Yu Xiangwan smiled and said: "They are eager for you to take action. A slap in the face is worth a lot of money now."

Qing Ning chuckled and said: "Fourth sister, I'm not stupid, I will definitely take action with reason."

"As for calling the police and filing a lawsuit, I'm not afraid of it. I'll hire a few lawyers to kill them."

Yu Xinyue said: "That is to say, rich people like Qing Ning have the confidence to play like this, but ordinary people have no time, energy and money to waste it with rogues."

At this moment, Yu Zhiming's cell phone rang.

It’s a call from neurosurgeon You Weixian.

Yu Zhiming thought of Zhang Yong's skull base tumor resection surgery and hurriedly answered the call.

"Doctor You, did the operation go well?"

The next moment, Dr. You's tired voice came from the mobile phone.

"I feel that the operation process was quite smooth, but the specific effect depends on whether the patient can wake up smoothly and the examination results after waking up."

"Doctor Yu, what about the nerve recovery-promoting medicine?"

Yu Zhiming replied: "As far as I know, Zhang Yong's application for extended use has been submitted, but the fastest will be Monday or Tuesday before he can get the approval."

You Weixian groaned on the phone and sighed: "Dr. Yu, the Ji's amino acid nerve damage recovery agent developed by your project team is really good for all kinds of brain injuries."
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"It's just too expensive. Only families with three or five houses in big cities can afford it."

Yu Zhiming explained: "There is nothing we can do about this. The direct cost of preparing the medicine in the laboratory alone is 60,000 to 70,000 yuan per dose."

"In the future, when we enter the industrial production stage, the cost may drop significantly."

"I hope so!"

You Weixian said with hope: "If the price can be reduced to a level that ordinary people can bear, the various sequelae after various brain surgeries will definitely be significantly reduced..."

At 6:30 in the morning, while Yu Zhiming was having breakfast, his cell phone rang again.

To his surprise, the caller ID showed that it was a long-distance call from the United States.

Yu Zhiming answered the call with doubts.

"Dr. Yu, please excuse me, I am the father of a fifteen-year-old sick boy in the United States."

On the phone, the father said sincerely: "My son suffers from a rare disease. It has not been diagnosed yet, and there is no effective treatment."

"Now his condition is getting worse and his body is getting weaker. Dr. Yu, can you please come to the United States?"

"In addition to bearing the round trip expenses, I can also..."

Yu Zhiming interrupted: "Sir, this is not a matter of money. Due to personal reasons, it is impossible for me to fly to the United States for more than ten hours."

"I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do."

After saying this, he hung up the phone directly.

"I guess I have to change my phone number again. Anyone can contact me directly..."
Chapter completed!