"You can arrange for the patient to co up now," Ding Fan said to Qin Manshu behind him.
Qin Manshu nodded imdiately.
Just as Qin Manshu hadn't yet found a cancer patient, Mao Zhen spoke again.
"There's no need to look for other patients. Even if you find another, I still won't believe it."
Ding Fan didn't seem to mind and replied calmly, "Then tell an experint thod."
Mao Zhen said, "Just prepare so cancer cells."
Ding Fan had no objection. He directly instructed Qin Manshu to arrange for so cancer cells to be sent over.
It didn't take long before staff delivered so cancer cells.
In addition, without Mao Zhen even requesting, Qin Manshu had already arranged for a complete set of laboratory equipnt to be brought in.
"President Mao, all the equipnt is here. You can conduct the experint yourself," Qin Manshu said to Mao Zhen nearby.
Mao Zhen had been working in the pharmaceutical industry for so many years, and performing an experint was no challenge for him.
Without hesitation, Mao Zhen walked directly to the experint table. "Where is the dicine you've developed?"
There was no need for explanation. A staff mber already approached Mao Zhen with a tray in both hands.
Mao Zhen imdiately used a pair of forceps to pick up the dicine and placed it next to himself. Then, under everyone's watchful eyes, he picked up a syringe.
After the syringe was filled with cancer cell solution, what Mao Zhen did next shocked everyone present.
He rolled up his sleeve and injected the syringe directly into his arm.
Boom... Everyone present was stunned.
It was cancer cells—that deadly substance. Even in the technologically advanced world of today, even in The Stars and Stripes Country, there was still no effective way to deal with cancer cells.
And now, Mao Zhen directly injected himself with cancer cells. Was he courting death?
"Is he insane? If the experint fails, won't he be dood?"
"He must be insane…"
...
Qin Manshu, standing nearby, was also grim-faced. "President Mao, what are you doing?"
Mao Zhen showed no hint of fear. On the contrary, he remained calm. "Didn't you say that your pill can cure cancer? Now that I've injected cancer cells, I am effectively a cancer patient. If your pill can cure , then I'll concede that your pill is successful."
Qin Manshu hadn't expected Mao Zhen to co up with such a thod of experintation, and for a mont, she frowned deeply.
This was putting Ding Fan and Huaxia Group in a tough spot.
Everyone's physical constitution differs, which ans the way cancer manifests, its pathology, and its progression also vary.
It's akin to two people with the sa cold—one might recover with a simple redy, while the other won't improve even after using the sa treatnt.
The situation with Mao Zhen now resembled the latter, and Qin Manshu couldn't confidently guarantee that he would be the one to respond positively to the dicine rather than negatively.
If things went awry, it wouldn't just be a matter of losing face.
A failed drug trial with a resulting death would undoubtedly bring monuntal negative repercussions to Huaxia Group. It would even affect its stock prices and market position.
At this mont, Ding Fan's expression beca serious. Mao Zhen was truly determined to go head-to-head with him.
"Well, Director Ding, you don't have a problem with this experintal thod for testing your pill, do you?" Mao Zhen challenged Ding Fan, looking at him provocatively.
Ding Fan shook his head slightly. "It's not a problem."
Mao Zhen snorted disdainfully before picking up Ding Fan's pill with two fingers.
"Director Ding, tell how to take this pill, so that later you won't claim I didn't use it correctly. I'll take it exactly as you instruct," Mao Zhen said.
"Just swallow it directly," Ding Fan replied calmly.
"Swallow directly?" Mao Zhen paused. "No auxiliary treatnts required?"
"None. Just swallowing is enough," Ding Fan answered.
"Alright, let's see how your pill works." After saying that, Mao Zhen prepared to swallow the pill.
However, just as the pill reached his mouth, Mao Zhen halted.
"What's the matter, Mr. Mao?" Ding Fan asked, looking at him.
Mao Zhen smiled and placed the pill back on the tray. "I just injected the cancer cells monts ago. Taking the pill now won't demonstrate its effectiveness. I'll wait until the cancer cells have thoroughly spread."
Hearing this, murmurs broke out among the crowd.
Modern science has so thods to address cancer cells, but once cancer spreads, there's essentially no treatnt available.
The fact that Mao Zhen claid he would wait for the cancer cells to spread sounded like he was courting death in their eyes.
"Well, Director Ding, you don't intend to tell your pill can't treat cancer after it spreads, do you?" Mao Zhen said with a grin.
To Ding Fan, Mao Zhen now resembled a rabid dog—biting and lunging recklessly.
"Do whatever you like," Ding Fan replied indifferently.
Mao Zhen nodded before sitting down. "The cancer cells were injected into my artery earlier. I anticipate it won't take more than ten minutes for them to reach my heart. From the heart, they'll spread. Within thirty minutes, my internal organs should be entirely covered with cancer cells."
Clearly, Mao Zhen had a thorough understanding of human anatomy.
Ding Fan said nothing further and sat quietly aside to wait, as it would still take so ti for the spread.
anwhile, Qin Manshu wasn't idle. She arranged for a team of dical personnel to stay close to Mao Zhen and monitor his condition.
Every five minutes, they asured trics like his blood pressure, heartbeat, and breathing to maintain a tracking record of his deteriorating state.
Ten minutes later, as Mao Zhen predicted, his heart rate slowed, his breathing turned labored, and his blood pressure spiked suddenly.
By that point, Mao Zhen was already struggling to stay upright. His face turned extrely pale, and dical staff provided him a chair to sit on.
Every subsequent five minutes brought worsening symptoms. By the 25th minute, Mao Zhen couldn't even remain seated properly.
With cancer cells spreading via his bloodstream, his entire body's organs were contaminated.
The dical team brought over a stretcher cart.
Assisted by two security guards, they placed Mao Zhen onto the stretcher.
Ding Fan promptly arranged for him to undergo CT scans and full-body examinations.
The examination results ca back swiftly—Mao Zhen's internal organs were entirely infected with cancer cells. Conventionally, he was considered beyond saving.
Caras on site all zood in on the stretcher-bound Mao Zhen. In just thirty minutes, his face had turned ghastly pale, devoid of color. His eyes were murky, and his lips trembled—a figure on the brink of death.
"I… I don't want to die… Please… save …" By now, Mao Zhen's consciousness had begun to falter.
His plea, uttered instinctively, was clearly heard by everyone through the microphone. It reflected his subconscious desire to survive.
Ding Fan could only sigh inwardly. If Mao Zhen had encountered soone else instead of him, his life would surely have ended.
This was pure recklessness...
"Ding Fan, can the treatnt begin now?" Qin Manshu asked worriedly nearby.
With Mao Zhen's fading consciousness, if treatnt were delayed any longer, Qin Manshu worried he might die right then and there.
Ding Fan nodded. The ti was right.
Ding Fan didn't administer the treatnt himself. Instead, he gave instructions to a nearby dical staff.
"Feed the pill to the patient," he directed.
The dical staff demonstrated remarkable professionalism. Despite Mao Zhen's blurred consciousness, the two personnel adeptly ensured he swallowed the pill.
Ding Fan turned to them and ordered, "From now on, check the patient's condition every three minutes."
"Understood…"
Ti passed by in incrents, and soon the first three minutes elapsed. The two doctors conducted their initial check.
No improvent was observed in Mao Zhen's condition. His respiratory system had deteriorated further, leading to breathing difficulties.
Left with no other option, the dical team brought out an oxygen system.
Only with the oxygen system did Mao Zhen's situation stabilize slightly.
Nearby, Qin Manshu grew increasingly anxious.
Even though she had faith in Ding Fan, Mao Zhen's condition remained critical. Under such circumstances, could the pill still work?
If Mao Zhen couldn't be healed, Huaxia Group would undoubtedly face catastrophic consequences.
Stocks, finance, the industry—just imagining the repercussions was terrifying.
Even Elder Du, standing further away, had risen to his feet out of sheer tension.
"Lao Qin, your grandson-in-law, can he really pull this off? Mao Zhen may have committed cris in Huaxia, but he's still an internationally renowned figure. If he dies here in Huaxia Country, then… not just Huaxia Group, but even our Huaxia Country would bear the consequences," Elder Du said anxiously.
"Don't worry. My grandson-in-law will definitely have a solution," Lao Qin replied confidently.
Despite Lao Qin's assurance, his tone wavered. Seeing the oxygen system already in use only heightened his worry.
Another three minutes went by.
Following another comprehensive check, the dical staff reported via microphone to the room.
"The patient's condition has not improved. Heart failure remains severe."
Whoosh...
Upon hearing this, the crowd buzzed loudly.
"Is this pill effective or not? If not, isn't Mao Zhen done for?"
"Looks dire. This ti, Huaxia Group is headed for disgrace…"
"It's over, Huaxia Group is finished…"
...
Qin Manshu, too anxious to stay still, quietly approached Ding Fan.
"Ding Fan, is there going to be a problem?" she asked.
Of course, Ding Fan knew Qin Manshu was worried about failing to treat Mao Zhen.
He responded with a calm smile. "Don't worry. He won't die. He can be cured."
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