The Almighty God of War of the Female President

After word of mouth, the reputation of the wonton shop became higher and higher, and the number of customers increased, and the business gradually boomed.

Not many people know about the secret clinic above, but acquaintances, relatives and friends refer some patients to them, and only one or two patients come a day, sometimes there is not a single patient a day.

This morning, Ye Xiang was helping his mother as a waiter at the wonton shop below, working as a delivery man when his cell phone rang.

When he saw that Zhao Yihuan was calling, his heart skipped a beat and he couldn't help but glance at his mother.

After all, Zhao Yihuan is a girl, unlike Zhang Xiaoting.Her phobia was cured, she went out to find a job, and talked to a boyfriend, but she seldom contacted him, and seldom even sent him WeChat.

Why did she suddenly call today?

Ye Xiang liked Zhao Yihuan, and wanted to keep in touch with her, but was always held by an invisible hand in his heart.

Afraid of being heard by his mother and younger sister, Ye Xiang went outside to answer the call.

He opened the phone, and Zhao Yihuan's anxious voice came from the phone:

"Ye Xiang, I'm Zhao Yihuan."

"Zhao Yihuan, what's the matter with you? Don't worry, speak slowly."

Ye Xiang comforted her.

"My grandfather is dying. He is in the hospital. Can you take a look for me?"

Zhao Yihuan pleaded.

Ye Xiang felt strange, her grandfather knew about him, why didn't he come to see him, and only called him when he was dying in the hospital?

"What's wrong with your grandfather?"

Ye Xiang asked.

Zhao Yihuan was so anxious that she was about to cry:
"I went to the hospital and found out that it was lung cancer. I stayed in the hospital for more than two weeks and took a lot of medicines. The most expensive bottle of imported medicine was 40 yuan."

"It didn't work at all, but it got worse, and now the pain is so painful that I'm going to faint. Grandpa is so pitiful, just help me take a look."

Ye Xiang said truthfully:
"Cancer, I can't cure it. Sorry, there's nothing I can do."

Zhao Yihuan's voice became lower and lower, she whispered:
"My grandfather also said the same thing. He said that there is nothing that Dr. Ye can do about cancer, so don't bother him. However, I see that he is in too much pain, so I want to ask you to help me. Come and show him."

Ye Xiang said in embarrassment:

"Zhao Yihuan, it's not that I don't want to help him. I really can't treat this cancer. My acupuncture and qigong can't kill the cancer cells. Even if I kill it, it will grow again, which is useless. "

Zhao Yihuan cried out in anxiety:

"Just help me again, my grandpa raised me up, I feel sorry for him, woo woo woo."

She even burst into tears.

Ye Xiang's heart skipped a beat, it's rare for his granddaughter to have such great filial piety towards his grandfather, I should visit them.Regardless of whether it is possible or not, we must fulfill her filial piety.

"Okay, Zhao Yihuan, I'll come over and take a look."

Ye Xiang said:
"But I'm going to say it up front. I can only come and see him. It can't be cured."

"It's okay, Ye Xiang, you just need to come and see him."

Zhao Yihuan pleaded:

"My grandpa said, don't bother you. But there is still this desire in his eyes. His desire to live is still very strong. When I look at it, my heart hurts."

"You are such a good granddaughter."

Ye Xiang asked:
"Which hospital does your grandfather live in, tell me, and I will come right away."

Zhao Yihuan told him that he went in and talked to his mother, and then drove straight to the Municipal Third People's Hospital.

When he arrived at Zhao Yihuan's grandfather's ward, Ye Xiang went to his grandfather's head to see him, and asked him softly:

"Old Zhao, I'll come to see you. How is your health?"

Elder Zhao's face was wrinkled into a ball, his face was pale, his brows were furrowed, and the pain was unbearable.He opened his eyes and looked straight at Ye Xiang, his eyes were full of desire to live and expectations for him.

Ye Xiang's heart tightened, he felt guilty for not being able to cure his illness.

Elder Zhao shook his head and said weakly:
"Thank you, Divine Doctor Ye, I'm dying and I'm about to leave. It's hard for you, but you can still come to see me."

Ye Xiang glanced at Zhao Yihuan behind him, and said truthfully:
"Your granddaughter asked me to come. Alas, I feel ashamed. I can't cure your illness."

Zhao Yihuan pointed to a medicine bottle on the grandfather's bedside table, said with red eyes:

"This is the cancer medicine that my grandfather took every day after he came in. There is a bottle of 21 yuan in front, and the most expensive bottle is 39 yuan. This bottle is 8 yuan."

"The doctor said that these drugs are all imported from the United States, and they are currently the best anti-cancer drugs in the world. But I don't understand why such an expensive drug has no effect at all?"

Ye Xiang casually took out the medicine bottle and looked at it. The labels on the medicine bottle were all in English. He could understand 80.00% of them, and he couldn't understand some English words that were too professional.

A flash in his mind reminded him of a movie he saw online last year called "I'm Not the God of Medicine".

The story is based on the true story of a drug dealer in Wuxi, which is quite vivid.

This man was suffering from cancer, but he couldn't afford imported anti-cancer drugs, so he had to go to India to buy generic anti-cancer drugs, which only cost more than 5000 yuan a bottle.Although it is not as good as real medicine, it still has some effects.

Taking this imported anticancer drug is at least a comfort to the patient.He became a drug dealer, going to India to buy this kind of generic drug, and returning to buy it for cancer patients in China.

But looking at the dying cancer patients, he also realized his conscience, expressing the emotion that I am not the god of medicine, and no longer sell generic drugs.

Ye Xiang opened the bottle cap, poured out two capsules, put them in the palm of his hand, and couldn't help being surprised.

This medicine is fake!
Not a real drug from the US, nor a generic drug from India, but a downright fake.

It's no wonder that after Lao Zhao moved in, not only did he not get better, but he became more and more serious.

This fake medicine is useless to treat cancer, but has toxic side effects.

This situation is very serious, Ye Xiang's face changed.

Zhao Yihuan looked at his face and asked curiously:

"What happened to you?"

Ye Xiang said:
"This medicine is fake."

"Fake?" Zhao Yihuan exclaimed, "No way."

She quickly called Ye Xiang outside and asked:

"Are you sure the medicine is fake? It's not a joke, it's a matter of life and nature."

"for sure."

Ye Xiang said with confidence.

"Then let's go to the doctor."

Zhao Yihuan was so excited that his upper body heaved up and down, and he stared at him winkingly and said:

"Fortunately, I insist on letting you come. If this is true, I will ask the hospital to compensate us for more than 100 million medical expenses."

Ye Xiang saw that she was white, tender and young, with a curvy figure, and she was extremely charming, so he wanted to help her even more.

"Come on, I'll help you find a doctor together."

Ye Xiang turned around and walked towards the doctor's office.

Zhao Yihuan walked into the ward, holding the bottle of fake medicine in his hand.

Ye Xiang bent down and asked her grandfather:

"Old Zhao, did you feel dizzy or nauseous after taking this medicine?"

"Yes, once you eat it."