After saying this, Wei Liang pulled his suitcase and left the hotel in a hurry.
At this time, Smith felt as if he had been humiliated.
Just as he was stunned for a moment, Wei Liang had already left the hotel.
He looked down at the box of Jiu Xuan Zai Zao Pills on the table, feeling extremely angry. He raised his hand and threw the box of pills into the trash can, and said angrily as if to vent his anger: "What bullshit Zai Zao Pills, they are all fucking shit."
!In order to treat my son, I have spent millions of dollars trying various cutting-edge technologies! Even if the president has cancer, he will never get more treatment than my son! After spending so much effort, he will be cured.
If you don't like him, how can this kind of bullshit Chinese patent medicine be cured well?"
At this time, the public relations staff who had been hiding behind and did not come out to disturb the two people hurriedly came out and asked: "Mr. Smith, what happened? Mr. Wei is gone?"
Smith said angrily: "He's gone!"
The publicist asked awkwardly: "The meal is almost ready, how about I serve yours first?"
"Damn it!" Smith cursed irritably: "I've wanted to tell you for a long time that your chef's cooking is 10,000 times worse than shit! If it weren't for making money, I would have fucking cooked him a long time ago
The food was stuffed into his butt!"
The public relations staff was stunned for a moment. They never imagined that Smith, who had always been a gentle gentleman, would be so angry.
But he also understood very well that Smith must be in a very bad mood, and nothing he could say at this time could hurt him.
So he hurriedly apologized and said with a smile: "Mr. Smith, please don't worry, we will definitely replace the chef next time. At that time, we will invite a French Michelin star chef from New York to come over and serve you personally."
Smith shook his head and said coldly: "No need."
At this point, he became slumped and said with red eyes: "This is the last time I will cooperate with you. If anything like this happens again, don't come to me again..."
At this moment, Smith knew deep down in his heart that his son was hopeless.
Although he just told Wei Liang that he hoped to continue treating his son with Novartis Pharmaceuticals' T-cell immunotherapy worth $470,000, he knew very well that the so-called cutting-edge technology was far from the nemesis of cancer.
It only has good therapeutic effects on blood cancers and lymphomas, but its effect on solid tumors is very average.
For patients with end-stage solid tumors, this immunotherapy, worth $470,000 a time, is just a joke and has minimal effect.
To use an inappropriate metaphor, it is like the wind can easily blow away a fart, but it is difficult to completely blow away a piece of shit.
In addition, he is now destitute and it is difficult to raise US$470,000 for the next treatment.
Smith's usual income is very high, and his family also has very complete medical insurance. However, the medical insurance covers only those treatments that have been officially put into commercial use and have been included in the medical insurance coverage.
In order to save his son's life, Smith has been taking advantage of his own convenience to gain access to the world's top medical technologies, even many of which are still in the experimental stage.
That kind of medical treatment is extremely costly, and medical insurance doesn't care about it at all and won't pay a penny.
So, over the past few years, Smith invested millions of dollars in assets.
Moreover, at least half of this is gray income similar to today's.
Right now, he can no longer afford it.
What's more, he also knew very well that his son's condition had begun to take a turn for the worse, with blindness and deafness coming one after another.
According to this trend, one month is already the best situation.
If it's a little worse, you may not even be able to survive a week.
Under this circumstance, there is really no need for him to continue to earn such extra money.
The public relations person was still thinking about how to persuade him, but he had already stood up, turned around and was about to walk out.
However, after taking a few steps, he suddenly thought of what Wei Liang said before he left.
So, he was asking himself in his mind: "What the Chinese guy said seems to be right. Why did he bother to fly halfway around the world and spend 50,000 US dollars to come and tell me a bunch of shit?"
After hesitating for a moment, he turned around quickly.
Seeing that the public relations officer was about to take away the trash can, he hurriedly blurted out: "Don't move! Put the trash can down!"
The public relations officer asked in surprise: "Mr. Smith...you...what's wrong with you?"
Smith strode up to him, snatched the trash can from his hand, then took out the box of Jiu Xuan Zao Pills, turned around and left the restaurant with the box of pills.
At this time, Wei Liang was nowhere to be seen outside the restaurant.
Just a minute ago, Wei Liang had already taken a taxi and headed to the hotel he had booked in downtown Washington.
He knew in his heart that someone as stubborn as Smith would most likely not be able to win.
Therefore, he must quickly find a way to implement Ye Chen's second plan.
That is to find a way to find a star who is a household name in the United States, and it must be a star who has already suffered 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 candidate for the drug test.
While he was looking for it, he was still feeling indignant about Smith's attitude just now. He couldn't help but complain in a low voice: "This person is really blind. He doesn't even believe in the magic medicine that Master Ye personally refined. I flew ten thousand
Duokilun, I want to bring you a blessing that many people have dreamed of for a long time, but you don’t want it. I really don’t know how you will regret it in the future..."
At the same time, James Smith had also gotten into his car. He did not rush to start the car immediately, but took the Jiuxuan Zaizao Pill in his hand and looked at it carefully.
Since he couldn't tell what was going on, he opened the pill box and found a plastic pill board inside. Through the transparent material, he could see seven black and round pills inside.
He subconsciously dug out one of the pills from the plastic plate. The moment the aluminum foil was pulled open, a strong herbal scent suddenly burst out from it.
Smith was shocked by the fragrance, but his first thought was to mutter uncontrollably: "With such a strong fragrance, is there any essence or aromatic substances added to it?!"
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, sighed, put the medicine on the passenger seat, and drove to the hospital.
When she arrived at the hospital, her wife was sitting outside the ICU ward crying. Through the huge glass window, she could see her son lying on the hospital bed with tubes inserted all over his body.
When her eight-year-old daughter saw him coming back, she hugged her and asked, "Dad, is my brother going to die?"
Smith hurriedly comforted him: "Don't think too much, your brother will not die."
Speaking of this, he couldn't help but feel a sore nose.
Immediately afterwards, he discovered that his son in the ward was actually put on a ventilator.
Although his son's condition is relatively serious, his respiratory system does not have major problems, so it is not serious enough to require a ventilator.
Moreover, when he left just now, his son had a breakdown due to his deafness. The doctor injected him with a safe amount of sedatives and he didn't leave until he fell asleep. So he didn't understand why the child had to be put on a ventilator while he was asleep.
So he hurriedly asked his wife: "Jenny, why is Jimmy on a ventilator?"
His wife Jenny Smith even said: "The doctor said that his body function declined rapidly and his blood oxygen dropped, so he was put on a ventilator."
As she said this, she couldn't control herself and said with tears: "James...the doctor said that Jimmy may not have much time left..."