Siheyuan: The prosperous era starting from being a doctor

Chapter 503 Good News and Support for Cancer Patients

half a month later.

Lying diagonally on the hospital bed, Johnson opened his mouth, and one of his servants was feeding him chicken soup spoonful by spoonful.

This was a gift from Wang Mengde in return.

Authentic Chinese country-style old hen.

This chicken lives in a farmer's house and eats nothing but insects, vegetable leaves, earthworms, and the like.

After Wang Mengde cured a patient from the outskirts of Beijing, the patient's family caught him at home in the early hours of the morning and rushed him to Guang'anmen Hospital through the night.

He was originally unwilling to accept it.

But who knew that the patient's son would abandon the old hen and then run away.

He had no choice but to reluctantly accept it.

It just so happened that when I went to treat Johnson, I gave it to this 'distinguished guest'.

"Whoo~~~"

She shook her head slightly, indicating to the servants that they didn't need to feed her anymore.

Johnson breathed a sigh of relief, feeling his body gradually regaining some strength and his spirits improving considerably. He was overjoyed.

Fortunately, I insisted on coming to China to seek treatment from Wang Mengde.

Otherwise, they would probably be exhaling more than they are inhaling by now.

Let alone drinking chicken soup, being able to drink water at all is a blessing.

"Go outside and see if Mr. Wang Mengde is coming over."

After a short rest, Johnson began to give orders.

At this point, he only believed what Wang Mengde said, and he only felt at ease when the other party came to check on him every day.

Logically speaking, they should have arrived much earlier by this time.

But so far, no one has been seen.

He began to feel anxious.

In the ward, the housekeeper heard his instructions, quickly bowed, agreed, and then turned and left quickly.

I waited for about half an hour.

The housekeeper was shivering in the cold wind downstairs.

Snot was running down my face, but I still didn't dare go into the stairwell. I just stood outside, tiptoeing and looking into the distance.

He knows his 'master' very well.

Knowing that if he dared to be negligent in the slightest, Johnson would not hesitate to make him disappear.

Compared to life, he felt that his butler, who had served him for over twenty years, was utterly worthless.

Just as he felt himself freezing, several figures appeared in the distance.

Wang Mengde arrived with several students.

"Mr. Wang Mengde, you've arrived. Please come in."

The butler jogged up to him and said respectfully.

"How is Mr. Johnson doing today?"

Wang Mengde asked casually.

"I feel much better. I just had the chicken soup made from the old hen you gave me, a whole bowl of it."

The butler replied, and as he spoke, he habitually began to flatter:
"It's all thanks to your superb medical skills. Even the top experts in the world's best hospitals were helpless. After only half a month here, she has already shown great improvement."

Wang Mengde was already used to such praise.

He quickly went upstairs and then entered the ward.

"Mr. Wang Mengde, you've finally arrived. Quickly bring out my treasured cigars and coffee, and grind them fresh right away."

Johnson, who had been resting with his eyes closed, immediately greeted Wang Mengde warmly when he saw him enter.

He chartered several planes to come to China for medical treatment this time.

Apart from a dozen or so servants, the rest were all kinds of supplies.

From small items like toilet paper for wiping your bottom and towels and toothbrushes for washing your face, to large items like refrigerators, washing machines, air conditioners, and even two cars.

"Mr. Johnson, how are you feeling today?"

Seeing his enthusiasm, Wang Mengde smiled, then sat down by the bed, taking his pulse and asking questions.

Judging from his complexion and appetite, he seems to be much better.

However, this could also be due to the effectiveness of his acupuncture.

The silver needles stimulated his appetite. Only when he can eat, combined with medication, will he recover faster.

"I feel a bit better today than yesterday. I just drank a bowl of chicken soup and I have some energy now."

Oh, and I haven't thanked you for the old hen you sent; it tasted delicious stewed.

Johnson said excitedly.

He hadn't had chicken soup for many years.

Before, we ate only the finest delicacies.

This time, I tried it out of the blue, and I must say, it actually tasted pretty good.

It seems that once I recover and go back home, I'll have to drink chicken soup occasionally.

Also, you should try some Chinese cuisine.

He decided that he would hire about ten Chinese chefs to serve him alone.

He came out of Johnson's hospital room.

Wang Mengde returned to his office.

"Teacher, we are back."

Just then, Jiang Lin and Qian Tong, panting heavily, pushed open the door and walked in.

"Tell me quickly, how is your advisor? Is he willing to come back here?"

Upon seeing his two prized disciples return, Wang Mengde hurriedly asked.

During this period, Mr. Pu experienced some health problems.

He was already in his nineties, living almost ten years longer than in the original history.

Besides the fact that their living standards were higher than before, there was also the effect of the 'Rejuvenation Pill' developed by Wang Mengde.

With long-term use and early retirement, I don't need to expend so much energy.

Therefore, he has remained energetic and spirited throughout these extra years.

However, given her age, she easily caught a cold during the cold season if she wasn't careful.

Although Wang Mengde prescribed some medicine and gave him acupuncture several times, he quickly recovered.

But this illness made him look noticeably older.

The somber and gloomy aura emanating from him made Wang Mengde feel uneasy.

He was very familiar with this aura.

It seems that my beloved teacher's time is almost here.

With this discovery, he prepared to have Elder Pu return from the branch hospital to this side.

In the future, I want to spend more time with my teachers.

"Teacher, the advisor doesn't want to come. He said that he's needed to oversee things over there, and there's no need to worry too much about his health."

Jiang Lin said with a grim expression.

He is now an intern in the Department of Internal Medicine at Guang'anmen Hospital.

Having studied under Wang Mengde for so many years, it can be said that his current level is higher than that of many attending physicians in major hospitals.

As a doctor, I could naturally observe Mr. Pu's physical condition.

"Sigh, it seems I'll have to go and invite them myself."

Wang Mengde rubbed his forehead and said.

the next day.

The new campus of Guang'anmen Hospital.

Wang Mengde led several people to an office in the internal medicine department. He gestured to his men not to come in, then gently knocked on the door a few times. After hearing a "please come in" from inside, he slowly opened the door and went in.

"Sir, I've come to see you."

"Mengde is here. Please sit down. The tea leaves are in the drawer. Make yourself some tea."

Old Pu put down the medical book in his hand and said with a happy expression.

This was his most prized disciple in his life.

Not only were his medical skills superb and his reputation widespread, but he also brought the Academy of Traditional Chinese Medicine to new heights.

Looking back, he was invited from Sichuan Province to travel thousands of miles to Beijing to become a member of the Chinese Academy of Traditional Medicine.

At that time, the research institute had only a few hundred people, including the cleaning staff.

Currently, the research institute alone houses hundreds of renowned TCM doctors and experts.

The subordinate units and hospitals have tens of thousands of employees.

Most of these are highly skilled doctors, and they are all very young.

The main players are all in their thirties, and there are also many in their twenties.

These people are not only highly talented, but also diligent and eager to learn, and each of them has a particularly solid foundation in medical knowledge.

He believed that these people, when they reached their forties or fifties, would be far more skilled in medicine than he was at their forties or fifties.

Seeing that there were successors, he felt that he had no regrets in this life.

"Sir, I've come to ask you to go back."

Wang Mengde got straight to the point: "I've made some new breakthroughs in my recent research, and I'd like to ask you to come over and take a look."

He knew that if there was nothing attractive about it, Old Pu would definitely not be willing to leave this place.

Therefore, he had no choice but to resort to special methods.

"Oh, what research results have you made recently? Tell me in detail."

Sure enough, Professor Pu showed a strong interest in research.

"Sir, I recently had a patient with late-stage stomach cancer, and the cancer cells had already spread to other organs."

When they first arrived, they had difficulty even drinking water and were kept alive entirely by intravenous nutrition. They couldn't even move, and speaking was very difficult.

"After half a month of treatment, he can now sit up and even walk a few steps with the help of others."

Just yesterday, he drank a whole bowl of old hen soup in one sitting.

Wang Mengde gave a brief introduction to Johnson's situation.

At the same time, he also revealed his secret recipe for pills without reservation.

This includes the compatibility of medicinal materials and the underlying principles.

Mr. Pu was completely captivated by what he was saying.

So the two of them disregarded everything else and started a discussion right there in the office.

They didn't stop until noon, still feeling quite unsatisfied.

They weren't feeling hungry, but rather they were about to burst from drinking too much tea.

After the water has been drained.

Back in his office, Wang Mengde addressed Elder Pu:
"Sir, although my research is almost complete, I feel there is still room for improvement. I would like to invite you back so that I can ask for your help at any time to conduct research together."

"Okay, then I'll go back."

This time, Mr. Pu did not refuse, but readily agreed.

In fact, he understood his disciple's true intentions.

However, as a doctor, one would certainly be excited to see a treatment plan that is effective against cancer.

Spring March.

Johnson stood downstairs in the intensive care unit. He squatted by the roadside, looked up, and carefully examined the magnolia flower.

He has changed a lot.

Compared to when I first came to China, there have been earth-shattering changes.

The most obvious change is that he can now walk normally, and he has gained a lot of weight on his body and face.

He no longer looked like a skeleton.

His weight also increased from less than 100 pounds to over 130 pounds.

Although this weight is still quite thin for someone who is over 1.8 meters tall.

But he was already very satisfied.

"Mr. Wang Mengde, I'm about to head back."

Thank you for your continuous treatment over the past few days, which has allowed my body to recover to its current state.

As the sun rose, Johnson stood up and greeted Wang Mengde, who was walking towards him.

He is being discharged from the hospital and returning to China today.

“Mr. Johnson, once you get back, you must not stop taking your medication. You also need to have regular check-ups and send me the results.”

Wang Mengde smiled and instructed:
"You can do some appropriate exercise, and eat a balanced diet. You don't need to supplement your diet too much; a proper and moderate diet is best."

Looking at the excited patient in front of him, he felt happy too.

Although the patient's body was not completely cured, the fact that he has recovered to this extent proves the feasibility of his treatment plan.

Next, we will continue with clinical trials.

Then, based on the feedback, the prescription is continuously adjusted.

He believes that good news for cancer patients is coming soon.

After Johnson and the others left.

Wang Mengde returned to his office.

He had just sat down when he received a call from a high-ranking leader in his superior department.

"Comrade Wang Mengde, congratulations on conquering another difficult problem."

This time, they've conquered cancer; it's truly remarkable.

Hearing the leader's excited tone on the phone, Wang Mengde quickly said:

"Boss, I haven't actually completely conquered it; I've just temporarily prevented the disease from recurring, spreading, or growing."

Moreover, this period is not permanent. According to my estimate, as the body's drug resistance continues to increase, it will relapse and spread again within twenty years at most.

The pills he developed, based on clinical trials conducted after Johnson took them, show that...

At the beginning, a significant number of cancer cells were indeed killed, but as the number of cancer cells decreased and the efficacy of the drug diminished.

After the number of cancer cells decreased by four-fifths, they essentially stopped decreasing.

and.

They will continue to expand even if the medication is stopped.

Only by taking medication regularly, at least three pills per week, can one maintain a balanced state.

That is, the number of cancer cells neither increases nor decreases.

"Hehe, if someone has a terminal illness and there are drugs that can extend their life by twenty years, that is a truly remarkable achievement."

Moreover, you have to eat one bite at a time, and do things one step at a time. I believe that in the future, you will completely overcome this ailment.

"That's what the higher-level leader said."

He learned about the situation from relevant department leaders, who said that Johnson had been discharged from the hospital and returned home.

It turns out that Wang Mengde had quietly launched such a huge 'satellite'.

This is cancer, which was recognized as the king of diseases before AIDS was discovered.

"Boss, we've only conducted a clinical trial on one patient. We plan to do more clinical trials to collect more data."

"Once the clinical trials are complete, the drug will be officially released to the public so that more patients can be relieved of their suffering."

Wang Mengde explained.

"Haha, okay, we'll do it your way."

If you need any support, just contact me directly. As long as it's available domestically and within our department's capabilities, we will absolutely provide full support.

The leader of the higher-level department said with great enthusiasm.

(End of this chapter)