Chapter 263: One Glance Worth One Million Dollars
In Guanganmen Hospital.

It is rare for President Lu to come here in person to take charge.

Today is the day when foreign patients are admitted to the hospital.

Early in the morning, several people from the relevant departments arrived in advance and held a meeting with several vice presidents of the hospital, and then finalized the general admission process.

Fortunately, everything had been prepared two days in advance, so no one panicked and all departments continued to operate in an orderly manner.

In an office.

A leader from the relevant department, sitting opposite, smiled and said to Wang Mengde:

"Comrade Wang Mengde, when they come, don't be nervous. Just treat them as ordinary patients. Don't feel any psychological pressure.

If we are confident of the treatment, we will use the medicine boldly. If the patient's condition is complicated, we will tell the truth and let them seek other treatment."

Seeing that Wang Mengde was so young, he was afraid that he would feel psychologically burdened because he was a foreign guest, so he did some ideological work in advance.

As someone who had personally participated in the war on the peninsula ten years ago and defeated the enemy once, he had enough self-confidence and pride when facing people coming from the other side of the ocean.

"Leader, please rest assured that I will treat them as normal patients when the time comes."

Wang Mengde also said with a smile.

Having lived two lives and met many legendary figures in this era, he has long since developed a big heart.

Moreover, his superb medical skills are also the basis of his confidence. Now, he can face anyone with dignity.

"Ah That's good."

The leader of the relevant department said with a smile.

He had heard of Wang Mengde's reputation a long time ago. A relative of his family had come to Guang'anmen Hospital for treatment and was also treated by Wang Mengde.

Diseases that were very difficult to treat in other hospitals were like child's play in his hands. He could cure them with just a simple thing.

Moreover, some other senior leaders would occasionally mention this name during casual conversations.

He was often fortunate enough to sit at the last seat, so he remembered it clearly.

airport.

At the door of a plane that had just landed, he saw the middle-aged man leading the group, a diplomatic staff member, and took two steps forward and stretched out his hands:

"Welcome, Mr. Wilson."

"thank you all."

Wilson also stretched out his hands and said with a smile.

"It's quite cold outside, please get in the car."

"Okay, by the way, there are quite a few people coming with me this time, as well as some supplies and equipment. Thank you for your hard work."

Wilson glanced at the forty or fifty people following him and said a little embarrassedly.

This time, he took a detour through a third country because the relationship between China and the United States was tense.

As one of the leaders of a top family, his travel is no small matter.

In addition to the necessary bodyguards, there are also a large group of people including butlers, secretaries, medical staff, chefs, nannies, etc.

In fact, before contacting China, he wanted to bring a entourage of several hundred people.

Later, after discussion, they decided that having so many people would not only be too crowded but also inconvenient, so they reduced the number of people.

After getting in the car, he looked out the window and saw that there were no tall buildings outside, basically only low buildings. He sighed in his heart.

It was this nation that, with a clear record, wrestled with its own country ten years ago.

And he won.

Thinking of this, he tightened his coat and closed his eyes to rest.

The United States and China are thousands of miles apart. I took several flights and spent three or four days to finally reach my destination.

He had never suffered such hardship since he was a child.

Guanganmen Hospital.

In a very bright and clean clinic.

Wang Mengde, Pu Lao and several other people sat on chairs, drinking tea and waiting.

"Meng De, when the foreigners come later, you will treat them. I get annoyed when I see them."

After taking a sip of tea, Pu Lao frowned and said.

He has seen a lot of bad scenes in the past few decades, so he is most reluctant to treat foreigners.

If Dean Lu had not explained to him that the country could obtain a large amount of medical fees this time, he would never have let his apprentice take action.

"Mr. Pu, we are also earning foreign exchange for the country.

In this way, you will be in charge of the team for a while, and let Comrade Wang Mengde treat the patient alone first."

The leader of the relevant department hurriedly said something to comfort him.

In this era, in fact, every Chinese person has the same idea as Mr. Pu, and he is no exception.

But there are some things that you have to do no matter how unwilling you are.

Just as a few people were chatting, a burst of dense footsteps suddenly came from outside.

Judging from the time, it should be the foreign patient who has arrived.

Their guess was correct. After the door opened, a group of people walked in. Among them were several foreigners with blond hair, blue eyes and white skin, accompanied by Dean Lu and two other people.

"Comrade Wang Mengde, this is Mr. Wilson and his son, little Al."

"Mr. Wilson, this is Doctor Wang Mengde. He will be responsible for treating your son from now on."

The staff introduced both parties.

Wang Mengde looked at the middle-aged man in his forties in front of him who was in very good condition, and his brows subconsciously frowned.

But soon, he returned to normal, walked up to shake hands and exchanged a few polite words.

However, he had some thoughts in his mind.

Wilson looked at the handsome young man in front of him, smiling on the surface but muttering to himself.

With this kind of looks, if you were in the beautiful country, you wouldn't have to work at all.

Just go to some crazy parties and you'll have tons of money to spend every day.

Those ladies would spend a fortune just to win his smile.

After a few pleasantries, we got down to business.

Wang Mengde's expression became serious. He motioned Al to sit in front of him and stretched out his hand.

While taking the patient's pulse, he began to ask questions in Beijing-accented English.

Everyone was not surprised that his English was so good.

The Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine has collected a large number of foreign medical books, documents and journals, and Wang Mengde can read them all proficiently.

A few minutes later.

Wang Mengde withdrew his finger and understood what was going on.

The foreign kid in front of you is suffering from leukemia.

Moreover, it has been quite a while and the child has been terminally ill. If the family conditions had not allowed and a large number of medical treatments had not been used, the child would have been dead long ago.

However, even with the most advanced medical equipment and methods in the world, the situation is no longer good.

If the disease is not treated properly, it will be too late to save it in three months at most. Fortunately, I came early.

Wang Mengde thought about it in his mind, but he did not prescribe the medicine immediately. Instead, he chatted with Wilson and the foreign doctor standing behind him.

At first, the foreign doctor looked skeptical.

Especially when he was taking the pulse.

In the doctor's opinion, apart from advanced medical equipment, Chinese medicine's method of using two fingers is nothing more than a trick of pretending to be mysterious.

But after chatting for a few words, his expression began to change drastically.

Because Wang Mengde casually mentioned some of Al's physical conditions, including not only what he knew, but also some problems that even the instruments could not detect.

He was also sure that only he and Wilson and a few other people knew about these circumstances, and they had not told anyone else.

"Mr. Wang Mengde, your medical skills are, in my opinion, the best in the world. They are simply amazing."

Wilson couldn't help but start praising him.

He is knowledgeable and has seen many strange people and things. He has also seen Chinese medicine practitioners treating people before.

But for someone like Wang Mengde, who could know all about his son's situation just by putting two fingers on his wrist, he was still shocked.

Seeing that the other party was convinced, Wang Mengde didn't say anything more, but picked up a pen and paper and began to write a prescription.

Al's condition was very serious, so at the beginning he couldn't be given strong medicines, for fear that the medicines would be too strong and his small body wouldn't be able to handle it.

The dosage of this drug must be accurate to the milligram.

This is also thanks to the scales used to dispense medicine in pharmacies, some of which are the kind used to weigh gold and have very high accuracy.

After the prescription was written, medical staff from Guang'anmen Hospital immediately went to get the medicine and boil it.

"Mr. Wang Mengde, is there any cure for my son's illness?"

Wilson said with a look of surprise.

As a shrewd man, he was good at observing people's words and expressions. When he saw Wang Mengde prescribing medicine directly, he knew what was going on.

However, he was too concerned and still wanted to confirm it.

“Mr. Wilson, your son’s illness is very serious. I dare not say that I can cure him 100%.

If you believe me, you can try the treatment for a few days to see the specific effect. "

Wang Mengde said calmly.

When treating patients, I am afraid of the misunderstanding and lack of trust from the patients and their families.

"Of course, Mr. Wang Mengde, I trust you unconditionally.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have come all the way here to find you, so I'll leave Al to you."

Wilson said quickly.

He had no other choice now, and through the short contact of less than an hour just now, he already believed that Wang Mengde was a man of real ability.

Maybe, his son's life could really be saved.

Half an hour later, half a bowl of black medicine was brought in.

Wilson glanced at the accompanying doctor and did not say anything to stop him.

Al took the bowl of medicine with his thin hands and drank it all in one gulp.

After drinking it, he didn't even frown.

Compared with the pain of suffering from illness on a daily basis, this little bit of suffering is nothing.

After observing for about another hour and finding no other abnormalities, they prepared to return to their residence.

Before they came, the country had already made arrangements for dozens of them to stay in the Capital Hotel and surrounding guesthouses.

"Mr. Wang Mengde, could you please come to the Jingcheng Hotel with me these few days?
Don't worry, I will pay you a hundred times the money for the losses you have suffered in the past few days."

Before leaving, Wilson suddenly turned around and said.

He was half sincere in saying this, as he wanted Wang Mengde to be by his son's side at all times so that he could provide timely medical treatment if anything happened.

The other half was trying to test it.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wilson, I can't leave my job for the time being, and Al's condition doesn't require me to be with him, so I'm sorry."

Wang Mengde politely refused.

If it were someone else, they might be very eager for money.

But he is different. He has a system and superb medical skills, so it is easy for him to make money.

Besides, in this day and age, no matter how much money you have, it won’t be of much use.

"What a pity, Mr. Wang Mengde. We'll leave first. See you tomorrow."

Seeing that he was indifferent, Wilson stopped testing him and shook hands with him, then prepared to go back to the Capital Hotel to have a good rest.

"Um, Mr. Wilson, have you been feeling unwell lately, especially here?"

Wang Mengde hesitated for a moment, but when the other party was about to leave, he still said what he had been holding in his heart for more than two hours.

When the foreign doctor saw him pointing at the location of the pituitary gland, his expression changed.

"Mr. Wang Mengde, there is no problem on my side, and I have regular physical examinations."

"Really? But if it's an early-stage pituitary tumor, the instrument won't be able to detect it."

“You suspect I have a pituitary tumor?
How is that possible? You didn't even put your fingers on my wrist."

Wilson said with some confusion.

"Yes, you must have this disease. As for why it was not found in the previous physical examination, it must be that it is still small. Whether it is benign or malignant, a careful examination is needed to know.

As for how I knew, I knew it the first time I saw you, mainly because of the position of your nose... "

Wang Mengde explained.

When he saw Wilson for the first time, he got some information through the skill of "looking" in traditional Chinese medicine.

In the evening, it was already dark outside.

When the foreign doctor came hurriedly over with a look of horror on his face, holding several test reports in his hand.

Wilson knew that there must be something wrong with his body.

"how is the situation?"

He suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and asked in a deep voice.

"Sir, through endocrine examination, it can be confirmed that you do have a pituitary tumor."

Having said this, he paused, stole a glance at Wilson's expression, and found that the other party's face had become gloomy, so he hurriedly continued:

"Fortunately, it was discovered early and is still benign. It only needs simple treatment and can be cured."

Wilson breathed a sigh of relief after hearing what his family doctor said.

I hope it's nothing serious.

If I really have a big problem, it will be troublesome.

Thinking of this, he calmed down, turned around and said to Wang Mengde:
“Dear Mr. Wang Mengde, I am thankful for your reminder. Otherwise, the consequences would be disastrous if a while passed.

To express my gratitude, I will personally donate one million dollars to your hospital."

(End of this chapter)