RNP #316 - Chapter 316: The King of Cancer! Chen Hao's decision, the medical project is launched im
#316 - Chapter 316: The King of Cancer! Chen Hao's decision, the medical project is launched im
Ruijin Hospital.
In the high-ranking cadre ward, both the decoration and facilities far surpassed those of ordinary wards.
This was a privilege.
However, privilege is not omnipotent.
The old lady lay on the bed, a gentle and doting smile on her face, holding Xia Qingmo's small hand.
Besides the old lady, everyone else…
Xia Qingmo was crying.
Zhong Ping was sobbing uncontrollably.
Xia Xiangyang sat beside, hugging his head, his eyes red, desperately holding back from crying out loud.
"Qingmo, don't cry."
The old lady gently squeezed her granddaughter's hand: "Grandma is already 73, at an age where the yellow earth is over my neck, so it can be considered a natural death."
"Grandma, I… I want you to live well!" Xia Qingmo's tears fell like rain.
"Mom! Don't say such depressing things… We can definitely cure it!"
"Qingyan and Qingmo are promising, our family doesn't lack money…"
Zhong Ping wept.
Zhong Ping was a teacher.
Her mother-in-law was also a teacher before retirement—her teacher!
Back then, her family's conditions were very poor. She was preparing to drop out of school after graduating from elementary school. Her mother-in-law, as her homeroom teacher, took the initiative to visit her home after learning about it, telling her the importance of learning, and even… funded her to study in middle school and normal school.
The old lady was her mother-in-law and also her greatest benefactor!
"Xiaoping."
The old lady smiled gently: "People have birth, old age, sickness, and death. I have already accepted it myself, and you should also accept it."
Accept it?
Zhong Ping shook her head while crying.
She couldn't accept it!
How could her mother-in-law, such a good person, suffer from a terminal illness?
…
A Mercedes-Benz stopped outside the hospital.
Chen Hao got out of the car, asked Ding Xiang for the location, and went straight to the inpatient department.
In his previous life.
His grandmother was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer in the first half of the year, and passed away in the second half of the year after only a short six months.
Pancreatic cancer.
The king of cancers!
Difficult to detect during examination, most are in the middle and late stages when discovered, and the treatment is very difficult.
Short course of disease.
Short survival period.
Chen Hao hurriedly walked into the inpatient department of the oncology department.
The moment he stepped into the inpatient department, his footsteps suddenly stopped.
Patients walking around in hospital gowns…
Either pale.
Or thin.
More were lying in bed in the ward, already unable to get up.
"Make way! Quickly make way!" A shout rang out.
Several medical staff were pushing a hospital bed, shouting loudly, while the patient on the bed was vomiting blood!
Here.
Death is the ultimate destination!
Regardless of gender, age, or whether you have money or not, there is little difference.
Seeing this scene in the oncology inpatient department, he suddenly realized that he was wrong.
He clearly possessed a large amount of top-notch drug technology, but he let Qin Lang do clinical trials.
Why?
Because only with complete clinical data can he gain international recognition and have the opportunity to export.
Reborn.
He wants to wash away the shame of China!
He wants to earn the money of foreigners!
He wants to make China stand at the top of the world, and the foundation of all this is the economy.
The economic foundation determines the superstructure.
Without money, nothing can be done!
Hasn't he been fleecing developed countries for more than half a year?
In theory.
Letting various drugs be exported to earn the money of those foreigners is the right idea.
But!
What about Chinese patients?
How many Chinese patients will die during the long period of Phase III clinical trials?
These people could have avoided death!
He didn't go upstairs.
His grandmother had just been examined and had just been diagnosed with cancer. There was no danger in the short term.
Instead.
Every moment, patients are facing death.
Having figured this out, he couldn't wait any longer!
He went straight to the fire exit and dialed General Wang's number: "General Wang, I propose to immediately establish a medical research and development institution in the name of the country, including the corresponding pharmaceutical company—directly under the Ministry of Health!"
"What's wrong?" General Wang hadn't recovered.
Suddenly calling.
Suddenly saying this without any greetings.
Very strange!
"I have multiple targeted drugs for cancer." He went straight to the point.
"What?!"
General Wang's eyes widened.
"But I have a request."
"You say!"
"The research and development institution nominally belongs to the National Ministry of Health, but I am responsible for it!"
"Isn't this a matter of course?"
"The profits also belong to me."
Why emphasize profits?
Very simple!
Targeted drugs will eventually be used to reap the benefits from the West.
The purpose of reaping the benefits from the West is to make China stronger, not to flow into private pockets.
The profits from targeted drugs are too great!
Who can guarantee that others won't have ulterior motives?
"No problem! Tell me directly what you need!" General Wang nodded.
"I will give you a list."
"Okay!"
"Also…"
Chen Hao took a deep breath. What followed was the key point: "These drugs will not go through clinical trials and will be launched on the market in a short time—at the same time, I need national endorsement to achieve the purpose of publicity!"
General Wang was stunned.
Not through clinical trials?
Launching on the market without any clinical data?
The risk is very high!
Once there is a problem with the drug, the population using the drug is in the millions, and the consequences would be unimaginable!
"Xiao Chen, this matter has a huge impact. Are you sure… there won't be any problems?" General Wang was really a little scared. This matter had too broad an impact.
"How about this!"
Chen Hao smiled faintly: "You should have heard of Hong Kong artist Sister Mei, right? You can secretly check her medical records six months before and after, and you will know after comparison."
After saying this, his mind moved.
Isn't Sister Mei a sign?
As long as Sister Mei changes her tune, not to mention that it was developed by him, Chen Hao, but by the country.
The call ended.
He came out of the fire exit.
It still takes some time to establish a research and development institution, a pharmaceutical company, and then mass-produce and launch drugs on the market.
He had to personally take action on his grandmother's side and could not wait for the drugs to be launched.
After all.
Every day of delay could turn it from the middle stage to a more difficult to treat later stage.
With the memory of his previous life, he knew that his grandmother's pancreatic cancer was currently in the middle stage, but this type of cancer develops very quickly.
…
The dean's office.
The dean, vice president, and director of the oncology department were all there.
"President Xia, the only way is chemotherapy, but the survival rate… is very low!"
"Pancreatic cancer is known as the king of cancers and is a medical challenge worldwide."
Several hospital executives were analyzing.
Xia Qingyan listened silently.
Her father, mother, and sister were all on the verge of collapse.
Only her…
With a calm and composed personality, she communicated with the hospital experts. Only she could come forward.
Although she was very sad, at least she could control her emotions.
"Is there any other way?" She secretly clenched her fist.
"Either… go to North America for treatment."
The dean sighed: "North America has stronger medical technology, but… President Xia, I'm not afraid to tell you the truth. Other cancers may have a chance, but for pancreatic cancer—North America doesn't have very good methods either."
North America's medical technology is strong and may be able to extend life by a few months.
But it is impossible to change the final outcome!
Xia Qingyan's lips trembled.
Incurable!
The difference between living a few months more or a few months less.
When she confirmed this result, she was also on the verge of breaking down, and her eyes turned sour.
"Grandma will be fine."
Suddenly!
The office door opened.
Chen Hao walked in.
The dean was stunned at first, then his face was full of smiles.
Ruijin Hospital.
Full name: Ruijin Hospital Affiliated to Shanghai Jiao Tong University School of Medicine.
And Chen Hao?
The glory of Shanghai Jiao Tong University!
In short, Ruijin Hospital and Shanghai Jiao Tong University can be directly related, and Chen Hao, as a student of Shanghai Jiao Tong University, is an honor to Ruijin Hospital…!
"Student Chen Hao?!" The dean greeted.
"You just said… Grandma will be fine?!" Xia Qingyan asked quickly.
"Yes!"
Chen Hao nodded and smiled lightly: "Sister, won't you introduce me?"
He had to introduce.
Because he wanted to ask the dean for help!