She wants to buy beauty medicine, and you turn her into a succubus?

Chapter 170 Special Medicine

Port Angeles Hospital, top floor, intensive care unit.

White ceiling, white walls, white sheets.

The whiteness all around is as pale as a man's heart.

He lay on the bed with lifeless eyes.

Pancreatic cancer is in the late stage and life is coming to an end.

The door of the room was pushed open, and my sister came in with hot dishes and a sweet smile on her face.

If there weren't those tear marks, the smile would have been very sincere.

"Come, try it and see if my cooking skills have improved."

He got up, held the lunch box and ate it in big mouthfuls.

There was only millet porridge in the lunch box.

Patients with severe pancreatic disease need to fast. The man didn't eat anything for a week before the operation and didn't drink a drop of water for a week after the operation.

Today the doctor gave me a gift and I can have some millet porridge.

However, millet porridge will be the only food left for men from now on.

The man finished his meal and smiled gently:

"Thank you."

My sister was cleaning up the dishes and said casually:
"How about you try the special medicine?"

The man paused and his brows slowly frowned.

The three words "miracle medicine" made him confused.

A month ago, Port Angeles Hospital suddenly launched a charity project to recruit patients with various difficult and complicated diseases and major illnesses.

This has become good news for many patients who have no money to treat their illnesses.

With the mentality of giving it a try, he was admitted to Port Angeles Hospital.

As promised, Port Angeles Hospital also waived all fees for patients included in the charity program.

The treatment for pancreatic cancer is the same as in ordinary hospitals, which is to remove the pancreas.

Patients with advanced pancreatic cancer have a maximum life expectancy of two years after their pancreas is removed.

Even though he only had two years to live, the man was grateful to Port Angeles Hospital. But a few days ago, the hospital staff said there was a special medicine and asked if he wanted to try it.

Men don't believe it.

The pancreas has been removed, where can we get the special medicine?

This is not just about treating pancreatic cancer!
If this kind of medicine really exists, it would definitely be used by important figures in the country. How could it be his turn?

The younger sister waved her hand in front of his eyes:

"Are you listening to me?"

The man showed a trace of helplessness on his face and said:

“There is no miracle cure in this world.

I feel like Port Angeles Hospital is conducting some kind of medical experiment, using us critically ill patients as guinea pigs.

Otherwise, why would they be so kind to do charity?

We can’t be fooled by them.”

There was a hint of expectation on my sister's face:
“What if the miracle drug is real?”

The man was stunned for a moment and said:

"Then I would like to thank them for my whole life and ask them to do anything, but this is impossible."

The younger sister grabbed the man's hand and pleaded with her eyes:
"The doctor told me that not everyone can take special medicines, and you just happen to meet their criteria.

What if this medicine is real? Why don’t you try it, just for me.”

The man frowned:
"I'm a biology student, and all these years of studying have taught me that there is no such drug in this world!"

My sister let go of my hand, with sadness in her eyes:

"That gentleman is right."

The man looked at his sister in confusion:

"Which gentleman? What did he say?"

My sister said:
"A gentleman I met in a bar said that the people who are hard to change are not the stupid ones, but the ones who have been fed with standard answers."

The man curled his lips and whispered:
"This is common sense. The teacher said that current medical technology..."

The younger sister looked at the man with tears in her eyes, aggrieved:

"How can you be sure that your teacher is right? Why do you think the world is so simple?"

The man fell silent.

My sister wiped her tears:

"It doesn't matter if you study well or go to a key university, you are too conceited!

I only have a year left to live anyway, so what’s the harm in giving it a try?

The doctor said that once you are discharged from the hospital, you can no longer take special medicine. "

The man sighed:

"Don't cry, okay, I agree."

In the evening, several doctors in white coats walked into the ward.

The man looked at the doctors with some trepidation:
"Are you guys getting an injection or..."

The doctor said expressionlessly:
"Just take the medicine, provided you sign a contract."

The man had already expected that it should be a confidentiality contract or something like that, not allowing him to tell anyone about his medication.

As expected, are you treating yourself as a guinea pig?
When the contract was handed to the man, he was stunned for a moment.

This is not a confidentiality agreement, but an employment agreement.

The man looked at the doctor in confusion:

"This is......"

The doctor said:
"The hospital cannot give you expensive special medicine for no reason. We value your ability, so you need to work for the company."

The man frowned.

He was a top student, but he was forced to work for a company in order to survive.

hiss......

This is very similar to the behavior of some super companies in foreign blockbusters.

Is there such a mysterious company in the South China Sea?
That super company that looks ordinary but actually contains terrifying power?
Well... If it were Nanhai, there might be such companies. It's a major economic city.

The man opened the agreement. The first part was filled with official courtesies, but the last two paragraphs attracted him.

One is the confidentiality clause, which states that if you disclose information within the company, you will be fired.

The second is welfare benefits, including six insurances and one fund, a salary of 20,000 yuan after tax, and you can take special medicine once every six months.

The man felt that his worldview had been turned upside down.

Are there really such super companies that use super methods as welfare?
If the miracle drug is real, then life span would be used as a welfare benefit!
After reading the agreement, the man actually felt that the miracle drug might really exist!
I have been at the bottom of society for too long and have no idea how shocking the development of the upper class of society is.

The man signed the agreement doubtfully.

The doctor took out a pill.

The pills are packaged very delicately, but there is no name on the package.

The man swallowed the pill and suddenly felt very sleepy and his head was heavy. He pointed at the doctor:

"What on earth did you give me to eat?!"

The doctor said expressionlessly:
"You will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow and you will report to the company in the evening."

After saying that, the doctor turned and left.

The man fell asleep, thinking about the doctor's words in his mind.

We will hold your funeral tomorrow, please report in the evening.

Oh shit.

. . . . . .

The next afternoon, the man woke up.

He thought he was finished, but he was still alive and well.

My sister rushed over excitedly

"Brother, you're awake! You can really sleep!

how are you feeling?!"

The man frowned and checked his body, his expression gradually becoming surprised:

“I, I think I’m fine.

I feel full of strength!"

The man felt better, even better than before, and was in a much happier mood.

It seems that this hospital really has a special medicine, and there is a super company behind it!
I am just a frog in a well!
At this moment, the man smelled a strong fragrance and turned his head to look at the plastic bag behind his sister.
My sister opened the plastic bag with a smile:
“Crazy Thursday!”

The man was in the mood to joke, pretending to be dissatisfied:
"Greedy cat, you know I can't eat, but you still tempt me with this."

Even though he was joking, he was really greedy.

If you haven't eaten for half a month and just drank some millet porridge yesterday, you would still be hungry.

The special medicine the man took was a diluted version of death leaves, which was not as strong as ordinary death leaves.

Although I won’t starve to death, I still need to satisfy my appetite.

My sister handed over the fried chicken:

"The doctor said that you can eat normally when you wake up."

The man shouted directly:

"How can this be!"

It is common sense that if you suffer from pancreatic disease, your diet will basically only consist of millet porridge.

My sister also became suspicious, but she quickly suppressed her distrust and said:
"Have you forgotten what I told you? Have you forgotten how you recovered from your illness?"

The man shut up and stared at the fried chicken.

Never mind, just eat it first. At worst I can just reinsert the gastric tube!

The man took the fried chicken and swallowed it in big mouthfuls.

The younger sister looked at her brother for a long time and didn't see that he was in pain. Tears welled up in her eyes. Her brother was really okay now.

(End of this chapter)