HPDBC Chapter 9 I am the porter of Meilika
Chapter 9 I am the porter of Meilika
Chen Lan's heart was bleeding!
Buying medicine at a pharmacy costs a few dollars a box; although the effect isn't as good as an IV drip, it's about enough.
The hospital pulled a series of moves, and tens of thousands of dollars were gone from his pocket!
It's easier than robbing someone!
Chen Lan is a novelist. She has been in poor health since childhood and has to go to the hospital for intravenous drips every year because of colds and fevers.
In his view, those Chinese doctors and nurses always had cold faces and were busy running around. They had no time to provide emotional support to patients; they were simply devils who took money but didn't do their jobs! They didn't even provide basic service!
Is this kind of service even considered a service industry these days?!
The bill was outrageously expensive.
It costs over 100 yuan for just one session!
just now……
Chen Lan looked at the heavy bill in her hand, her heart filled with mixed feelings.
After a month of living a life close to the reality of Liberty City, he has completely immersed himself in the identity of a resident of Miramar.
Having now dealt with the MiracleCare healthcare system, I personally experienced the indifferent attitude of the doctors and nurses, and the extremely high fees.
In Chen Lan's mind, the Chinese medical staff who were originally despicable instantly transformed into conscientious medical staff and angels on earth.
He couldn't help but start to reflect.
The next day, Chen Lan arrived at the dock.
Loading, moving, and unloading goods as usual.
His goal for the day was to move 20 boxes of goods. When he was moving the 11th box, he suddenly felt weak and lost control of his body for a short period of time.
He loosened his grip, and bang!
The heavy object crashed down, pinning him to the ground, and he almost couldn't catch his breath.
"Whoosh!"
The intense pain, in turn, brought Chen Lan back to her senses.
Soon, with the help of his coworkers, he was out of danger.
"Chen, what's wrong with you today? You seemed distracted at work. Did you forget to take your medication?"
"Take medicine? How did you know?"
Yesterday, Chen Lan went to the doctor, who prescribed several days' worth of oral medication. He figured his symptoms had improved and there was no need to continue taking it.
The coworkers burst out laughing after hearing this. "Chen, you don't know, do you? These medications can only relieve pain. You can't take them irregularly."
"Yes, yes, I had the flu before, and if I didn't take my medicine on time, I couldn't work. It hurt so much!"
Chen Lan was stunned.
Shouldn't medicine be used to treat illnesses?
What does it mean to say that medicine can only relieve pain, but that you must take medicine to work normally when you are sick?
Is what you're taking really medicine?
Chen Lan was very skeptical. Rabillins, watching on the screen, shared the same doubt.
Holding a fried chicken leg, she pointed at Chen Lan on the screen and asked You Xing with an innocent look.
"What kind of medicine is he taking? He fell and got hit by goods if he misses his dose for even one day. Won't the hospital rip him off again?"
You Xing opened his mouth and smiled slightly: "His $100,000 savings were only a third wiped out by the hospital. Do you think he'll still go?"
"Moreover, the medication he was taking was a type of enhancement drug."
"Keep reading, and you'll understand."
The explanation of the enhancer was a bit complicated, and it took Youxing quite a while to get the Big Wave Demon to understand it.
As the name suggests, a booster is a potion that can temporarily increase a target's strength, spirit, and other stats.
Snakes that eat it will turn into dragons, and cats that take it will turn into tigers.
But once the time is up, the value is reset to zero, and the true nature of the problem is immediately revealed.
Moreover, it cannot cure the original disease of the target, and there is a certain degree of drug resistance and addiction.
The more you use it, the worse the effect becomes; the worse the effect, the more you use.
Later, they had to upgrade the drug's specifications and replace it with a better and more expensive enhancer.
Naturally, the cost will also be higher.
At first, Rabillins seemed to understand but not quite.
Three days later, the enhancement agent Chen Lan was taking was forced to be upgraded from a regular basic enhancement agent to an advanced enhancement agent.
He himself actively contacted gang leaders to find a way to purchase the Half-Step Ultimate Enhancement Agent.
The negative energy level next to the big screen skyrocketed.
They're almost surpassing Yang Lan.
Only then did Labilins realize the truth and clapped his hands in amazement.
"Amazing! You're incredible, You Xing!"
Having absorbed the experience from the previous incident, and with the detailed explanation from You Xing, the white-haired big-wave girl finally understood the cause and effect of the event on her own this time.
It was precisely because she had figured it out that she felt the executioner's design was so brilliant.
"Chen Lan was ripped off by the hospital and only dared to buy medicine outside. The only medicine available outside was an enhancer. Because he was taking the enhancer for a long time, his condition was not being treated."
"Because his condition remained untreated and worsened over time, he needed to use even more and better treatments!"
"During this period, Chen Lan's medical expenses increased, and the pain she endured grew daily!"
"What I want to ask is..."
So far, Labilins' logic is sound, but there are still loopholes.
Influenza is actually a self-limiting disease that can be cured by the body's own immune system.
Simply put, Chen Lan's symptoms were relieved after using the enhancer for a period of time, and he should have been able to heal himself through his own immune system.
In fact, the illness was getting worse.
What's going on here?
You Xing anticipated the other party's problem and explained, "In order for the horror instance to properly harvest negative energy, I changed the human immune response and disease progression time to five times the speed."
Otherwise, at the normal pace, the entire process from entering the hospital, being killed, becoming a homeless person, and finally dying would take too long, and the cycle of collecting negative energy would be too long.
Five times speed is just right.
"Isn't it supposed to be a constant speed-up? Shouldn't it have cured the disease earlier?"
"If it's just the common flu, then your analysis is completely correct, admin. But it's not."
After saying that, You Xing stood up and personally operated the large screen.
"This news was also reported by Free Ghost in the last few days."
You Xing first shrunk the screen of the other players, and then turned the view to look down on the entire Liberty City.
Drag it to the middle area, zoom in, select the Dietrich Lab, and zoom in and stretch it again.
Inside the laboratory, a group of researcher NPCs are reporting and discussing their current experimental projects.
How effective was the release of coronavirus codenamed 2077 in the eastern butterfly area?
Chen Lan works at the East Wharf and lives in a Black neighborhood within the Butterfly District.
"After nearly a month of distribution, we are already seeing initial results. Many Black people at the eastern docks have contracted the disease, with symptoms similar to the common flu."
"And our disease rate is much lower than theirs among white people."
"Good, very good! Continue observation. Report any developments immediately."
The conversation between the doctors in white coats seemed to explain the question that Rabillins had just raised.
What disease does the little black guy have, and why can't heal on his own?
This is the latest virus researched in the lab and is currently undergoing clinical trials.
There are no similar antibodies in the human body, so it cannot heal itself!
What made the White Devil even more amazed and chilled was that this was a laboratory project in the Liberty City Central District!
This was already done when the instance opened.
Behind what seems like a chance occurrence, a difficult-to-cure cold, lies a laboratory study on viruses?
How did the executioner's brain work? How did he incorporate all of this into the design?
"You look like this. None of this was my design. I'm just a porter of Da Meilika."
"It's just a matter of perfectly recreating the original and copying it into a horror movie."