983: 705 Good Sword 983: 705 Good Sword Hospitals have always been places that can press down on one’s heart.
The Yinghuo dical Center was no exception.
Upon entering, Mao Tu restrained her own “aggressiveness”, no longer targeting Duanmu Liu Li that way.
“I’ll just wait here.”
Jiang Chen reminded her not to waste ti.
“Since we’re here.”
Cao Jinse, whose every minute was worth a fortune, didn’t leave but instead led Jiang Chen and Duanmu Liu Li on a casual stroll through the Yinghuo dical Center.
“That’s the research departnt.”
Following her words, Jiang Chen looked towards the ten-odd-story building on the right, and the stone sculpture standing in front of it.
The carving on the stone was powerful and vigorous, inscribed with a string of text.
“I volunteer myself to dicine, love my country, am loyal to the people, adhere to dical ethics, respect teachers and follow discipline, study hard and untiringly, and strive for excellence.
I am determined to do my utmost to relieve human suffering, to help perfect health, and to maintain the sanctity and honor of dical art.
I will rescue the wounded, not shrink from hardship, pursue relentlessly, and struggle for the developnt of our country’s dical health cause and the physical and ntal health of humanity for life.”
The words were silent.
Yet they struck a chord.
Jiang Chen stopped in his tracks, silently contemplating.
Cao Jinse also paused.
A gentle breeze blew by.
But it carried a different scent than other hospitals.
Jiang Chen turned his head, “Does Miss Cao still need a partner?”
Cao Jinse smiled and shifted her gaze from the sculpture to him, “You should think it over.
This is not the sa as running a gambling den, and you might very well lose your entire investnt.”
It was obvious.
She knew about the events in Haojiang.
Jiang Chen, of course, understood that this might be a money pit, but life is not always about calculating gains and losses.
“I believe in Miss Cao’s vision.”
He replied.
Cao Jinse smiled lightly, “I advise you to consider it carefully.
You believe in , but I myself am not sure there can be a return.”
Hearing this, Jiang Chen did not continue but looked up at the research building again.
“Do you want to go up and take a look?”
“Let’s not disturb them.”
Jiang Chen declined her kind offer.
The group left and continued on their way.
“I’ve heard that a cancer vaccine has been developed abroad?”
Jiang Chen asked.
“Yes, but it’s limited in scope.
To be precise, it’s not a vaccine but a kind of personalized custom cellular immunotherapy.”
Cao Jinse, indeed knowledgeable, explained, “For certain tumor diseases, it can indeed have an effect, but you also know the starting price is over a million, and how many families in China can afford that.”
Jiang Chen was by no ans a cynic.
Over a million.
At first glance, it may seem like profiting off people’s misery, but from an objective perspective, pharmaceutical companies need to invest huge costs in developing drugs.
Moreover, these costs are not just in the millions but may be an astronomical figure unthinkable to ordinary people.
Ordinary people go to the hospital when they’re sick, to survive.
Pharmaceutical companies are the sa; they also need to survive.
Like vendors in a produce market, high labor costs an high prices for produce.
It’s a simple truth.
The products developed at enormous cost are destined not to be “consur-friendly” in price.
Of course.
Everyone would like drug prices to be as low as possible.
Take the so-called “cancer vaccine”.
What if one zero were knocked off the million-plus price tag?
Wouldn’t that be perfect?
But there’s an unavoidable problem.
If the return doesn’t proportionally match the investnt, will pharmaceutical companies still painstakingly devote themselves to costly research and developnt?
Without R&D.
There can never be technological breakthroughs.
The million-plus priced cancer vaccines are indeed expensive, but at least with money, patients within the treatnt scope can be brought back from the brink of death.
If pharmaceutical companies hadn’t developed them, without that dicine, even with all the money in the world, patients could only hold their stacks of cash and wait to die.
It’s not wrong for dicine to be expensive.
Pharmaceutical companies aren’t wrong.
Nor are the patients.
It seems like nobody is wrong.
This is why it’s always said there is only one illness in the world: poverty.
It’s cruel but real.
“So the best solution is self-improvent.”
Jiang Chen continued.
Western dicine originated abroad.
A disparity in levels is an undeniable fact.
To catch up, soone brave must step forward, regardless of the consequences, to walk through fire.
“Miss Cao’s nobility.”
“Don’t flatter .
I’m just putting up the money.
The truly hard work is done by the dical personnel who are toiling day and night.”
In fact, it’s always a small group of people who change the tis.
It is they who, with their tireless and selfless struggle, push society forward.
Like Cao Jinse.
Just putting up so money.
How casually she puts it.
Yet to maintain the operation of such a money-devouring behemoth must carry trendous pressure.
Self-serving and profit-driven.
That’s the habitual label society gives to the wealthy.
Indeed.
So capitalists surely are that way.
But, like doctors, no matter the industry or class, there are black sheep, and there are also those who are dedicated to helping others to the best of their ability.
“I always thought the rich were very smart.”
Jiang Chen laughed lightly.
“It seems like you’re rich too, but you don’t seem very sharp either.”
Cao Jinse teased back.
Both of them laughed.
After a walk around Yinghuo dical Center, a notification ca that the East Sea motorcade had arrived.
Ai Qian was lying in the hospital bed, wheeled out from the sterile vehicle.
“This is Miss Cao, the investor of this dical institution.”
Following Jiang Chen’s introduction, Cao Jinse carefully looked over the girl afflicted with a serious illness.
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