Chapter 1784

After saying these things, Wei Liang pulled his suitcase and left the restaurant with big strides.

And at this time, Shi Misi felt as if he had been humiliated.

Just in the moment he was stunned, Wei Liang had already left the restaurant.

He looked down at the box of Nine Mysteries Reconstitution Pills on the table, feeling extremely angry in his heart. He raised his hand and threw the box of medicine into the trash can, roaring in a rage as if venting: "What kind of bullshit Reconstitution Pill, it's all fucking dog shit! In order to treat my son, I spent millions of US dollars to try all kinds of cutting-edge technology! Even if the president got cancer, the treatment he could get would never be more than my son! After using so much effort and still couldn't cure him, how could this kind of dog shit traditional Chinese medicine cure him!"

At this time, the public relations person who had been hiding in the back and hadn't come out to disturb the two walked out hurriedly and asked: "Mr. Shi Misi, what happened? Did Mr. Wei leave?"

Shi Misi said angrily: "He has already rolled away!"

The public relations person asked awkwardly: "The meal is almost ready, should I serve yours first?"

"Serve a fart!" Shi Misi cursed irritably: "I wanted to tell you long ago that the food your chef makes is ten thousand times worse than shit! If it weren't for making money, I would have stuffed the food he made into his ass long ago!"

The public relations person was stunned instantly, never dreaming that Shi Misi, who was always gentle and gentlemanly, would be so furious.

But he also understood very well that Shi Misi must be in a very bad mood, and he couldn't touch his bad luck at this time.

So he hurriedly apologized with a smile: "Mr. Shi Misi, please rest assured, we will definitely change the chef next time. At that time, we will invite a Michelin-starred French chef from New York to serve you personally."

Shi Misi shook his head and said coldly: "No need."

Speaking of this, he became dejected and said with red eyes: "This is my last time cooperating with you. Don't look for me again for such things in the future..."

At this moment, Shi Misi knew very well in his heart that his son was hopeless.

Although he just told Wei Liang that he still hoped to continue the T-cell immunotherapy worth 470,000 US dollars from Novartis Pharmaceuticals for his son, he knew very well in his heart that that kind of so-called cutting-edge technology was far from being the nemesis of cancer. It only had a good therapeutic effect on blood cancer and lymphoma, but its effect on solid tumors was very average.

In front of terminal solid tumor patients, this immunotherapy worth 470,000 US dollars per time was just like playing around, with very little effect.

To use an inappropriate metaphor, this is like, wind can easily blow away a fart, but it is very difficult to thoroughly blow away a pile of shit.

Plus, he was now penniless and it was very difficult to scrape together 470,000 US dollars to carry out the next treatment.

Shi Misi usually had a high income, and his family also had very perfect medical insurance. However, what medical insurance covers are those treatment methods that have been officially put into commercial use and have been included in the medical insurance target.

And in order to keep his son's life, Shi Misi had been using his own convenience to contact those top medical technologies in the world, and even many medical technologies that were still in the experimental stage.

That kind of medical method had a very high cost, and medical insurance didn't care at all, not bearing a single cent.

So, over the years, Shi Misi had sunk millions of US dollars in assets.

And among this, at least half or more was this kind of gray income like today.

Now, he was unable to afford it.

Moreover, he also knew very well in his heart that his son's situation had begun to take a turn for the worse, with blindness and deafness following one after another.

According to this trend, one month was already the best situation.

A little worse, he might not even be able to last a week.

Under these circumstances, he really didn't need to continue to earn such extra money.

That public relations person was still thinking about how to persuade him, but he had already stood up and turned to walk out.

However, after walking a few steps, he suddenly thought of what Wei Liang said before leaving.

So, he also asked himself in his heart: "That Chinese person didn't seem to be wrong. Why would he go to such great lengths to fly across half the earth and spend fifty thousand US dollars to find me and say a bunch of dog shit?"

After hesitating for a moment, he turned back hurriedly.

Seeing that the public relations person was about to take away the trash can, he blurted out hurriedly: "Don't move! Put the trash can down!"

The public relations person asked in surprise: "Mr. Shi Misi... you... what's wrong with you?"

Shi Misi walked up to him with big strides, snatched the trash can from his hand, then took out the box of Nine Mysteries Reconstitution Pills, and turned to leave the restaurant with that box of medicine.

At this time, outside the restaurant, Wei Liang's figure was no longer visible.

Just a minute ago, Wei Liang had already taken a taxi to the hotel he had booked in downtown Washington.

He knew clearly that it was probably impossible to take down such a stubborn person as Shi Misi.

So, he had to hurry up and think of a way to execute Ye Chen's second plan.

That is to find a star who is a household name in the United States, and who must also be a star suffering from cancer.

In the taxi to the hotel, he had already started searching for relevant information on his mobile phone, hoping to find the most suitable object for drug testing.

While searching, he was still indignant about Shi Misi's attitude just now, and couldn't help complaining in a low voice: "This person is really blind, not even believing in the divine medicine personally refined by Master Ye. I flew more than ten thousand kilometers, wanting to bring you a creation that many people have dreamed of, but you just don't want it. I really don't know how much you will regret it in the future..."

At the same time, James Shi Misi had also sat in his car. He didn't rush to start the car immediately, but held the Nine Mysteries Reconstitution Pill in his hand and looked at it repeatedly.

Because he couldn't see anything, he dismantled the medicine box and found that it was a plastic medicine board inside. Through the transparent material, he could see seven black, round medicinal pills placed inside.

He subconsciously picked one of the pills out of the plastic board. The moment the aluminum foil was picked open, a strong fragrance of medicinal herbs rushed out from it.

Shi Misi was shocked by this fragrance, but his first thought was to mutter uncontrollably: "Such a heavy fragrance, could it be that essence or aromatic substances were added to it?!"

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed, sighed, put the medicine on the passenger seat, and drove to the hospital.

Arriving at the hospital, his wife was sitting outside the ICU ward, crying endlessly. Through the huge glass window, he could see his son lying on the hospital bed, covered with tubes.

His eight-year-old daughter saw him return, so she hugged him and asked: "Dad, is brother about to die?"

Shi Misi comforted hurriedly: "Don't think nonsense, your brother won't die."

Speaking of this, he himself couldn't control his nose from souring.

Immediately after, he discovered that his son in the ward was actually using a ventilator.

Although his son's condition was relatively serious, there was no big problem with his respiratory system, so it hadn't reached the point of needing a ventilator.

Moreover, when he left just now, his son was a bit broken because of deafness, so the doctor injected a little safe dose of sedative, and he fell asleep before he left. So he didn't understand why he still needed a ventilator while the child was asleep.

So he asked his wife hurriedly: "Jenny, why is Jimmy using a ventilator?"

His wife Jenny Shi Misi choked and said: "The doctor said his physical functions are declining very fast, and his blood oxygen has dropped, so they used a ventilator."

Speaking of this, she couldn't control herself and said with tears: "James... the doctor said, Jimmy might not have much time left..."