Chapter 698 Actually I'm From a Medical Family
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Mao Zhi Sheng Xi
Chapter 698 Actually I'm From a Medical Family
The World Economic Summit ended in a noise like a vegetable market.
The representatives who have borrowed money have finally let go of their high-hanging hearts. Although they are all heavily in debt now, at least they have solved their current urgent needs.
As for the debt owed, what else can I do if I pay it off slowly?It's just that they are very clear that unless Zhang Mengyu dies overnight, they will be shrouded in the shadow of the Zhang family for the rest of their lives.
"Stinky boy, how is business today?" Mr. Zhou slowly walked from behind Zhang Menglong, "Have you made a lot of money?"
"Not bad," Zhang Meng said with a smile, "A total of 22 trillion US dollars has been lent out. According to the current interest rate, there is no problem in earning tens of billions of dollars a year!"
"Hahaha good!" Elder Zhou laughed happily.
As for whether the money belongs to Zhang Mengyu or the country, Mr. Zhou doesn't care at all, because Zhang Mengyu is a Chinese, and he is also a Chinese with a sense of national honor.
"The Chinese New Year is coming soon, do you have any plans, do you want to go back to your hometown?" Mr. Zhou and Zhang Mengyu talked about their family's troubles.
"Let's not go back," Zhang Mengyu said, "My family members are gone."
Zhang Mengyu can't say that his family has already stepped into the gate of the new world, can he?So Mr. Zhou will definitely regard him as crazy.
"Why don't you bring your little girlfriend to Yanjing to celebrate the New Year this year?" Elder Zhou invited, "By the way, I can introduce some people to you."
"Okay," Zhang Menglong agreed after thinking for a moment, where to go to celebrate the New Year?Moreover, Mr. Zhou has no children under his knees, and an old man is also strangely lonely.
"I'll take a call," Mr. Zhou's cell phone rang suddenly, "Let's have lunch together later."
"Okay, you are busy first, and I will calculate the money." Zhang Mengyu rubbed his fingers, and was about to calculate how much money this ticket could make, but he suddenly noticed that Zhou Lao's expression changed. very seriously.
"What did you say? Lao Qin's condition has deteriorated? How do these doctors do things? Didn't they say that there is at least one or two years left?"
"What about the latest targeted therapy technology?"
"Okay, I get it, you guys stay with Lao Qin well, I'll go back to Yanjing tonight!"
"Sorry for being vague, I'm in a hurry, I have to go back first, I can only treat you to this meal next time." Elder Zhou seemed to be in a hurry.
"Why, what happened? I seem to have heard you say Lao Qin just now. Could it be Qin Feng's grandfather?"
Elder Zhou nodded, "This old guy has spent his whole life working for the country. It never occurred to him that good people would be rewarded, and that he would still suffer this kind of torture in his later years."
"How did this happen?" Zhang Mengyu asked, "Didn't I give Mr. Qin a pill last time? Logically speaking, according to his physical functions, there is no problem in living another ten years."
"The last time I took your pills, Lao Qin's body and bones have indeed become much stronger, and he even went to the army to wrestle with those recruits when he was a lot of age," Zhou Lao said, "But the old guy is old after all, He passed out suddenly in the military camp last week, everyone thought he was too excited and couldn't bear it for a while, but who knew, the old guy had acute leukemia."
"Acute leukemia?" Zhang Mengyu knew very well that the pill he gave the old man only activated the activity of human cells, thereby helping to prolong life. Strictly speaking, it can only be regarded as a health product, not a cure.
At Mr. Qin's age, he can't handle this acute disease at all!
"After being rescued for one night, his condition has temporarily stabilized, but the doctor said that his condition will deteriorate at any time. Just now, his white blood cell count dropped again."
The treatment of leukemia is difficult to say, but it is simple to say. If you match the right bone marrow and perform bone marrow transplantation, the current survival rate is still very high!
When Zhang Mengyu was in elementary school, a classmate had leukemia. After a bone marrow paired transplant, he is now very healthy.
But the biggest feature of acute leukemia is that the condition deteriorates rapidly, and there is simply not so much time to match the bone marrow.
And even if they are matched, it is still unknown whether the old man can survive the operating room at his age.
In fact, the old man has already looked down on life and death. After all, he has come here so vigorously all his life, so what is there to be dissatisfied with?
But what he is worried about is the army. Although the current generation is very good, the next generation has not yet emerged any talents who can take the lead.
If Mr. Qin went there so suddenly, the impact would be very great, and there may even be some unpredictable situations.
"I'll go with you," Zhang Mengyu said, "It's no wonder that Qin Feng has been wet lately. It seems that brother's chest muscles need to be leaned on."
"You're still joking at this hour," Mr. Zhou scolded, "If Qin Feng is here again, I wish he could beat you."
"If he doesn't want Mr. Qin to recover, he can beat me anyway!"
"What did you say? You mean, you have a solution?" Elder Zhou's eyes lit up immediately, "I know you have some achievements in the field of artificial intelligence in medicine, but this is a serious medical field, you."
"In fact, our ancestors also produced many masters," Zhang Mengyu said, "Do you know what the earliest secretary in the medical field was in history?"
"I still know this, "The Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic." This is one of the earliest classics, and it is also the first of the four classics of traditional Chinese medicine.
"No, it's not actually," Zhang Meng said with a smile, "Actually, the Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic is only a small part of another book, that book is called "Shen Nong Pharmacopoeia", and "The Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic" is only less than one-third of its length It's just the content."
"The "Emperor's Internal Classic" puts more emphasis on traditional Chinese medicine physiotherapy, and the rest of it also involves another very ancient discipline, alchemy and medicine!"
"You still know alchemy and medicine?" Zhou Lao asked in surprise.
In China, there are actually many alchemists and pharmacists. Their inheritance is very ancient, and these two knowledges are even more profound and broad than traditional Chinese medicine.
But because of the high barriers to entry, not everyone has the ability to refine alchemy and medicine. Even in ancient times, people with this ability were gradually deified, so it has not been passed down completely.
The so-called alchemists and pharmacists nowadays can only refine some very low-level medicines at best.
One is because alchemy and medicine are extremely difficult, and the other is because of the loss of the prescription.
"Understand a little," Zhang Mengyu said, "That book was compiled by my ancestors, do you know Shennong?"
Elder Zhou nodded, but this is a legendary figure, so did your ancestors know Shennong?
"My ancestor is Shennong!" Zhang Mengyu said, "His name is Zhang Shengnong. He was very obsessed with drug research at that time. During this process, he visited the whole country and cured many incurable diseases. At the same time, he wrote this work , I don’t know how to pass it on, so it became Shennong, and later he simply called his book "Shennong Pharmacopoeia."
"Then hurry up and follow me!" Elder Zhou grabbed Zhang Mengyu's shoulder impatiently, "Now, immediately, immediately, go to Yanjing with me!"
(End of this chapter)
The World Economic Summit ended in a noise like a vegetable market.
The representatives who have borrowed money have finally let go of their high-hanging hearts. Although they are all heavily in debt now, at least they have solved their current urgent needs.
As for the debt owed, what else can I do if I pay it off slowly?It's just that they are very clear that unless Zhang Mengyu dies overnight, they will be shrouded in the shadow of the Zhang family for the rest of their lives.
"Stinky boy, how is business today?" Mr. Zhou slowly walked from behind Zhang Menglong, "Have you made a lot of money?"
"Not bad," Zhang Meng said with a smile, "A total of 22 trillion US dollars has been lent out. According to the current interest rate, there is no problem in earning tens of billions of dollars a year!"
"Hahaha good!" Elder Zhou laughed happily.
As for whether the money belongs to Zhang Mengyu or the country, Mr. Zhou doesn't care at all, because Zhang Mengyu is a Chinese, and he is also a Chinese with a sense of national honor.
"The Chinese New Year is coming soon, do you have any plans, do you want to go back to your hometown?" Mr. Zhou and Zhang Mengyu talked about their family's troubles.
"Let's not go back," Zhang Mengyu said, "My family members are gone."
Zhang Mengyu can't say that his family has already stepped into the gate of the new world, can he?So Mr. Zhou will definitely regard him as crazy.
"Why don't you bring your little girlfriend to Yanjing to celebrate the New Year this year?" Elder Zhou invited, "By the way, I can introduce some people to you."
"Okay," Zhang Menglong agreed after thinking for a moment, where to go to celebrate the New Year?Moreover, Mr. Zhou has no children under his knees, and an old man is also strangely lonely.
"I'll take a call," Mr. Zhou's cell phone rang suddenly, "Let's have lunch together later."
"Okay, you are busy first, and I will calculate the money." Zhang Mengyu rubbed his fingers, and was about to calculate how much money this ticket could make, but he suddenly noticed that Zhou Lao's expression changed. very seriously.
"What did you say? Lao Qin's condition has deteriorated? How do these doctors do things? Didn't they say that there is at least one or two years left?"
"What about the latest targeted therapy technology?"
"Okay, I get it, you guys stay with Lao Qin well, I'll go back to Yanjing tonight!"
"Sorry for being vague, I'm in a hurry, I have to go back first, I can only treat you to this meal next time." Elder Zhou seemed to be in a hurry.
"Why, what happened? I seem to have heard you say Lao Qin just now. Could it be Qin Feng's grandfather?"
Elder Zhou nodded, "This old guy has spent his whole life working for the country. It never occurred to him that good people would be rewarded, and that he would still suffer this kind of torture in his later years."
"How did this happen?" Zhang Mengyu asked, "Didn't I give Mr. Qin a pill last time? Logically speaking, according to his physical functions, there is no problem in living another ten years."
"The last time I took your pills, Lao Qin's body and bones have indeed become much stronger, and he even went to the army to wrestle with those recruits when he was a lot of age," Zhou Lao said, "But the old guy is old after all, He passed out suddenly in the military camp last week, everyone thought he was too excited and couldn't bear it for a while, but who knew, the old guy had acute leukemia."
"Acute leukemia?" Zhang Mengyu knew very well that the pill he gave the old man only activated the activity of human cells, thereby helping to prolong life. Strictly speaking, it can only be regarded as a health product, not a cure.
At Mr. Qin's age, he can't handle this acute disease at all!
"After being rescued for one night, his condition has temporarily stabilized, but the doctor said that his condition will deteriorate at any time. Just now, his white blood cell count dropped again."
The treatment of leukemia is difficult to say, but it is simple to say. If you match the right bone marrow and perform bone marrow transplantation, the current survival rate is still very high!
When Zhang Mengyu was in elementary school, a classmate had leukemia. After a bone marrow paired transplant, he is now very healthy.
But the biggest feature of acute leukemia is that the condition deteriorates rapidly, and there is simply not so much time to match the bone marrow.
And even if they are matched, it is still unknown whether the old man can survive the operating room at his age.
In fact, the old man has already looked down on life and death. After all, he has come here so vigorously all his life, so what is there to be dissatisfied with?
But what he is worried about is the army. Although the current generation is very good, the next generation has not yet emerged any talents who can take the lead.
If Mr. Qin went there so suddenly, the impact would be very great, and there may even be some unpredictable situations.
"I'll go with you," Zhang Mengyu said, "It's no wonder that Qin Feng has been wet lately. It seems that brother's chest muscles need to be leaned on."
"You're still joking at this hour," Mr. Zhou scolded, "If Qin Feng is here again, I wish he could beat you."
"If he doesn't want Mr. Qin to recover, he can beat me anyway!"
"What did you say? You mean, you have a solution?" Elder Zhou's eyes lit up immediately, "I know you have some achievements in the field of artificial intelligence in medicine, but this is a serious medical field, you."
"In fact, our ancestors also produced many masters," Zhang Mengyu said, "Do you know what the earliest secretary in the medical field was in history?"
"I still know this, "The Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic." This is one of the earliest classics, and it is also the first of the four classics of traditional Chinese medicine.
"No, it's not actually," Zhang Meng said with a smile, "Actually, the Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic is only a small part of another book, that book is called "Shen Nong Pharmacopoeia", and "The Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic" is only less than one-third of its length It's just the content."
"The "Emperor's Internal Classic" puts more emphasis on traditional Chinese medicine physiotherapy, and the rest of it also involves another very ancient discipline, alchemy and medicine!"
"You still know alchemy and medicine?" Zhou Lao asked in surprise.
In China, there are actually many alchemists and pharmacists. Their inheritance is very ancient, and these two knowledges are even more profound and broad than traditional Chinese medicine.
But because of the high barriers to entry, not everyone has the ability to refine alchemy and medicine. Even in ancient times, people with this ability were gradually deified, so it has not been passed down completely.
The so-called alchemists and pharmacists nowadays can only refine some very low-level medicines at best.
One is because alchemy and medicine are extremely difficult, and the other is because of the loss of the prescription.
"Understand a little," Zhang Mengyu said, "That book was compiled by my ancestors, do you know Shennong?"
Elder Zhou nodded, but this is a legendary figure, so did your ancestors know Shennong?
"My ancestor is Shennong!" Zhang Mengyu said, "His name is Zhang Shengnong. He was very obsessed with drug research at that time. During this process, he visited the whole country and cured many incurable diseases. At the same time, he wrote this work , I don’t know how to pass it on, so it became Shennong, and later he simply called his book "Shennong Pharmacopoeia."
"Then hurry up and follow me!" Elder Zhou grabbed Zhang Mengyu's shoulder impatiently, "Now, immediately, immediately, go to Yanjing with me!"
(End of this chapter)
