Fairy Gourd Farm

Chapter 807 ALS

The next day, Zhao Lei met Abdul's relative, who claimed to be Aziz. He was pale, spoke weakly, and no matter what he did, he was very stiff, making people feel like a puppet.

Abdul looked at Aziz with a sad face, and said to Zhao Lei worriedly: "His condition is getting worse and worse, he almost fell when he went out this morning, my friend, help him quickly Bar!"

Aziz also said expectantly: "Mr. Zhao Lei, listen to Mr. Abdul... Abdul said that you are a very high-level famous doctor. Whether I can live or not depends on you."

Zhao Lei shook his head with a smile and said, "I can't name a famous doctor, I'll do my best. The hospital said what disease you have, how do you feel now?"

Aziz said: "I discovered myself two years ago..."

Seeing that Aziz was going to start from the beginning, Abdul reminded him in a low voice: "Don't be wordy, focus on the main point, Zhao Lei is very busy, and I don't have time to listen to your story."

"Yes, yes, no problem!" Aziz quickly agreed, and told Zhao Lei with a smile on his face: "The doctor diagnosed me with amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, which is what everyone usually calls ALS! "

In all honesty, Zhao Lei really didn't know the scientific name of the disease, but when Aziz mentioned ALS, he immediately understood.People suffering from this disease will have stiff limbs, gradually lose their ability to move, and finally die of respiratory failure. The famous scientist Hawking suffered from this disease.

This also made Zhao Lei understand, no wonder Aziz looks like a puppet, obviously because of this disease.

In fact, to Zhao Lei, it doesn't matter what kind of disease Aziz has.Anyway, there is no disease that cannot be cured by one drop of elixir, if one drop is not enough, then two drops of elixir!
But frostbite is a well-known terminal illness all over the world, and so many medical experts are helpless about it. If Zhao Lei said without hesitation that he can cure this disease, it would be too high-profile, and it would definitely not be a good thing for him.

So after hearing Aziz's words, Zhao Lei pretended to be embarrassed on purpose, and did not speak for a while.

Aziz was a little anxious, and couldn't help but whispered to Zhao Lei: "Mr. Zhao, my illness..."

Before Aziz finished speaking, Abdul interrupted him in a deep voice: "Aziz, don't disturb Mr. Zhao, he is thinking about your condition!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Aziz immediately nodded kindly and said, "I'm sorry, Abdul... Abdul!"

Zhao Lei looked at Aziz curiously, feeling that his behavior was a bit strange.

According to Abdul, Aziz is his relative, and he is also a rich man.It stands to reason that such a person would not dare to be so timid and cautious.Especially when facing Abdul, he was even more trembling. It was like a subordinate meeting his boss, not like a relative at all.

But Zhao Lei just felt a little strange, and didn't take it to heart.The customs and habits of each place are different, maybe it is such a tradition here?

Zhao Lei waited for a while, and then said to Aziz: "This disease is not curable, and I am not sure that it can be cured. How about it, first give you a pulse, and then I will give you a prescription Take it for three days and see the effect."

"Thank you Mr. Zhao!" Aziz thanked repeatedly and asked Zhao Lei to take his pulse.

Zhao Lei showed the air of an old Chinese doctor, and pretended to feel Aziz's pulse, then nodded to him and said, "Go back first, and come to get the medicine tomorrow!"

"Okay, okay." Aziz stood up with difficulty, and then asked Zhao Lei in a low voice: "Mr. Zhao, the medical fee..."

Zhao Lei said indifferently: "Your illness is not curable, and the price of the medicine is not cheap. I estimate it will be around 50 million US dollars."

Aziz was taken aback by the price, and subconsciously looked at Abdul.Seeing that Abdul nodded calmly, he said to Zhao Lei: "As long as my illness can be cured, I am willing to pay no matter how much it is. I will write a check now!"

Zhao Lei shook his head with a smile and said: "Abdul knows my rules, don't read advertisements to see the curative effect, and I will only collect money when your illness is cured."

Abdul also smiled and said, "That's true, Zhao Lei is the most honest person I've ever met!"

Since both Zhao Lei and Abdul said so, Aziz no longer insisted on writing the check, and left with Abdul with a grateful face.

After the two left, Zhao Lei found a guide, went to a local market, and bought a lot of messy herbs.Zhao Lei couldn't even name many herbs among them, but that wasn't important.Anyway, Zhao Lei bought these herbs just as a cover, and he would not really give them to Aziz.

After returning to the hotel, Zhao Lei asked the waiter to take all the herbs to the kitchen to cook together.Knowing that the guests staying in the royal suite are distinguished guests, the waiter carefully followed Zhao Lei's instructions, and quickly brought him the boiled liquid medicine.

After the waiter left, Zhao Lei directly poured the liquid medicine into the toilet.Then some spring water was filled from the gourd space, a drop of fairy dew was added to it, and the medicine for Aziz was considered complete.

This small bottle of medicine is worth 50 U.S. dollars. In Zhao Lei's opinion, the drops of fairy dew consumed are quite worth it.

Abdul came to Zhao Lei the next day and told him that Aziz's illness had flared up and he couldn't walk at all, so he had to ask Abdul to get the medicine.

Zhao Lei didn't care about this, and handed the medicine to Abdul and said, "Tell Aziz, take this bottle of medicine in three days. If everything goes well, you will see the effect after three days."

"Great, thank you on behalf of Aziz!" Abdul took the medicine carefully, and said to Zhao Lei with some embarrassment: "My friend, can you stay for three more days to wait for Aziz's return?" Will you go back when your condition improves?"

Zhao Lei wondered: "The Chinese New Year is only a few days away, and I have to go back before the festival."

Abdul quickly said: "You don't have to worry about it. I will send you a private jet to take you back in three days. It will definitely not delay your holiday!"

Abdul has already talked about this point, and Zhao Lei can't refuse. He nodded slightly and said, "Okay, then wait another three days!"

Obtaining Zhao Lei's promise, Abdul was very happy, and left in a hurry with the medicine for Aziz.

However, Abdul did not immediately go to Aziz, but went straight to the prince's mansion, and met a tall and very handsome man in an extremely luxurious office.

Abdul bowed deeply to the man, and said respectfully, "Your Highness, the medicine for Aziz has been received."

(End of this chapter)