There's something wrong with me

Chapter 119...It's the Medicine God
"I wonder if this method can only be performed by Mr. Zhang alone, or if it can be spread to benefit more patients..."

"Boss Zhang brought Senior Li and the others into the operating room so they could observe and learn. I thought...we could learn too?"

"How much will this medicine cost..."

"If it's cheap, and if it spreads, it can treat more patients, and all terminally ill people who come to the hospital can be cured, such a medical boom... I can't even imagine it!"

"Whether it's a prosperous era or not, this is another miracle that Mr. Zhang has achieved in the medical field! It's a miracle in our medical field!"

Before the operating room door opened.

The bigwigs in the corridor were engaged in heated discussions and their anticipation for a prosperous future.

Because they have seen so many things in their lives, but what they want to see most is the relief and gratitude of patients and their families, rather than despair and discouragement.

They feel bad whenever they see patients and their families in despair.

And in the past hundred years.

They also clearly knew that some colleagues and disciples had experienced depression, numbness, not being understood, and personal suicidal tendencies.

These are common.

The long-term guilt of ineffective treatment can really drive people crazy.

But every time I cure a patient, I face the gratitude of the patient and his family.

They feel a great sense of accomplishment and even the same sense of relief as the patients.

As the old saying goes, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda.

They didn't save just one person, nor did they want to save just one person.

But it is precisely this desire to save people that not only makes their colleagues and disciples worried.

It also traps them in a cycle of depression.

Among the dozens of doctors here today, eight suffer from mild depression, and more than a dozen receive regular psychological counseling.

While they are treating the patients, it is difficult for anyone to save them.

Unless they don't work in a profession with a high incidence of depression.

But the miracle Zhang Feng performed today, although he saved the patients' cancer, also gave them a small dose of depression-relieving agent.

Moreover, Zhang Feng deliberately did not block the news and attracted them to come, thinking that this time he was not only thinking about curing cancer, nor was he just thinking about teaching, but also thinking about saving some of them today.

Give them some mood medicine.

Otherwise, with Zhang Feng’s current energy and status.

If Zhang Feng didn't stop Lao Liu.

Then today the troops must have surrounded the hospital and implemented a full military curfew.

They can't get in.

And at this time.

Outside the operating room, everyone was feeling relaxed and excited.

Click—

The lights in the operating room dimmed, and soon the door opened, and the patient was pushed out first.

"Grandpa!" The family members directly bypassed the bigwigs and wanted to surround the bed.

"Family members..." The experts knew that the patient needed quiet, but they did not know the patient's current specific pathological condition, so it was very unreasonable for them to stop the family members appropriately.

"No, the patient can't hear at the moment, and his vital signs are very stable. Let the family take a look." Zhang Feng then came out, also attracting everyone's attention, and said something that everyone was looking forward to.

"The operation was successful and he was cleared of cancer."

"It's a success..." After receiving Mr. Zhang's personal confirmation, everyone's emotions were pushed to the highest point.

If the hospital didn't need to remain quiet, they would really applaud and celebrate without caring about their image.

"Master Zhang!" When the family members saw Zhang Feng coming out, they wanted to kneel down without thinking.

"Hold them." When Zhang Feng saw their knees slightly bent, he gave instructions to the special forces personnel in the crowd in front.

Huhu—

Several special forces personnel had martial arts training and had been taking a prescription for strengthening their physical strength for half a year. Their physiques were different from those of ordinary people. With a single stride, they crossed a distance of more than three meters between themselves and the crowd, and directly supported the family members who wanted to pay their respects.

"Little classmate." Zhang Feng looked at a young boy with tear marks on his face. "I heard you crying in the operating room. Was that your grandfather?"

"Um...um..." The boy was still sobbing.

"Then stop crying." Zhang Feng said with a smile, "If you have time to cry, run faster and pay attention. Go downstairs and buy some millet porridge.

I won’t talk about post-operative recovery here, but your grandfather will wake up in about an hour.

First, let him drink some liquid food to warm up his new stomach and esophagus. Then, in the evening, have your parents make some broth or something with some meat."

"Okay..." Not only the boy nodded, but his parents and grandmother also nodded, and they took everything to heart.

Then the boy wiped his tears and ran out to buy food.

"You guys should also find a crutch." Zhang Feng looked at the other family members, "The effect of this medicine will continue to work, and the wound from the normal surgery will heal quickly.

I performed the operation but it didn't hurt him, and his bone structure will recover quickly.

It is expected that he will be able to get out of bed and do rehabilitation exercises in twenty days.

The doctor in the hospital will arrange massage care during this period."

"Master Zhang..." After hearing Zhang Feng's words, the boy's father did not look for a cane, but asked weakly:
"How can we...our family...repay your kindness...and what...are we going to do now?"

"It's easy. Go downstairs to pay, but let me calculate the price first." Zhang Feng took a 'quotation sheet' from Dr. Wu.

Zhang Feng has been preparing medicine these two days and has not read these.

At the same time, a special forces officer came over and handed over a file bag with a red "Confidential" mark on it.

This is the research quotation for "cancer treatment drugs", which is different from the hospital's surgery order.

When they saw this file appear, everyone avoided looking away, no matter how curious they were.

"No need to avoid it." Zhang Feng waved his hand and asked Dr. Wu and several 'official medical experts' to come over.
“When the documents are distributed, and you are the leading figures among the official medical experts, you will know sooner or later.

When the time comes, we will gather in a big room to discuss the price that will benefit the people, and it will all be a matter of appearances.

It’s better to know it sooner so that you can have a better idea of ​​the situation.”

"Hey, hey." They nodded and walked over, really curious about the price of the 'resurrection' medicine.

This is also why this medicine is so magical.

Did they see with their own eyes that after taking a bottle of the drug, people who were originally given only a few hours or days to live came back to life and became normal people?
Even from what Mr. Zhang said, he will be able to eat normally at night, and it seems that he will be able to get out of bed after the major surgery in half a month?

It is no exaggeration to say that this medicine is the 'Nine-turn Resurrection Pill' in reality!

At the same time, other "technical experts" did not come to watch.

Zhang Feng didn't call them either.

Because they are just technical experts, they don't have much say in official matters, and they are also the kind of "stubborn nerds".

I can't get along with them.

If you really ask them how much it costs, they are the kind who dare to say they don't want any money.

This kind of person is indeed a good person, but it is difficult to evaluate him.

And this moment.

When Zhang Feng saw several official medical experts coming, he did not waste time but opened the file directly.

Just glance at it.

It includes the researchers' use of rare materials, the production expenses of some bases, and various world-class instrument loss reports, etc.

This is equivalent to 'drug development research expenses'.

But this is not 'cancer treatment drugs', but the previous 'enhanced prescription fee'.

Zhang Feng didn't expect that the data on the first page was this, so he took the wrong one.

But it's a good time to take a look.

Look away.

Zhang Feng saw that the price of the enhanced prescription was more than 70 billion. The research on the synthesis of extraordinary substances was more powerful than most military projects.

The monthly salary of more than 300 scientific researchers alone is in the tens of millions, not including rewards.

This was after he took out the biggest prize, which was the strengthening prescription of inestimable value.

This is also on the list, with the price marked 'Unknown', followed by a sentence 'Note: The general manager does not give a price.'

The person in charge is yourself.

I definitely don't count money for my own research.

As long as the human body data is updated every day and you accumulate knowledge, nothing will be a problem.

Dr. Wu and the experts standing by were so shocked when they saw the report. They didn't expect that this project sounded innocuous, but was actually a huge money-burning incinerator?

They now think that this "tens of billions of levels" is a "resurrection" research.

But even if they misunderstood, they felt that this research was worthwhile!
Because it is a cell repair method and can be used to formulate some medicines for other terminal illnesses, not limited to cancer.

Any disease involving organ disease can be treated with this medicine.

Of course, the prerequisite is that the patient's physical fitness is below 15 and his own organs have not been "cultivated and strengthened" before the "replacement" effect can be achieved.

But if you really practice and strengthen it, you can also prevent most organ diseases.

Besides.

Doctor Wu and several other experts also admire Mr. Zhang from the bottom of their hearts and do not care about personal gains or losses at all!
The sentence "the general manager will not give a price" made them feel that there was a kind of "light" on Zhang Feng.

Such light, such fame, and deeds that lead to an extraordinary era.

Let them feel that there will be texts about Zhang Feng in all school textbooks next year.

However, they were not wrong.

Because there really is such a thing as a "textbook."

Zhang Feng also knew it.

A few days ago at the base, Lao Liu had already said that after this summer vacation, he would take modern history classes in elementary and middle schools, and asked for his consent.

As long as they agree, the relevant school department will start the revised printing.

Zhang Feng naturally agreed.

But I am also afraid that one day I will speak in public and say something simple like "Everyone should practice well", and this sentence will suddenly become a college entrance examination question in the future.

Then, the candidates have to write a profound and thoughtful essay of several thousand words based on their own plain words.

It was hard to hold back in that scene.

Especially when I have children and they take the college entrance examination, when I face this question, instead of writing thousands of words, I will just say "That's what he said, there's no other meaning."

In the end, I was given 0 points because my name was sealed.

That's even harder to hold on to.

at the same time.

After Zhang Feng was distracted for a few seconds, he turned his attention back to the report in his hand.

I won’t mention the tens of billions.

Because big data is always needed for training, the "research costs of enhanced prescriptions" and "research costs of cancer variant prescriptions" can both be counted as research expenses of the data center.

Anyway, for me, it's just a matter of signing, or saying something, and asking Lao Liu to sign.

Zhang Feng thought to himself, and under the trembling and admiring gazes of Dr. Wu and several experts, he simply folded up the first few pages of the list about enhanced prescriptions, which was equivalent to "rejection".

"Don't look at these."

Zhang Feng turned to the fifth page, which was about the "cost" of cancer drugs.

I remember every line of it very clearly.

The normal drug cost and the price of "synthesis of rare extraordinary elements" are added with the future loss of pharmaceutical equipment.

Finally, wait for half a month, or a few years, to achieve "mass production and maximum optimization".

One bottle of medicine that can treat late-stage metastatic lesions costs approximately 6.8 million yuan.

There are ten drops in total.

This quotation is just an approximate number, and there will definitely be some deviations in the actual operation.

After that, this medicine is not included in various insurances and official subsidies.

These are things to be discussed in the future.

"So many?!" Doctor Wu also saw this number and his eyelids twitched.

Several experts also frowned.

"Mr. Zhang, this... 6.8 million?"

"Nearly seven hundred thousand per drop? This price... it's... it's astronomical..."

"The magic medicine is worth the price, but... Alas!"

As they spoke, they sighed, felt distressed, and were helpless.

But after a few words, they all looked at the palms of the operating room staff.

He was holding a bottle of medicine in his hand, which contained the medicine that Zhang Feng had used on his patients before.

There was a dose of ten drops inside, and now there is only one drop left.

After testing, if the efficacy of the medicine has not been lost due to contact with air, it can be put back into storage and packaged.

Because one drop is worth 680,000, which is less than half a gram, but it is a thousand times more valuable than gold.

'Seven hundred thousand...' The person who was getting the medicine was now holding the bottle firmly, for fear of dropping it.

"More than six million..." The family members and others also heard this number, but felt dizzy for a moment, because they had already owed some money from outside for the previous treatment.

They are an ordinary family and they use imported medicines that cannot be reimbursed.

Although many people think they are overestimating their own abilities and look like fools, they just simply want their loved ones to live.

But now, this bottle costs more than 6 million, how can we get it out?
Faced with such astronomical figures, even the cost of surgery is not even considered.

At the same time, seeing how restrained and helpless they were, Zhang Feng thought of his past self and the normal life of people in the adventure world.

For many ordinary families, it is indeed difficult to afford this expensive medicine.

But the cost is indeed not a problem, and the price cannot be said to be inflated.

The big data center is directly connected to Tianting, and the requirements for digital accuracy in this regard are very high. It is impossible to be sloppy or just joke about it.

Especially since it cannot be mass-produced now, it can only rely on researchers and some experts to synthesize it manually, which will consume even more manpower.

This does not include the loss of defective products that fail to meet the standards.

If all of this were added in, there would be nothing left to say.

"Teacher...what's the price?" Doctor Wu and his colleagues are all veterans in medicine and are familiar with some of the ins and outs involved.

At this moment, they wanted to ask what the current price would be.

Even if Zhang Feng said 'tens of millions, ten drops', they thought it was normal.

But it is not beneficial to the people and cannot be popularized, which is a big deviation in direction.

Because this was not Zhang Feng’s original intention.

'How did you come up with so many numbers?'

Zhang Feng felt that this was a tricky problem and was thinking about how to solve it.

Also nearby, reporter Xia Cheng was recording everything, as if he was making a documentary.

In addition, some doctors heard the quotes and started talking in low voices again.

Among them, the words such as "millions of medicines, resurrection from the dead, fairy dew from the Yaochi Lake, and the ability to cure many terminal illnesses" point out everything here.

This medicine has not yet entered mass production, but everyone has unified the name, called "Yaochi Fairy Dew".

Through their conversation, the recorded video can restore everything that happened.

And now everyone's eyes are looking at Zhang Feng who is thinking.

If Mr. Zhang vetoes the establishment of this project and uses the funds for the Extraordinary Plan, then this patient may be the first beneficiary of the "Yaochi Fairy Dew" before the technological breakthrough, but also the last beneficiary.

Similarly, the cautious and uneasy family will also be burdened with huge debts.

"Mr. Zhang...how would you handle this?" Although the middle-aged reporter had experienced a lot, he was in an unspeakable state of tension today.

Because every keyword in the conversation, whether it was 'Ten Billion Transcendental Research', 'Yaochi Fairy Dew', or 'Resurrection from the Dead', was the first time he had encountered 'Transcendental Big News' in his life.

Just one of them is a major event.

Now, they are all crowded together.

And he knew very well that no matter what choice Mr. Zhang made in the end, as long as this video was released, it would definitely set off a huge public opinion storm!

The premise is to let go.

Most likely, the official is protecting the reputation of the "pioneer" and then cutting it off.

Although there are reasonable people who will speak up for Zhang Feng, there is no need to create conflicts.

However, Zhang Feng ignored them and fell into a memory storm, quickly flipping through the medical knowledge in his mind, trying to find a way to minimize the cost of the medicine.

At last.

In the spotlight.

About five minutes passed.

Zhang Feng couldn't tell whether he was helpless or relieved, he just said to everyone calmly:

"Current medical theory cannot significantly reduce costs while ensuring drug efficacy.

Our technology does not support it and our knowledge architecture is too weak.

But... dilution can reduce costs, but the efficacy will also be relatively weakened."

Zhang Feng thought quickly,
"Based on my current calculations.

One drop can be diluted into thousands of drops.

As long as some common medicinal elements are added, the deficiency of drug dilution can be compensated, but the manpower consumption will be further increased.

For example, ten scientific research instruments and ten researchers could previously produce ten drops to save a person.

But now, after ten drops are produced, they will be diluted into ten thousand drops.

In order for this diluted medicine to reach 30% of its main therapeutic efficacy, it would require at least machines, hundreds of thousands of medicinal materials to be extracted, and finally the manual labor of people.

But as you become more proficient, the cost will be infinitely reduced.

In theory.

The price of a drop of diluted medicine should be around 10,000 yuan.

However, 30% of the efficacy of the medicine can only eliminate the symptoms, but it cannot bring the patient back to life as you just said.

Ultimately, the patient's recovery still depends on his or her own postoperative healing.

But in the early and middle stages of the disease before it metastasizes, gastroscopy, colonoscopy, and minimally invasive procedures can achieve the complete therapeutic effect of 'delivering medicine to the lesion.'

As Zhang Feng spoke, he actually felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, as he felt that some things were not what he wanted them to be.

Even if it is diluted now, the price is ten times less.

But ten thousand yuan is a lot of money.

If you use several drops, it will cost tens of thousands or more, which many people may not be able to afford.

Add to that the unreducible surgical fees and related hospitalization and postoperative costs, and this is an expense no less than the cost of diluting the medicine.

This will cost tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands.

But if diluting the medicine was free, or if it could be compressed into a few hundred or dozens, it would be much better.

But in today’s world, we are helpless and cannot meet that condition.

This is not something that can be changed at will by one's own power.

It's not that you can change it just because you want to.

The ideal utopia is, after all, a fantasy utopia.

But when everyone heard that a drop of Yaochi Fairy Dew only cost ten thousand, they all exclaimed in surprise.

"Ten thousand is enough?"

"Mr. Zhang, is this true?"

"A life-saving medicine worth ten thousand?"

"If you take medical insurance into account, it might cost several thousand per drop..."

"Yeah...it's like a mid-stage cancer, the lesions haven't metastasized, and there are some organ problems. Just one drop is enough! It's perfectly cured for less than ten thousand!"
Most importantly, the increase in output will help cure more incurable diseases!"

Everyone was excited. They didn't expect Mr. Zhang to actually come up with a solution.

Today's topic and solution of 'diluting the magic medicine without destroying the main efficacy' will surely be engraved on the most prominent milestone in the medical field!
A 'magic medicine' for less than 10,000 yuan!

As long as the research is successful, it will definitely destroy the entire organ-related medical system!

Even the reporter was so excited that he thought of a title for the video: "Cheap Miracle Elixir!"

When Zhang Feng saw how happy they were, he didn't know what he felt, but maybe he was setting too high standards for himself?
Trying to do everything to perfection is actually a burden.

Simply, I don’t want to think about it anymore.

Thinking so much is useless except adding to your troubles.

Thinking.

Zhang Feng also regained his normal mood, first looking at the group of masters,
"I'll give you the recipe when the time comes. You guys organize the personnel and prepare it."

As he said this, Zhang Feng looked at the boy's father again, seeing his bewildered look.

"Just calculate it according to the new price. Go downstairs to pay."

After saying that, Zhang Feng was about to leave.

"The God of Medicine!"

At this time, a doctor shouted.

"Medicine God!" Two other doctors shouted immediately.

Zhang Feng glanced at them, waved his hand, and said with a smile:
"I'm not the god of medicine."

I am the God of War.

(End of this chapter)