Song Pianlan shouted: "What else do you have to say? It's useless if you want to defend yourself. This is the result of grandpa's research after years of research."

Si Mingjing was still not anxious: "Then think that my master and grandfather have discovered the horns of Tibetan antelope, which can extract the non-toxic animal paclitaxel."

This is clearly what I want to occupy half of the glory!

How could Mr. Song tolerate her?

Mr. Song's face turned pale: "It's all nonsense. You kid is not only dishonest, but you know your mistakes and are stubborn and useless, and you can't help but be helpless!"

"Do you want to steal the research results of my great-grandfather and decide until I finish speaking. Anyway, everyone doesn't need these few minutes, right?"

Mr. Song just wanted to call her to the west with a crutch: "I just see how you can argue."

Si Mingjing did not rush to speak, but brought a glass of red wine, shaking it to moisten his throat.

That calm attitude of not being too fast and still trying to turn the tide was almost flat.

She took a sip and said, "Great grandpa, since you have been studying for many years, you must have applied it to clinical trials and have been certified in many patients. We have confirmed that the non-toxic animal paclitaxel extracted from the horns of Tibetan antelope can indeed cure cancer, right?"

Mr. Song showed a rigorous attitude of a doctor: "That's natural. Without clinical trials, how can you make a conclusion easily? Medicine is not a joke, so you must be very cautious. I have successfully cured more than a dozen advanced cancer patients, and these more than a dozen advanced cancer patients have recovered well after the operation, so I dared to say that I have found a breakthrough."

At this time, a guest came out and said, "Everyone, I am one of the patients who have been cured by Mr. Song. I came here tonight to thank Mr. Song. I can guarantee that Mr. Song was cured. Miss Si, it is an indisputable fact that you steal your great-grandfather's research results. Don't argue anymore. If you continue to argue, your eating behavior will be too ugly!"

Si Mingjing looked at the guest. He was not very old, probably only in his thirties, and he was a man.

I thought to myself that God helped me!

Si Mingjing asked: "Sir, it turns out that you were cured by my great-grandfather. That's great. What I lack the most now is a clinically cured patient. I want to verify something from you."

"What's the matter?" the man's tone was cold.

Si Mingjing said: "My master discovered that the animal paclitaxel extracted from the horns of Tibetan antelope can cure cancer. He was overjoyed at first, but later, after more than 20 clinical trials, the cured patients all suffered from sequelae..."

"There are no sequelae!" the man flatly denied.

Si Mingjing blinked his phoenix eyes: "Are you sure? After healing, you have no dysfunction?"

The man's eyes were stunned, his face froze, and his expression was a little surprised.

He spoke subconsciously: "How do you know?"

As soon as he asked, he confirmed Si Mingjing's words.

Si Mingjing looked rigorous: "My master discovered this sequelae, and Tibetan antelope is a rare protected animal. In the end, he denied this major breakthrough and seriously warned me that it is not advisable to extract animal paclitaxel from the sheep horns of Tibetan antelope!"

The three words "undesirable" fall down, making it sound.

Mr. Song's eyes widened. How could this be possible?

He never found this sequelae!

This is really not the fault of Mr. Song. After all, most patients are unwilling to mention this difficult problem!

Moreover, the patient may not be sure. This is because he took Mr. Song's medicine. What's more, some elderly patients are already... So Mr. Song really doesn't know.

But at this moment, Si Mingjing proposed that all the beautiful dreams that Mr. Song, who had been famous for thousands of years, were instantly destroyed.
Chapter completed!