Ma’am, Your Little Dragon Cub is Four and a Half Years Old

  Chapter 57 Si Mingjing: Breaking the situation and fighting back 2

  Song Pianlan shouted: "What else do you have to say? No matter how much you try to argue, it's useless. This is the result of years of research by grandpa."

  Si Mingjing was still not in a hurry: "Then my master and grandfather both discovered the horns of the Tibetan antelope, which can be used to extract the non-toxic animal paclitaxel."

   These words are clearly intended to occupy half of the glory!

  How could Mr. Song tolerate her!

  Grandpa Song's face turned ashen: "It's a bunch of nonsense, you kid is not only dishonest, but you know your mistakes and don't correct them, you are stubborn, there is no cure!"

   "Do you want to take away the research results of Grandpa, and then decide after I finish speaking. Anyway, everyone doesn't need these few minutes, right?"

  Mr. Song just wanted to send her to the west with a cane at this moment: "I'll see how you can argue."

  Si Mingjing didn't speak in a hurry, but brought a glass of red wine and swirled it to moisten his throat.

  The calm posture of not rushing, and still trying to turn the tide before the collapse of Mount Tai, is simply unflattering.

She took a sip and said: "Grandpa, since you have been researching for many years, you must have applied it to clinical trials, and it has been certified on many patients. It is confirmed that the non-toxic animal paclitaxel extracted from the horns of Tibetan antelopes can indeed Cure cancer, right?"

Mr. Song showed a serious attitude of a doctor: "That's natural. Without clinical trials, how dare you make a conclusion easily? Medicine is not a child's play, and we must be cautious. The old man has successfully cured more than a dozen terminal cancer patients, and this More than a dozen terminal cancer patients recovered well after surgery, and I dare say that I have found a breakthrough.”

At this time, a guest came out and said: "Everyone, to be honest, I am one of the patients cured by Mr. Song. I came here tonight to thank Mr. Song. I can assure you that Mr. Song cured me. Miss Si , it is an indisputable fact that you stole your great-grandfather's research results, so please stop arguing, and if you continue arguing, it will be too ugly to eat!"

  Si Mingjing looked at the guest. He was young, probably in his thirties, male.

  Xindao is simply God helping me!

  Si Mingjing asked: "Sir, it turns out that you were cured by my great-grandfather. That's really great. What I need most now is a clinically cured patient. I want to ask you for proof."

   "What's the matter?" The man's tone was cold.

Si Mingjing said: "My master discovered that paclitaxel extracted from the horns of Tibetan antelopes can cure cancer. I was overjoyed at first, but later, after more than 20 clinical trials, it was found that the cured patients all suffered from sequelae... "

   "There is no sequelae!" The man categorically denied it.

  Si Mingjing blinked his phoenix eyes lightly: "Are you sure? After you recover, you have no sexual dysfunction?"

  The man's eyes were stunned, his face froze, his expression was a little stunned, and he subconsciously said, "You, how do you know?"

  As soon as he asked this question, it confirmed what Si Mingjing said.

Si Mingjing looked serious: "My master discovered this sequelae, and Tibetan antelope is a rare protected animal. In the end, he denied this major breakthrough and seriously warned me that it is not advisable to extract animal paclitaxel from the horns of Tibetan antelopes! "

  The words "not desirable" fell down, resoundingly.

  Master Song's eyes widened. How is this possible?

  He never discovered that there is this sequelae!

   It's really no fault of Mr. Song, after all, most patients don't want to mention such an unspeakable problem!

   And the patient may not be sure, this is because of taking the medicine of Mr. Song.

   What's more, some elderly patients are already... So, Mr. Song really doesn't know.

  But when Si Mingjing brought it up at this moment, all of Mr. Song's dreams of being famous in history were destroyed in an instant.

  In the midst of great joy and great sorrow, Mr. Song was so anxious that he spurted out a mouthful of blood...

   I beg for your votes~

  (end of this chapter)