be suppressed by painkillers.

So he hasn't had a good night's sleep in a long time.

He hasn't even gotten out of bed in a long time.

"I'm sorry, Cyril, it was Mom who disturbed you. You can sleep for a while, but you still need to take your medicine later!"

"Ok!"

The other person agreed and slowly fell asleep.

Mrs. Spall waited anxiously for a long time, making sure her son was sleeping soundly before she went to cook.

At noon, after Cyril woke up, he ate a surprisingly large amount of bread.

At this time, she also noticed that her son was going to the toilet more often.

With trepidation and hope, I gave him another small bottle of medicine.

The same procedure was followed at night.

……

That evening, Sbal returned home exhausted.

Mrs. Spall had just given her son his last dose of medicine for the day.

"Kasha, what did you feed Cyril?"

"Oh, a few doctors came today and gave me some medicine for Cyril to take."

"doctor?"

Spall frowned and said with some displeasure, "Kasha, please don't feed him those random things anymore, okay? It's making Cyril's condition worse."

Upon seeing this, Kasha quickly said, "Isn't this the American doctor you found?"

"The doctor I saw?"

Spall paused for a moment in confusion, then said, "The doctor I contacted won't be able to come for another three days."

"what?"

Casa was surprised and quickly recounted what had happened that day.

After listening, Spall frowned and said, "Kasa, you must have been fooled by those damned pharmaceutical salesmen again."

After saying that, he hurried over to take a look.

But when he saw his son sitting there, and who had lost weight, Spall was surprised.

"Cyril, why are you up?"

Cyril looked at him, a glimmer of light in his eyes.

"Dad, I'm fine! My chest doesn't feel as tight anymore, and the pain in my body isn't as bad as it used to be."

Upon hearing this, Spall looked him over.

I used to have swelling all over my body, but it has gone down quite a bit now. Although it hasn't completely subsided, it's much better.

"Kasha! Kasha!"

He hurriedly called out to his wife.

Kasha stood anxiously at the door, thinking she had gotten into trouble again.

responded.

But this time, there was no angry roar.

Instead, it was her husband's anxious voice: "Kasha, what did you feed Cyril? Why has he changed so much?"

Kasha then explained further and took out the potion.

It's actually just a bottle for oral liquid.

Spall looked at the medicine bottle; there was nothing on it.

There are only a few Chinese characters.

Life No. 1!
He had been to the ancient Eastern country before, so he could still understand these Chinese characters.

After listening to his wife's words, he took out a business card.

I felt conflicted.

He didn't rush to make a call; he planned to check the situation tomorrow.

……

After Yang Xiaole and his companion came out, Sophia asked curiously, "Are you... are you selling fake medicine?"

She speaks Chinese, so naturally she recognizes these characters.

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole laughed: "Why do you think that!"

Sofia thought for a moment and said, "Mr. Spall is very famous here. The best hospitals and doctors in Moscow cannot cure his son's illness."

(End of this chapter)