A sound.
Zhou Yan wasn’t embarrassed either.
He continued:
"I see, how do you feel about this place?" This type of open-ended question was a conversational starter, one he had asked many people.
As expected.
"Very good."
"Refreshing, worthwhile." The elderly man expressed his admiration.
Everything.
Was full of vitality.
However.
The gloom in his heart couldn’t be erased. He wasn’t here for treatnt, but that didn’t an he had no issues; it was just an incurable disease at the mont.
"Where have you visited?"
"..."
They chatted casually. The elderly man seed to enjoy talking to people, especially with so many listeners in the live broadcast, which made him quite happy.
Zhou Yan was also surprised.
It turns out.
This was a veteran of the War of Resistance.
Beside him.
The woman’s face also lit up with a smile. The old man hadn’t talked this much in a long ti, and his thoughts were still quite clear, getting more enthusiastic. But then she thought of his illness.
"Sigh!"
She sighed quietly.
This ti.
It was indeed a travel visit, to see the scenery outside. In his heart, there was a small hope that this miracle-creating country, which could treat cancer,
might have a solution for Alzheir’s disease?
However.
Before coming, the chief doctor at the provincial hospital had firmly stated that it was impossible to cure here, so the plan to go to the hospital imdiately upon landing
was refused by the elderly man.
Bad news.
He had heard too many tis and didn’t want to hear it anymore.
Therefore.
They changed their itinerary to pure travel. Although the old man seed logically clear now, his condition would continue to deteriorate, and current dicine couldn’t cure it.
Irreversible.
Even with dication, it could only slightly slow down the deterioration. It’s not a lethal disease in itself and wouldn’t directly cause death.
But.
What’s scarier than death?
mory loss.
Loss of speech.
Stupor.
Hallucination.
Inability to care for oneself.
...
Almost completely losing normal behavioral capabilities. Currently, there are tens of millions of such patients globally, with Huaxia having about eight million Alzheir’s cases.
Walking along.
Talking along.
The live broadcast viewers listened to the old soldier’s stories of yesteryear. Gradually, the number of viewers increased, and small gifts began to appear at emotional monts.
In response.
Zhou Yan was naturally pleased.
It seems.
A nice lunch invitation for the two was necessary, or it just wouldn’t feel right. Along the way, the elderly man got more enthusiastic, though much of it was sowhat repetitive.
However.
No one minded much; after all, it’s chatting, and repetition is normal, especially with such stories from the past. An hour later, they leisurely arrived at the edge of the New City.
Beside the river.
At this mont.
Zhou Yan learned from the woman that the old man was ill.
"Alzheir’s disease?"
He was taken aback.
This illness.
Is almost equal to a terminal disease.
However.
That seems to have been the case before, "Is it still uncured here?" he couldn’t help but ask. In the depths of his mory, it seed soone had ntioned the hope of curing this disease.
"No."
The woman shook her head.
"Our provincial hospital’s chief doctor said there’s no specific dication globally."
"Uh!"
Zhou Yan opened his mouth; he finally rembered who had said that. It was his cousin, who worked as a doctor at a big hospital in Beijing. During a visit to Beijing, he ntioned it.
Back then.
The cousin was one of the first trainees for transcription fluid treatnt and attended a month-long training here. Last ti in Beijing,
he praised the patent liquid greatly.
Incidentally.
He also ntioned a piece of information he heard, about a ti when an inspection group ca here, and an academician was diagnosed in the diagnostic cabin with a probability of having this disease.
At that ti.
The Myanmar side ntioned that they already had drugs for clinical treatnt.
Later.
There wasn’t much news, and everyone assud progress was slow; dia coverage was also rare. He asked, "Have you visited the Myanmar hospital?"
"No."
The woman shook her head.
Upon hearing.
Zhou Yan suggested:
"Then I suggest it’s better for you to visit. Let clarify, I just happened to hear soone ntioning it; I can’t guarantee the news’s authenticity, but they do have drugs."
"They are in clinical trials but haven’t been widely reported."
"Really?"
Hope sparkled in the woman’s eyes.
"Yes."
Zhou Yan nodded.
"How about this."
"I’ll accompany you."
"Alright."
Without hesitation, taking out the Map, they searched for the nearest big hospital. It wasn’t far, just over two kiloters away. Generally, an appointnt was required.
But.
They were there for a consultation, not for cancer treatnt.
Therefore.
No need for an appointnt process. Upon arrival, they saw a hospital that wasn’t very large. Large hospitals usually are because they have many inpatients.
However.
There were few inpatients here.
Cancer.
Just take dication and injections daily; that’s quick. For efficiency, IV drips were rare here. The real limit to appointnt numbers was lodging.
Moreover.
Surgery.
With the ultra-minimally invasive technology in the operating room.
Uh!
In many cases, a band-aid suffices. This was unimaginable before, and Zhou Yan heard that various countries were working to crack the operating room technology.
Progress was alright.
However.
The effect wasn’t achievable; this wasn’t just about materials, but also the control system, sealed extrely tight, reportedly uncrackable even when dismantled.
No choice.
Everyone could only take it step by step.
So.
They created this hospital before them. Though unique, it wasn’t imposing, but no one doubted its treatnt capacity compared to big hospitals.
Small.
Because their technology is impressive.
...
At this mont.
There were hardly any incoming or outgoing patients, as the main treatnt was still in the Old City. But it didn’t an operations were closed, as such institutions had moved in a week early.
To adapt to the new environnt.
After all.
From today, Old City residents would largely relocate, even move in here; the hospital obviously couldn’t keep its main gate shut, and besides, many patients hadn’t moved yet.
Desolate.
The only people passing by were a few people in white coats.
Entering.
"Hello, how may I assist you?" At the entrance’s inquiry desk, a young nurse with a delicate appearance smiled, without asking about appointnts, which are for foreign major illnesses.
Most conditions don’t require it.
Furthermore.
Such appointnts were just for controlling entry and exit managent. If foreigners ca for general ailnts, no appointnt was needed.
The woman stepped forward and asked urgently:
"Hi, I’d like to know if you can treat Alzheir’s disease." After saying that, she felt a bit embarrassed because she spoke in Chinese.
Turning her head.
She looked at Zhou Yan, hoping he would translate.
However.
Before Zhou Yan could speak, the girl said in awkward but understandable Chinese, "I can speak so Chinese." Jokingly, this is the reception.
Chinese.
English.
Were two must-learn languages.
"That’s great." The woman was delighted, which ant communication wouldn’t be a barrier, and a hint of warmth crossed her mind, "Can Alzheir’s disease be treated?"
Upon hearing this.
The young nurse smiled.
"You’re in luck. Had you co yesterday, I might have said no. But today, I’m happy to tell you: yes, we can."
"Today."
"The Myanmar Pharmaceutical Group’s special treatnt drugs for Alzheir’s disease, after two and a half years of clinical treatnt and follow-up observation, have shown remarkable effects."
"Have been approved for going public."
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