The dical sector is quite the prize,
Even with supernatural aid,
Tang Qing didn’t believe Myanmar dical Group could monopolize it all. Since they couldn’t monopolize, cooperation and coexistence were inevitable, and everyone had to band together more people.
They kept the choicest parts for themselves,
And then,
Made rules that benefited their own interests.
That way,
Life could be lived "carefree and easy," with no need to completely take down others. Otherwise, if the situation blew up, the United States would intervene. They had just managed to keep the United States at bay; they couldn’t afford to provoke them into attacking.
If it was going to attack,
It could wait until he had his protective clothing on.
...
August Second.
Throughout Myanmar,
Whether it was pharmacies or hospitals,
A large number of dicines were pulled from the shelves.
These dicines never re-entered the market.
Nor were they sold cheaply to other developing countries; instead, they were collected and destroyed en masse. With alternative dicines available, these generic drugs were no longer necessary.
...
Xin’an City.
Myanmar’s First Sino-Western Hospital.
As a large number of patients arrived,
Contrary to what most people expected, there weren’t long lines, nor did people queue up at each doctor’s office door. Instead, patients were admitted in groups, which many found unusual.
Examination departnt.
A father sat anxiously.
Holding his five-year-old daughter.
Leukemia.
Had burdened this family with heavy financial strains.
Nearly draining their savings, but what drove him to despair was that even so, his daughter wouldn’t live much longer. Just when they had given up and prepared to make the most of their final ti together with their child,
A glimr of hope appeared.
— A forr attending physician told him there might be hope here.
Without hesitation,
He bought tickets.
He brought his daughter from Kun City in Huaxia, and as her condition was critical, and they had previously halted treatnt, she was imdiately placed on the hospital’s ergency rescue list.
Very soon,
His number was called.
He hurriedly carried his daughter inside.
Inside, it was very different from what he expected.
It looked like a small storefront along the street, with a corridor on the right and partitions on the left. Each partition housed a cylindrical machine nearly one and a half ters in diater.
From the outside, you could see it was an extrely complex chanical structure.
No doctors.
Only nurses, who were each attending a patient one-on-one, operating the machines, leaving the father sowhat baffled. What was this?
At that mont,
A girl dressed as a nurse at the door asked,
"Hello, what number are you?"
He wasn’t surprised by her speaking Chinese, as there were many Chinese in the area; it was normal to speak Chinese, probably a deliberately arranged Chinese-speaking nurse for his convenience.
"755."
"May I have your treatnt card?"
"Oh, sure."
The father quickly handed over the card he received at registration, and the nurse inserted it into a machine. After a beep, the circular machine lit up with blue lights.
On the tablet above the card slot,
His daughter’s photo appeared.
"Little girl, wear this, don’t be scared, okay? You’ll be better very soon." At that, the female nurse produced a black eye mask, preparing to put it on the little girl.
The little girl was a bit shy, shrinking her neck.
"Be good, listen to your sister," the father quickly comforted her.
Hearing her father’s words,
The little girl nodded.
Obediently, she wore the eye mask.
The nurse opened the door of the cylindrical machine and carried the little girl inside, placing her on a tal disk.
"Stand for a while, it’ll be over soon."
With that,
The nurse pressed the button to close the chamber door.
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The next mont,
Sothing that shocked the father happened—the previously still, peculiar robotic arm extended, fitting onto his daughter’s arm, and then... well, he couldn’t see what was happening inside.
But,
On the screen outside the cabin door, a tubular icon was being filled with red?
Like charging.
Automatic blood drawing?
Father was puzzling.
The robotic arm released,
His daughter, who was frightened of injections, seed unaffected, so it probably wasn’t blood drawing. However, the nurse nearby knew it was a new anesthetic thod using brief directed electrical anesthesia as an alternative to drug anesthesia for blood drawing.
This way,
Children wouldn’t fuss or cry out of fear of injections.
Wearing an eye mask.
It was also for this reason, otherwise the movent of the robotic arm might make the little girl nervous, and the nurse would even ask the adults to close their eyes, because the light from the total body scan was sowhat glaring.
Imdiately afterward,
Father saw two beams of light sweep down his daughter’s body and then, with a ’beep~~’ the cabin door gently opened and the female nurse carried his daughter out and handed her to him.
The whole process took no more than half a minute.
"Sir, your daughter’s examination is complete. Take this card, go to the fifth floor, and proceed as per your number to see the doctor," the nurse explained as she handed him his card.
Father was stunned, "That’s the examination done?"
"Yes, that robotic arm has already drawn your daughter’s blood and completed other tests. When you go up, the blood analysis will also be synchronized," the nurse explained.
...
Father opened his mouth.
Does it have to be this quick?
Previously, waiting for test results took at least half a day, or even several days for so tests. Now you’re telling it’s all done by just going upstairs?... It isn’t a scam, right?
At this mont,
Father finally understood why there weren’t many people lined up outside.
With such speed,
It would be difficult to slow down.
"Why don’t you increase the number of spots available?"
On his way out, the father voiced his curiosity.
"The examination process is quick, but that doesn’t an the treatnt is too. Our bed availability is also limited," the nurse explained, a question she had explained countless tis these past few days.
However,
She wasn’t impatient.
She was an employee of Myanmar dical Group, where the Group demanded high standards of service. Smiling service was the baseline; being tirelessly patient with patients was a strictly enforced requirent.
Being a nurse wasn’t a guaranteed job.
Myanmar dical Group wouldn’t fire soone randomly, but they were strict about following rules. Nowadays, being fired by a company run by the Myanmar consortium was almost a significant black mark in one’s career.
"I see," Father realized.
Indeed,
Bed availability was the key.
Providing more dical consults without enough beds could cause a lot of issues. After thanking the nurse, the father carrying his daughter reached the fifth floor and noticed the setup was similar to before.
A compartnt,
A doctor.
It was just strange; there were no specialties.
"Hello, how is my daughter?" It was quickly their turn, and upon entering, he saw a young doctor, barely in his twenties, which made the father slightly uneasy.
So young.
Just graduated?
Also,
Why is there nothing on the table? Where are the dical records? The files? The examination tools? As a doctor, this isn’t appropriate, right? The father didn’t even know how to begin his complaints; there were too many to point out.
"Card, please," the young doctor smiled.
"Oh."
The father felt like it was similar to visiting a hospital in Huaxia.
He hurriedly handed over the card.
The young doctor placed the card in the upper right corner of the milky-white table, and the next mont, the wall opposite the doctor lit up. Since the father was seated to the side, with the doctor to his right, he saw it clearly.
That wall,
It was a screen!
It displayed extensive information about his daughter, with transparent aqua-blue text that looked sophisticated; in the top left corner were her photo, age, na, and similar details.
Elsewhere,
Densely packed, all the blood data he could understand.
His daughter was sick.
He could recognize all the tests related to Leukemia, many of the values were nearing their limits, signifying his daughter’s condition was critical.
"Doctor, how is she?" the father asked anxiously.
The young doctor looked once,
Then looked at his desk; the wall showed basic information, and his desk too had a computer screen, but the information could only be seen from the front.
You couldn’t see anything from the side.
"No problem, she can be saved," the young doctor looked up at the father and smiled.
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