Survive the Age of Twenty
one billion
It was used up in just two months.
Because:
In order to defy the heavens and change fate, the royal power wanted to treat cancer.
He used a portion of the money to buy and develop more scientific research machines.
They were researching new drugs crazily.
At this moment:
The Research Department of the Imperium had also sent various specialists to assist in the treatment.
Two months passed.
Under the situation of burning money crazily:
The cancer of the royal family had slowed down.
However:
He still couldn't completely heal it.
At this moment:
With his hundredfold superbrain, Wang Quan could excavate all kinds of knowledge from his previous life and sell them.
Among them, the most profitable one was the tablet.
With this income, he could barely maintain his treatment.
This day:
The psychiatrist was giving him some guidance.
"Wang Quan, I have an immature idea!”
Wang Quan closed the book and smiled.
"What idea?"
The psychiatrist, bashful, whispered in his ear,"
"Folk medicine!"
The royal power was silent.
"I know that asking you to use folk prescriptions is like asking for medical help in an emergency," the psychiatrist said shyly.”
"It's an insult to science and your intelligence.”
"However, there are people in my hometown who use folk prescriptions to cure cancer.”
"Why don't you give it a try?"
The psychiatrist was very worried about the royal power.
It was not only because Wang Quan was once as strong as an ox and gave her happiness.
It was also not because the royal power was rich and gave too much.
She simply didn't want this research genius to die.
The royal power was silent.
The charming psychiatrist sighed."Actually, it's better not to use it."
"I heard that folk prescriptions have also killed many people.”
"You're a scientist. You have to believe in science.”
Wang Quan smiled.
"Collect folk prescriptions for me."
"I want to try."
The psychologist widened his eyes.
Did the royal power agree?
An hour later:
More than a thousand folk prescriptions were piled up around the royal power.
These folk prescriptions:
One-third of them were made of various Chinese herbs.
One-third of them used herbs and metaphysics.
The last third was pure metaphysics.
If technology was not enough, could metaphysics make up for it?
Wang Quan smiled bitterly.
He first looked at the folk prescriptions of Chinese herbal medicine.
After reading it:
" Activate the hundred-fold superbrain!"
"Deducing a better plan."
He had studied Chinese medicine before.
Super-brain deduction of folk recipes, no pressure at all.
A full minute passed.
The superbrain deduced a new folk prescription.
"Brew it into medicine and give it a try."
This day:
The king ignored the doctor's objection.
He stopped taking the chemical medicine and switched to Chinese medicine.
A dose of Chinese medicine had no effect.
Two servings of Chinese medicine
The doctors were anxious." Your body is deteriorating rapidly. Hurry up and use chemical drugs!"”
"According to the folk prescription, you have to take ten portions of Chinese medicine today."”
"There are only two servings now."
"Continue to observe."
five
There was still no change.
He finished the tenth serving.
An hour later.
Wang Quan was disappointed.
It seemed that Chinese medicine wouldn't work either.
"Prepare to inject the chemical."
"Alright."
The chemical medicine worth tens of millions was prepared very quickly after careful preparation.
Just as they were about to inject themselves.
A researcher exclaimed,"
"Stop the cells from deteriorating!"
"The rate of tumor cell division is reduced by fifty times.”
Wang Quan smiled.
The others were dumbfounded.
The psychiatrist jumped up in joy.
"It's effective, even more effective than chemicals.”
Three days in a flash:
Wang Quan insisted on taking Chinese medicine.
The effect of Chinese medicine was twice as strong as chemical medicine.
More importantly:
And it didn't cost much.
The doctors calculated:
If Wang Quan continued to take Chinese medicine, he could last for five months.
"Not enough!"
He didn't succeed in changing his fate.
The royal power was unwilling.
He studied the remaining folk recipes.
Those folk prescriptions were mixed with all kinds of metaphysics.
The medical bigwigs advised,"
"Mysticism is a remnant of the feudal era. It is a psychological consolation for people.”
"Useless."
"You're a big shot in scientific research. Why do you believe in metaphysics?”
"The chemicals are getting weaker and weaker," Wang Quan said with a smile.”
"Chinese medicine can extend my life by five months.”
"I don't want to die."
"I'll try metaphysics. It won't delay other treatments.”
Then, he said,"
Wang Quan took out 100 million of the remaining hundreds of millions of dollars and set up a fund to distribute it to his sister and parents in this life every month.
The rest of the money would be invested in the research of chemicals and traditional Chinese medicine.
Seeing this, the medical bigwigs could only let him do whatever he wanted.
At this moment:
Wang Quan focused on studying metaphysics.
The Empire's Research Department collected a vast amount of books on metaphysics.
There were even manuscripts of ancient books dug out from ancient tombs.
Leave everything to him.
From then on:
While Wang Quan used his superbrain to improve the prescription every day, he also worked hard to study metaphysics.
Days passed.
There was only a month left until his 21st birthday.
At this moment, Wang Quan was as thin as a stick.
He lay on the bed, and only his mouth could still speak.
He had lost control of his other limbs.
The effects of the various medicines were getting weaker and weaker.
He could die at any moment.
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