At this moment, the patient from country Y was lying quietly in his hospital bed, wearing a patient gown. His face had completely lost the deathly gray hue it had when he first entered the clinic. Although his cheeks were somewhat gaunt from long-term illness, the twisted mouth and crooked eyes that had once been present were gone. His previously pale face now showed a slight tinge of color, making him look almost indistinguishable from a normal person, much like someone who rarely steps outside.
Six cameras whirred and buzzed as they continued recording. Outside the window sat staff members from the notary organization. They had witnessed the entire treatment process carried out by Mu Lin, and now held the clinic in the highest regard. Today was their final day here. In addition to certifying at the press conference that Mu Lin’s clinic had independently taken responsibility for treating the patient from Y country, they also needed to complete one last notary task.
Their job was to accompany experts from the U National Family Medical Committee as they conducted a final assessment of the patient’s facial expressions. Although Mu Lin’s clinic had already provided all the patient’s medical records and lab results, and the notary staff had signed off on them to confirm their authenticity, the U National Family Medical Committee experts had initially requested the clinic’s three-day treatment records. Mu Lin had flatly refused, citing the need for technical confidentiality.
Indeed, during the treatment of the patient from Y country, Mu Lin had used some self-prepared pills and herbal decoctions, which were documented in the treatment records. Although Mu Lin didn’t disclose the names of the medications used to the record keepers, the number of times the medications were administered was clearly recorded.
If these people were to see such treatment records, they would surely suspect that the unmarked medications played a significant role. If they later demanded the names and formulas of the medications, he wouldn’t have a good excuse to refuse them.
Fortunately, the patient was now completely cured, so he could now refuse their requests with a clear conscience. This was a perfectly reasonable and legitimate excuse. Had there been a medical accident during the treatment, these experts from the U medical community would have had ample reason to demand access to the treatment records.
Realizing their intentions had been seen through, the experts made another request—they wanted to examine the patient’s recovery independently. Otherwise, they claimed, their examination results could not be guaranteed to be impartial if clinic staff were present.
Mu Lin firmly refused such a demand. After all, the patient had already recovered and could walk on his own. The clinic had already provided all the lab results and examination reports. Whether or not the experts certified them was no longer of concern. Finally, with the mediation of the notary staff who had been present at the clinic, he proposed the minimum requirement: the experts must be accompanied by four clinic physicians during the examination, and the entire process must be recorded by the six cameras inside the ward. Additionally, notary staff must be present outside the ward to oversee the process.
Once these conditions were met, Mu Lin left the ward. Coincidentally, the mayor of New York had just arrived at the clinic. Mu Lin, therefore, left the group of experts behind and, along with his clinic staff, went to greet the mayor. After all, he was still operating on the mayor’s turf, and the clinic would need to maintain good relations with local authorities in the future.
The group of experts and scholars from the U National Family Medical Committee kept murmuring in admiration. At this moment, they looked like a group of women admiring a finely crafted piece of jewelry, their eyes filled with greed.
They circled the patient lying in the center of the room, occasionally asking him to stick out his tongue, lift his eyelids, and touching his skin. Finally, they took his blood pressure and weighed him. Then, they took out needles and syringes, preparing to draw blood samples.
The patient felt that these people didn’t see him as a human being at all—they treated him like livestock at a market, ready for sale. The greedy look in their eyes chilled him to the bone.
Although his weight had not yet returned to the muscular build he had before hospitalization, during the past three days, Mu Lin had given him generous doses of his self-made “Ten-Ingredient Great Tonic Pills.” As a result, the patient could feel his energy returning.
If he were still lying in bed, weak and unwell, he would have endured such humiliation for the sake of his life. But now, Mu Lin had told him that he was completely cured, and he himself felt that his body had returned to normal. Years of working-class life had forged in him a straightforward and fiery temper. Now, faced with a group of people still trying to mistreat him, he finally lost his temper.
He ripped off his shirt, exposing his thin but hairy chest, and like a gorilla, pounded his chest with both hands while roaring.
“Dr. Daniel! Where are you? Don’t leave me alone with these shameless people! If you don’t come out soon, don’t blame me for causing a scene in your clinic! I’m going to punch these bastards who treat me like livestock and want to check my teeth!”
“Damn it! When I was sick, you all looked at me like a corpse. Now that I’m cured, you look at me like livestock! God, bear witness—today I’m going to teach these bastards a lesson they’ll never forget!”
The patient jumped off the bed, barefoot, running wildly around the room. He kicked over the tray on the table that had been prepared for drawing his blood, sending needles and syringes flying. Before the experts could react, he kicked two of them nearby, sending them sprawling.
The other experts finally realized that this wasn’t just empty bravado—they were dealing with someone who actually meant business. Immediately, they turned to flee, still clinging to their self-perceived superiority as elite experts. Since they were high-ranking professionals, how could they possibly engage in a brawl with a crude, rural Y country patient? Letting the clinic staff handle such situations was only natural, so they quickly prepared to escape. If they had steeled themselves and rushed him the moment he started acting out, they might have subdued the recently recovered patient.
The enraged patient began chasing the medical experts around the ward like a hungry wolf pursuing a group of mules—no matter how many mules there were, when faced with a wolf, they could only run for their lives.
Truth be told, the effect of Mu Lin’s “Ten-Ingredient Great Tonic Pills” was truly impressive. The patient chased the experts around chaotically, yet his breathing remained steady and calm. In contrast, the experts, long out of shape, were soon gasping for breath after just a few steps. They had never imagined such a situation could arise in a ward where the patient had been near death just days earlier.
When two clinic staff members tried to intervene, the patient still showed them deep respect, avoiding any direct confrontation. He simply ducked low and slipped past them like an eel, seemingly trained in some Chinese martial arts.
As for the experts, he was far less courteous. Anyone he encountered received a slap or a kick, sending them flying with loud cries of pain. The cameras in the room were knocked over, and soon the entire ward was filled with groaning experts and spinning cameras. When all the experts were finally lying on the floor, Mu Lin arrived like a police officer in a crime movie—always showing up at the end to clean up the mess—accompanied by the mayor of New York City, Sara, Stephen, and others.
Upon hearing Mu Lin’s approaching footsteps, the patient stopped chasing and stomping on the experts. He quickly slipped back onto the bed, pulled the blanket over himself, and lay down. His expression, now that he had vented his frustration, quickly returned to calm.
Seeing the injured, bruised experts sprawled across the floor and the room turned upside down like after an earthquake, Mu Lin and the mayor of New York City stood there with mouths agape, astonished.
“Can someone please tell me what exactly happened here? Mr. McCaul, you insisted I leave the ward to allow your examination of the patient. How could things have turned out like this in just a short while?” Mu Lin finally asked, his face full of confusion after a long silence.
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