Chapter 387: Why See a Doctor Without Money?

"Doctor Wu, Jun Jun is tired. We will let him rest here for a moment and leave immediately." The couple stood up in a hurry.

"Tired? What tired? Can't he even walk these few steps? Hurry up and go. It's fortunate that it's night; if it were daytime with people coming and going, what kind of decorum would that be?" Wu Zheng frowned.

"Is your father a patient now? If you made him get up and walk a few steps, do you think he could do it?" Chen Yu could not stand it anymore.

"Chen Yu, what are you doing here? Why are you everywhere?" Seeing Chen Yu, Wu Zheng's expression immediately darkened.

He could not stand Chen Yu; he felt that Chen Yu was destined to oppose him.

"This is a patient. You can stand there and talk without feeling the pain, but the patient cannot. You are a doctor too..."

"I am a member of the Medical Research Center, a high-level talent in specialized research. Don't compare me to ordinary doctors," Wu Zheng said proudly.

"Then why are you wearing this skin? Why does your Medical Center recruit patients?" Chen Yu's words left Wu Zheng speechless: "No matter how high-end the research topic is, you are still a doctor, and your research is meant to benefit humanity."

"If you think you are superior because of your status at the Medical Center, then you have truly wasted decades of schooling."

"I'm sorry, Doctor Wu. We will leave right now. Thank you for seeing my Jun Jun." The couple kept a very low profile, fearing they would anger Wu Zheng.

"Hmph, your son's blood disease is very special. You've been to many places and spent a lot of money before, right?" Wu Zheng held his head high and said, "This disease can be treated at our research center."

"But you must prepare the surgery fees and follow-up treatment costs, at least 500,000. If you don't have the money, don't come back to waste everyone's time next time."

"Yes, yes, thank you, Doctor Wu." The couple smiled reluctantly and were about to leave with their child.

"Wait, Wu Zheng, you ask people to prepare 500,000—can you guarantee that you will cure their child's illness?" Chen Yu finally lost his temper.

"Chen Yu, you have studied Traditional Chinese Medicine after all. Can you guarantee that you can cure people 100%?" Wu Zheng sneered, "We can only say we have a way, but we cannot guarantee a cure. The cure rate for this special disease of his is less than 50%."

"So you dare to let people go back and prepare 500,000 before coming back? Do you know how difficult 500,000 is for ordinary people like them? They might not even be able to save that much in most of their lives. Your words are equivalent to sentencing them to death," Chen Yu said coldly.

"Chen Yu, when did you become so noble? Does your Xinglinju not charge money for seeing patients?" Wu Zheng was furious.

"I charge money for seeing patients, but I can guarantee a 100% cure. What do you have to back your claims?" Chen Yu retorted.

"I have it because I am a member of the Medical Research Center, because of this special mark on my sleeve, and because their disease cannot be treated anywhere else but here," Wu Zheng sneered, "Do you know what the power of knowledge is?"

"Besides, what does it have to do with me if they have no money? Did I make them get sick? There are many poor people in the world who can't afford medical treatment. Are they the only ones who are pitiful?"

"Fine, Wu Zheng, you have truly refreshed my view of you." Chen Yu pointed at the words 'Medical Research Center' and shouted, "Do you know the meaning of these words?"

"It is a responsibility and a commitment of the nation. Our country spends huge sums of money to hire you people to overcome global challenges for the benefit of Huaxia, not for you to hold special subsidies and consider yourselves superior."

"If the research center is full of people like you, I think there is no need for this research to continue, because even if the country invests more money, there will be no results, simply because you people are unworthy of your positions."

"Chen Yu, what right do you have to say that to me? Do you understand his condition? If you have the ability, you cure them," Wu Zheng was somewhat annoyed and embarrassed, "They had already spent over 300,000 before coming to us. Did they see a single splash of water?"

"Sir, please stop arguing. We will go back and scrape the money together," the couple said, fearing they would offend Wu Zheng, and quickly tried to persuade Chen Yu.

"Big brother, big sister, I can cure your child's illness. Over 300,000—they really dare to ask for that much," Chen Yu said, "If you trust me, you can let me try."

"You?" The couple looked at Chen Yu with suspicion and hesitation.

To be honest, the couple had spent a lot of money and traveled to many places for their son Jun Jun's illness. Sometimes, in their desperation, they had been cheated, and they did not know Chen Yu at all.

By comparison, Wu Zheng, who wore a white coat and had a red mark on his shoulder from the Medical Research Center, seemed more authoritative.

"Haha, Chen Yu, do you see? They don't believe you at all. I admit your Traditional Chinese Medicine has some tricks, but for this kind of blood disease, it is impossible for your Traditional Chinese Medicine to cure it," Wu Zheng laughed loudly.

"I know your concerns. How about this, I will leave you my business card. If you make up your mind, you can come to Xinglinju to find me. Anytime is fine. I will treat your child's illness for free," Chen Yu handed over a business card.

"Thank you." The man took the business card from Chen Yu's hand. He hesitated. To be honest, Chen Yu had great charisma. Although he did not know Chen Yu, he had an inexplicable trust in him.

"But the child's illness really cannot be delayed any longer. Your previous treatment methods were completely wrong. The money was spent, the child suffered, and the illness was not cured," Chen Yu sighed.

"Chen Yu, what do you mean? Do you have a better way?" Wu Zheng on the side sneered, "His disease can only be treated with hemodialysis and chemotherapy. Apart from the authoritative treatments at our Medical Center, there is simply no way elsewhere."

"The illness isn't cured, the patient suffers—do you call this treating an illness?" Chen Yu stared coldly at Wu Zheng.

"You..." Wu Zheng was enraged, "If you have the ability, you cure him."

"Brother, we will trust you once. You are right. The child has suffered enough, and we have spent plenty of money, but the illness is still not cured. If you have a way, please help my child. He was originally a genius," the man could not help but wipe away tears.

"Yes, he finished the high school curriculum at 8, skipped grades to take exams at 10, and was directly admitted to a 985 university in the province. He is thirteen this year and has already finished his thesis and received his graduation certificate ahead of schedule. Heaven is jealous of talent," the woman's eyes also turned red.

Because of Jun Jun's illness, even though he was almost fourteen, he still looked like a ten-year-old child.

"Is that so? Such a brilliant child should not have to suffer like this," Chen Yu said as he walked forward, "Jun Jun, I need to take a drop of your blood to take a look."

"Brother, go ahead," Jun Jun smiled and reached out his hand.

Chen Yu took out a Silver Needle and pricked him to draw a drop of blood. However, Jun Jun had a special blood disease; even a tiny prick would cause the wound to bleed uncontrollably. Once the needle went in, blood gushed out from the tiny needle hole like a spring.

"Chen Yu, are you crazy? His blood disease is very special. A tiny wound won't stop bleeding. Are you trying to make him lose too much blood?" Wu Zheng sneered.