A week later.
Morning.
"Phew!"
After waking up, Shi Ze felt refreshed, as if he had returned to his young state. Of course, he knew this was an illusion, just the drugs making his nerves active.
This week.
Besides receiving patients, he also underwent treatnt as a patient. Due to having mild symptoms, with minimal mory and cognitive impairnt, he didn’t feel much difference.
It was just that his sleep improved.
However.
From other patients, significant effects could already be seen. In a month-long treatnt cycle, the first week showed the most apparent effects.
Firstly.
The improvent in sleep.
Secondly.
The clarity of mind, which was extraordinarily clear. Whether it was mory, perception, or state, they were all markedly different.
Honestly.
Shi Ze had kind of taken a liking to it.
After all.
He was into scientific research and loved this state. It could totally be sold as a mind-refreshing drug. After bringing up this issue, the Myanmar Pharmaceutical Group stated:
---Sure.
However.
Use sparingly.
If used excessively, it could easily lead to dependency.
Therefore.
This was classified as a prescription drug, and for non-related disorders, should be used cautiously. Fortunately, short-term treatnt use did not lead to dependency and was quite safe.
...
Getting up.
Washing up.
Going out.
Arriving at the cafeteria.
It was already bustling, with all sorts of food free of charge. Shi Ze skillfully greeted the Myanmar doctors, which once again amazed him at the prevalence of Chinese here.
The last ti he ca, the feeling was not that deep.
This ti.
He found that people here were becoming increasingly proficient in Chinese, even to the level of using idioms. After asking, he learned everyone had passed the Chinese language proficiency tests.
Chinese.
English.
These had beco two mandatory languages for doctors here, with special level tests required.
If passed.
Their wages would increase.
However.
Not much of a problem, just a bit more challenging when it ca to things like transfers and promotions, but not to the extent of losing their jobs.
Foreigners were all over the streets.
Therefore.
The growth was quite rapid. Even roadside vendors could speak fluent everyday language. These self-proclaid elites needed to work harder,
or they would fall behind.
...
Eating.
Various sounds kept coming to his ears.
"Hmm."
"Everything’s okay."
"No problem."
"The doctor said that in a month, I could walk on the ground, communicate with people, recover so mory, and be no different from ordinary people; the rest is just consolidation."
"..."
"Not expensive."
"The entire treatnt is about 100,000 Asia Dollars, very reasonable."
"..."
"Rember, you must have family support; otherwise, the recovery will be slow. The doctor says during recovery, continuous mory stimulation is a must."
"..."
The one-week treatnt showed significant results, and many people had shared this good news with their families, bringing a lot of joy. For a family, it’s crucial.
No illness.
No disaster.
It’s a big joy.
...
Outside world.
The related news never stopped.
Early and mid-stages still had so mory, but the late stage was the most troubleso. Many families hoped to introduce the drugs quickly to their country.
Therefore.
There were loud calls.
However.
Most countries weren’t that quick. It had only been a week, and to prove it could cure, at least one treatnt course was needed, and it had to be effective for severe patients.
Otherwise.
It would be irresponsible.
Thus.
Everyone could only look towards Myanmar eagerly, hoping for speed. Although it was said to prioritize mid and early stages, there was no absolute prohibition, just recomndations.
Therefore.
There were quite a few late-stage patients who ca to Myanmar. Even though they couldn’t take a plane, as long as they weren’t afraid of the hassle, they could still travel miles to get here.
...
dical center.
Top floor.
Shi Ze entered a special care ward. Almost all serious patients who ca to Myanmar were arranged here for centralized treatnt and observation, eliminating the need to stay in a hotel.
After all.
At this stage.
They had almost lost mobility, making moving around cumberso. In the ward, an elderly man laid on the bed, and beside him sat his wife.
Son.
Daughter-in-law.
Two nurses, two bodyguards, eight people in total.
Obviously.
The family was well-off. It was heard that they drove directly from Thailand, and for such serious patients, as long as they reached the border, even without a reservation,
Myanmar would not turn them away.
Furthermore.
Treated them equally.
Regardless of net worth, even if they were billionaires, no extra charges would be imposed. On the surface, this might seem unfair to the poor, but differential treatnt
would be another injustice.
This way.
It’s quite good.
"Later, after the doctor checks, I’ll take you out for so sun."
"..."
"What do you want for lunch?"
"I..."
"..."
Word by word.
The old man struggled to speak, which brought imnse joy to his son’s face. His father, who had lost language functionality in the late stage, was gradually regaining consciousness.
Typically, reservations started treatnt a week in advance.
However.
Upon learning it was treatable, he brought him over the very next day. As a result, the old man had been treated for almost twelve days, which seed remarkably effective.
Recognizing people.
Recognizing things.
His thoughts were still clear, able to express himself with nods and shakes.
Just.
He still wasn’t fluent in speaking, but judging from this, being cured was no longer hopeless. Seeing Shi Ze, he smiled and nodded.
"The effects are getting better and better."
Shi Ze smiled.
Before him.
Was a severe case, almost like a vegetative state, but after nearly half a month of treatnt, he had regained consciousness and could even produce simple sounds.
It was astonishing.
Beside him.
The old lady constantly spoke of past events, like their first eting, places they visited together, and experiences, repeatedly awakening dormant mories.
And this.
Was a treatnt necessity.
Otherwise.
Without any mory stimulus, although awakening was possible, so mories might remain dormant. Severe cases were not recomnded for solitary treatnt.
"Thank you."
The old man’s son expressed his gratitude.
"Don’t thank , I’m just here to learn." Shi Ze waved his hand.
Afterwards.
After inquiring about so details, he turned and left. He took on part of the ward rounds, and there were nearly seventy such late-stage patients at the center.
Moreover, the number was increasing, and he needed to visit each one.
Tired?
No.
He reveled in it.
Striding with vigor, at that mont, he wished he could imdiately introduce this to the dostic market and begin large-scale treatnt. As for possible side effects, the probability was small.
They had already conducted clinical trials.
Two years.
With over ten thousand cured patients.
In the past.
There were doubts about the dical capabilities of the Myanmar Pharmaceutical Group, but now, it could only be admired. At least these special drugs, Huaxia currently couldn’t produce.
Speaking of which.
He sighed again.
Transcription Fluid.
Again Transcription Fluid, this thing surprisingly had significant effects on the nervous system, producing explosive results when combined with other drugs.
Heavens!
Is this a panacea?
Um!
It seems like it truly is.
Shi Ze felt that at this rate of developnt, Transcription Fluid could likely beco a milestone in human history in the pharmaceutical field, much like antibiotics.
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