American Medicine God: Starting by Inheriting a Pharmaceutical Company and Selling Medicine

Washington, D.C., FOX News Studio!

All eyes in America were on the television screen.

The Mayo Clinic's paper was officially published yesterday. The "shining" photo of a diseased heart valve on the cover of the New England Journal of Medicine shattered the weight loss dreams of millions.

In the studio, Daniel Green was facing the camera, waving a magazine in his hand.

"This isn't a medical paper; it's a death sentence!"

Daniel's voice was impassioned, spittle flying as he spoke, "Wyeth tells us Fen-Phen is a miracle. But the Mayo Clinic tells us it's poison! It's quietly turning your heart valves into stone! And millions of people here are taking this drug!"

"This isn't just business fraud, this is murder!"

Countless families in front of their televisions were gripped by panic.

At the same time, Vic was also watching in the media monitoring room of Water Pharmaceuticals.

"Well done, Daniel!"

Barry Hines stood behind him, an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips and a phone in his hand.

"Boss, the fire's started. All the hotlines are ringing off the hook. People are panicking, they're angry, they're looking for a scapegoat."

"Then give them one." Victor turned around. "Activate phase two. Bring on those so-called 'victims'."

...

Philadelphia, Wyeth headquarters.

Wyeth's CEO slumped in his chair, listening to the angry protests outside the window.

Hundreds of protesters held signs that read "Murderer," "Give me back my heart," and "Fen-Phen = Death."

"This is impossible..." the CEO muttered to himself, "How could it have erupted so quickly? So violently?"

The PR manager burst in, sweating profusely: "Sir, it's not just a protest. The FDA just issued an urgent subpoena, demanding we submit all original clinical data within 24 hours. And... the Department of Justice is involved too; they suspect we've concealed side effects."

"Who's targeting us?" The CEO jumped to his feet. "This is absolutely premeditated! How could that journalist named Daniel have so much inside information? And those protesters, how could they have organized themselves so quickly?"

The PR manager hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "We investigated... the organizers of those protests are a new organization called the 'Weight Loss Rights Alliance.' Their funding sources... although they've been laundered through various channels, ultimately point to..."

"Referring to whom?"

"It points to a trust fund in the Cayman Islands. And the trustee of that fund is Saul Goodman."

The CEO's face turned deathly pale instantly.

"..." he gritted his teeth as he uttered the name, "That Sicilian bastard!"

......

Washington, D.C., Congressional hearing.

David Rossi sat in the witness stand, facing rows of serious-looking members of Congress and countless flashing lights behind him.

He was wearing a dark blue suit, his expression solemn, and his eyes filled with deep sorrow.

"Director Rossie," a senator demanded sternly, "why did the FDA, as a regulatory agency, allow such a dangerous drug as Fen-Phen to be approved for sale? Is your review process merely a formality?"

David Rossi took a deep breath, faced the microphone, and began the most spectacular performance of his life.

"Senator, I feel ashamed."

The room erupted in uproar. No one expected the FDA commissioner to admit his mistake so readily.

David's voice choked with emotion. "I feel ashamed because we were deceived. Wyeth deliberately concealed crucial toxicology data when submitting the application. They took advantage of our trust and our eagerness to help obese patients."

"But this isn't just a failure for the FDA; it's a disgrace to the entire pharmaceutical industry!"

He suddenly raised his voice and slammed his fist on the table in anger.

"For profit, they will trample on lives! For stock prices, they will ignore science! This greed must be stopped!"

"Therefore, I declare—"

David Rossi stood up and surveyed the room.

"The FDA will immediately revoke Fen-Phen's market approval! We will launch a top-level criminal investigation! Everyone involved in concealing the data will pay the price!"

There was thunderous applause.

The lawmakers nodded in approval, and the media went on a photo frenzy. At that moment, David Rossi was no longer a negligent bureaucrat, but a hero who dared to declare war on capital.

However, just as the applause subsided slightly, another senator raised a pointed question.

"Director, if Fen-Phen is delisted, what will happen to the millions of obese patients currently receiving treatment? Are we just supposed to send them back to die?"

David Rossi sat down again, a composed expression on his face.

"That's exactly what I wanted to say." He produced a document. "Although Fen-Phen disappointed us, science doesn't stop there. During our review, we discovered that not all weight-loss drugs are cardiotoxic."

"For example?" the senator asked.

"Take Vought's 'Apollo,' for example," David Rossi pronounced the name clearly. "According to the latest independent research report (the appendix to the paper published by the Mayo Clinic), Apollo's mechanism of action is completely different. It doesn't act on the heart valves; it only acts on the hypothalamus."

"This is a safer and more advanced alternative therapy."

"Of course, all medications carry risks," David Rossi added cautiously. "But compared to heart failure, the risks of Apollo are manageable. For the safety of patients, the FDA recommends... that Apollo be used as an alternative to Fen-Phen under strict medical supervision."

At this moment, the hearing turned into Apollo's free GG launch event.

Sitting in front of the television, Victor couldn't help but applaud as he looked at David Rossi's righteous and awe-inspiring face.

"Wonderful."

"Wyeth is finished." Sophia watched the precipitous drop in Wyeth's stock price on another screen. "In just two hours, their market value evaporated by five billion dollars."

"And these five billion will soon be ours."

Outside the window, the New York cityscape is dazzling.

"Are you ready, Sophia?"

"What are you preparing?"

"Prepare to meet those millions of panicked souls." Victor looked down at the city. "They've lost Fen-Phen like they've lost their lifeline. Now, we're going to throw Apollo the rope to them."

"Although this rope might cause them to hallucinate..."

Victor turned his head and revealed a devilish smile.

"But at least their hearts are still beating, aren't they?"

Clinics across the United States. Panic is spreading.

Those who once hailed Fen-Phen as a miracle drug now throw it straight into the trash. They flock to hospitals, queuing for echocardiograms, terrified by every tiny murmur.

"Doctor, what should I do? If I don't take the medicine, I'll gain all the weight back! I'll die!"

"Don't worry." The doctors (many of whom had just attended an academic conference sponsored by Walter) produced a new blue medicine bottle.

"Try this, Apollo."

Is it safe?

"Absolutely safe," the doctor assured him confidently. "The FDA commissioner recommended it in Congress. It won't harm your heart."

"So... does it have any side effects?"

The doctor hesitated for a moment, remembering the tiny print on the instruction manual, but quickly ignored it.

"I might dream a lot... But it's better than having a broken heart, right?"

The old king is dead, a new king shall rise!