After Lin Yao crushed the enormous white Ganoderma lucidum into pieces and stuffed them into his mouth, allowing the little grass to absorb them completely, all the medicinal materials were processed. Lin Yao was delighted to find that the little grass was more active than ever before. The tail at the end of the seed had become thicker and full of power. The end of the tail would also fork and gather on its own from time to time, as if it were a hint at the branching of the root bud when the seed sprouts.
Lin Yao deliberately removed the bedspread, covering all the medicinal residue without any further processing. Some of these residues were exactly the same shape as before; they had simply entered Lin Yao's mouth briefly, been absorbed by the medicinal vapors, and then spat out. Lin Yao kept these residues so that Situ Hao and Zhang Yongqi would see them, and know that he hadn't used these herbs for any other purpose, but had extracted their essence through a mysterious method, which was entirely used for Zhang Yongqi's treatment.
Lin Yao tossed the bedsheet, still covered in medicinal residue, beside the bed and left the room, going to Zhang Yongqi's room. "Mr. Situ, has the matter been clarified?"
"I understand, I understand everything." Zhang Yongqi interjected excitedly. Hearing that his illness could be completely cured, he was extremely excited and could not hold back for a moment. "Miracle doctor, please save me. I will do what you arrange right away. I know some friends in the capital who are in the medicinal herb business. I will have someone deliver the herbs tonight, and I will try my best to collect them in the future."
Seeing that Lin Yao still had a cold expression, Zhang Yongqi immediately became nervous and hurriedly said, "I will transfer the money to Situ Hao's account right away. If you have any other requests, please tell me and I will do my best to fulfill them."
"That's all." Lin Yao chuckled inwardly. People with connections are different. They can get medicinal herbs that others struggle to obtain with just one phone call. "We'll start treating you now. You can send your accompanying doctors back. Just leave the nursing staff. You can start eating today, but you must follow my instructions. Otherwise, I won't be responsible for any consequences, and I won't continue to treat you."
"Definitely, definitely." Zhang Yongqi was sweating with tension. Stomach cancer had tormented him to the point of being unrecognizable. Now that he had hope of being reborn, of course he had to obey. "I will definitely listen to the miracle doctor. Thank you, miracle doctor, for giving me a second life."
Lin Yao ignored such sycophantic words and remained indifferent. "The main thing is the medicinal herbs. You must get as many herbs as possible as soon as possible. As long as you have enough herbs, I guarantee you will be able to live a normal life within a month. After that, you can make a full recovery with supplementary treatment. The herbs you brought this time have all been used up. You can go down to the room and take a look yourself in a little while."
"Ah!" Zhang Yongqi was stunned by the news that surprised him. He stared into Lin Yao's eyes and murmured, "One month... one month to live a normal life... thank you, thank you."
“Let’s begin. Take off your clothes and get into bed. Your cancer cells have started to spread, and your whole body needs treatment.” Lin Yao pointed to the bed. “As long as you have enough medicine and are willing to spend the money, I can not only cure your cancer, but also make your wrinkles disappear, restore your figure from your youth, and even fully restore your sexual ability.”
Zhang Yongqi let out a cry and immediately began to take off his clothes, his movements so swift that he didn't seem like a dying patient at all.
Situ Hao stood silently to the side, deeply moved. He was grateful that he had contacted Lin Yao immediately and gained his friendship. Not only would his daughter have a happy life, but it would also greatly assist his future career.
Lin Yao currently appears to be a doctor who only cares about money, but Situ Hao knows this is just a facade. Lin Yao is willing to ruin his reputation to charge exorbitant fees in order to help disaster victims. Putting himself in Lin Yao's shoes, Situ Hao believes that if he had the same abilities, he could never do what Lin Yao did. The kind of treatment where one cannot even show their true face requires immense courage and noble sentiments to endure.
Lin Yao quietly examined Zhang Yongqi's entire body for cancerous lesions and injected poison gas to kill the scattered diseased cells. He felt a little guilty towards Zhang Yongqi. According to Situ Hao, the other party was a decent person. He had made Zhang Yongqi suffer a long time because the disease could have been cured in two or three treatments, and the other party even treated him like a sucker, constantly demanding precious medicinal materials. This behavior was despicable.
After examining Zhang Yongqi's entire body and treating most of the diseased cells, Lin Yao sighed. It was truly a dilemma; helping some people inevitably affected the interests of others, which left Lin Yao feeling helpless.
Consider it as making Zhang Yongqi regurgitate some of the profits he gained from exploiting ordinary people; it's a way of accumulating good karma for him. Thinking this, Lin Yao's eyes brightened, and he reached out and pressed his hand against Zhang Yongqi's stomach…
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Chapter Ninety: Plot
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After the treatment, Zhang Yongqi clearly felt the difference in his body. The weakness and pain disappeared, and the long-lost feeling of ease returned to him, which made him extremely excited.
Zhang Yongqi was very good at interpersonal relationships. After the treatment, he did not follow Lin Yao's instructions to immediately rest in bed. Instead, he began to contact people to pay for the consultation and collect medicinal materials, as if he was seeking Lin Yao's opinion, wanting to do something for Lin Yao.
Lin Yao still felt somewhat guilty towards this patient, who was, strictly speaking, the first one to be extorted. He gritted his teeth and refused the other party's offer of goodwill, deciding to speed up the treatment process so that Zhang Yongqi could regain his normal work and life abilities as soon as possible. He would delay the subsequent treatment in order to obtain more medicine and funds.
As Lin Yao was seen off with profuse thanks, he thought to himself, "No wonder some people say success isn't accidental; successful people in every industry have their own special abilities." Just looking at Zhang Yongqi's behavior at this moment, one could tell how adept he was at interpersonal relationships. Even Lin Yao, who had always disliked real estate developers, couldn't help but abandon the idea of keeping his distance from him. And this was just the effect of Zhang Yongqi's verbal communication. Imagine Zhang Yongqi deliberately cultivating relationships with key figures at all levels, catering to their preferences—Lin Yao couldn't help but admire him. Truly, every profession has its top performers.
This time, Situ Hao stayed at the Shangri-La Hotel again. After going downstairs, Lin Yao refused the taxi the hotel had booked for him and decided to take the bus home. He was joking, of course; he'd have to pay for the taxi himself anyway. Being frugal since childhood, Lin Yao felt it wasn't worth spending over twenty yuan on a taxi fare at this point. Besides, he hadn't had any alone time in a long time and wanted to really explore the city.
Strolling casually down the street, observing the not-so-clear waters of the Funan River, watching happy couples sitting on stone benches in the riverside greenbelt, feeling the joys and sorrows of people whether they were relaxing or busy, Lin Yao felt as if he had been in a dream. He had unknowingly stood above all others and could no longer look at the world with ordinary eyes. His former ideal of becoming a formal doctor was no longer appropriate.
Whether having a parasitic plant inside his body is a good thing or not, Lin Yao doesn't have a final answer yet, but there are two things he's sure of: his life is saved; all the hard work and busyness was worthwhile, and he's happy.
The bus is a microcosm of society: chatting, flirting, conducting business over the phone, expressing love over the phone, arguing and breaking up over the phone, comforting children—the list goes on. Lin Yao even witnessed a young pickpocket, after failing to steal something, calmly get off the bus and leave under the gaze of the passengers, leaving behind a group of people with varying expressions to continue contemplating this society. The lives of ordinary people are condensed into this small space, constantly enacting the joys and sorrows of life.
On the bus, Lin Yao received three phone calls. One was from Long Yihun, urging him about Xiao Lian's matter; another was from Lan Xiaoqing, inviting him for coffee; and the last was from his mother, Lin Hongmei, saying she had arrived home and urging him to hurry back. The first two calls were obviously excuses and prevarications. Xiao Cao could barely store medicinal energy now and had to wait until Hu Zi arrived before using the herbs Zhang Yongqi had obtained to resolve all four matters at once. He naturally refused Lan Xiaoqing's invitation to go out with friends; he was too busy and had already decided to keep his distance from Xia Yuwen. As for the last one, Lin Yao couldn't refuse. He was on his way back, unaware of the terrible scolding his father was receiving from his mother.
"You two, father and son, have caused me so much worry. The old man is careless, and the young one is always running around all over the world. How am I supposed to live if something happens to you!" Lin Hongmei scolded Luo Jimin and Lin Yao with red eyes. The two father and son hung their heads and didn't say a word. They had long since figured out Lin Hongmei's temper. Letting her vent would make things better. They couldn't talk back to her now, not even agree with her.
"Yao'er, let's hand over this prescription. We can't live like this anymore." Tears streamed down Lin Hongmei's face. She had been under immense pressure from all sides lately, and now that her husband had almost gotten into trouble, she finally couldn't take it anymore and was on the verge of collapse.
“Mom, don’t worry, Uncle Wen has already contacted a security company and will hire some professional security personnel to guard the pharmaceutical factory 24 hours a day.” Lin Yao could only say this because he couldn’t bear Lin Hongmei’s tears. “We will move to Kangqi Pharmaceutical Factory in a few days. Uncle Wu is familiar with the people at Ximen Police Station and knows people in the underworld there. They have a good relationship. This kind of thing will not happen again.”
"Yes, yes, Hongmei, don't worry, I'm fine." Luo Jimin's bruises on his face were still quite severe, and his nodding and smiling manner was somewhat like Ouyang Feng from "The Eagle Shooting Heroes," which made Lin Yao want to laugh.
"Yao'er, what about you? Going out alone in this situation, aren't you afraid of being kidnapped by bad guys?" Lin Hongmei turned her attention to Lin Yao.
"Mom, you yourself said that you can't recognize your son every time I disguise myself, so how could anyone else know who I am?" Lin Yao comforted Lin Hongmei in an ingratiating manner. "Yesterday's kidnappers were all caught in one fell swoop. Didn't you hear what Uncle Wen said? Even the small-time gang leader from the South Gate came to our door to curry favor. This kind of thing won't happen again."
Seeing that Lin Hongmei was still worried, Lin Yao had no choice but to reveal more things, since it would have to be made public eventually anyway. "Mom, you didn't expect this, did you? Brother Ge Yong used to be a special forces soldier in the army. I don't know his exact identity, but he must be very capable. He's going to work for our company and will even help us set up a security team. With him around, you can rest assured that you, Dad, and I will all be safe."
"Oh? Ge Yong is that capable? I didn't realize that." Lin Hongmei's expression softened. "It's good that he's coming to work at the company. I really like this little girl, Nannan. Your father and I have always wanted to give you a younger sister, but we couldn't afford it. Nannan can be our goddaughter."
Hearing his mother's words, Lin Yao rolled his eyes. What was that all about? Looking at his mother with a wry smile, Lin Yao said, "Mom, didn't you hear me call Ge Yong 'Big Brother'? I even recognized him as my older brother yesterday. From now on, you'll be Nannan's grandma, a higher level."
"Grandma?" Lin Hongmei stopped crying, her expression strange. "Am I that old? How could I possibly have given birth to a son as big as Ge Yong? I won't know how to talk to him when we meet again."
"Everyone pays their own, everyone pays their own." Luo Jimin interrupted casually. Last night's events had shown him the iron-willed military spirit of Ge Yong and his group. He missed the long-lost feeling of the military camp and thought it was good to have Lin Yao recognize this older brother, but he was still a little unaccustomed to being the godfather himself.
"Mom, don't worry, your son is actually capable of protecting himself." After Lin Yao finished speaking, he took out a steel needle. Before anyone could see him make any movement, there was a loud crash, and the thick porcelain pen holder on the bedroom desk was shattered, leaving Lin Hongmei and Luo Jimin dumbfounded.
It took Luo Jimin a long time to come to his senses. He stared intently at Lin Yao, "True Qi?"
"Yes, true qi. Your son is a genius; his cultivation has improved again." Lin Yao proudly raised his chin, a smug expression on his face.
"That puts my mind at ease." Lin Hongmei breathed a sigh of relief, then suddenly remembered something else, "Yao'er, your uncle is coming over, he gave me his phone number."
"Great! I haven't seen my uncle in ages. How's he doing?" Lin Yao asked happily. "My uncle is so busy, it's rare for him to travel to Chengdu for work. We're not even from the same military region. What's he doing here?"
Lin Hongmei sighed, a troubled expression on her face. "It's all because of the prescription. Your uncle mentioned it on the phone, saying he'd talk about it when he got here. Yao'er, can't we really hand over this prescription? Giving it to the country would be more beneficial, wouldn't it? Your uncle said it's very important for national defense."
“Mom, I told you long ago, it’s useless to give this formula away. The key isn’t the formula itself, but the catalytic enzyme and the two microorganisms. Giving it to others won’t help either, because they will make poisonous medicines according to the formula.” Lin Yao said, a thought suddenly occurring to him.
When the dehydration experiment was conducted, how did Xiaocao manage to find two types of microorganisms? Moreover, these two microorganisms seemed to have appeared out of thin air; they couldn't be found in the "Microbiome Atlas," which means that these two microorganisms are not something one would encounter in daily life. Where did Xiaocao find them? And how did it know about the capabilities of these two microorganisms?
A microorganism survives and reproduces with the help of its own secreted saliva. Then, it releases a catalytic enzyme in the culture medium. This catalytic enzyme then helps a second microorganism to reproduce, decomposing the medicinal materials and producing the effective components of the drought-resistant beverage concentrate. The most crucial element here is the saliva secreted by the microorganism under the control of the grass. Without the saliva, the first microorganism cannot survive.