723: C723 He Who Hears of It will Die

C723 He Who Hears of It will Die

Bian Zifeng was writing on his recent research desk. As a top-notch expert in brain stem tumors, other than personally diagnosing and performing surgery on his patients, he had to spend some time every week organizing his research results and writing papers.

In the eyes of ordinary people, writing papers was basically for fame and benefits, for the sake of so-called titles. However, at his level, the so-called titles were already nothing but empty titles; they were mostly for the advancement and development of medical skills.

Every time he wrote a thesis, he would think for half an hour before summarizing his recent gains and losses, making up for his shortcomings and teaching some of his doctoral students.

Turn your phone into mute mode.

Just as he put down his phone, an unfamiliar call came in. He hung up without hesitation, but then called again.

Fortunately, he put his phone aside and let him call. As the descendant of the Bian Family, he relied on his strong self-discipline to achieve this. After all, medicine was a very boring thing to do.

"Shape analysis of target cell drug treatment for cancer and its breakthrough difficulty …"

He started to forget about other things and started to write.

Half an hour later, he finally finished his paper with 3,000 words. He stretched lazily and picked up the phone, suddenly realizing that it was still the old phone call.

He checked the record and found that this was the thirtieth time he had called this number.

This caused him to be slightly shocked. Someone who could call him thirty times in a row must be in a great hurry. Otherwise, he wouldn't have called him so quickly.

Did something happen at the hospital? However, in the next moment, he relaxed. If there really was something, someone would come looking for him.

Receiving the call, a fawning voice immediately came over:

"Doctor Ping, I'm Wang Shanhu. Are you free right now? I'd like to meet with you and talk about the patient. "

Hearing Wang Shanhu's words, Bian Zifeng could not help but sigh, and then said: "Sigh, Elder Wang, what is the point of this? Didn't I already say that unless a deity lives, there is absolutely no way to treat patients? I advise you to not put too much hope. "

"Even I don't have confidence in a brainstem tumor like her that has no cure rate."

"It's better for you to give up. It's not that I'm not saving him, it's just that fate cannot be defied!"

To tell the truth, Bian Zifeng was a little sad at this time. As a doctor who helped the dying and wounded, when he saw that his patients were in a state of mind that couldn't be saved, the terror he felt was not much better than those sad family members.

Putting the phone aside, he felt a bit sad. He was already seventy years old today, and he didn't know if he would be able to see humans while he was still alive and completely cure this cancer disease.

He sighed in his heart. Just as he was about to hang up, he suddenly heard a voice from the originally silent phone. It was an extremely young voice.

"Who says there are no gods in this world? I need your help to locate the cancer cells. Just leave the matter of destroying the cancer cells to me! "

Liu Xuan's voice did not carry any emotion, but it gave off a strong sense of confidence and trust.

When Bian Zifeng heard this, he wanted to laugh. After sitting in the Science Hospital for dozens of years, how could he believe such nonsense? However, that voice gave him an incomparably strong confidence.

His heart, which had almost given up on trying to take out the brain stem tumor, once again felt a glimmer of hope. He could not help but loosen his mouth and say,

"Let's meet at the city library."

"Alright, thank you Doctor Bian Zifeng for believing me. I will fulfill my promise and let you witness a miracle." Liu Xuan hung up the phone and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

He said to Wang Shanhu who had concern all over his face: "He agreed to meet me at the library in the city center."

"Great." Wang Shanhu was happy for Liu Xuan as well, but his next sentence suddenly changed.

"Liu, you are still the best, with just a few simple words, you managed to convince that stubborn old man, as expected of a young heavenly man …"

"…"

Bian Zifeng put down the phone, and couldn't help but laugh at himself. He felt that he was bewitched, and actually believed this nonsense, but he still brought along information about Xu Jing's mother's treatment, and directly drove off.2

Ten minutes later.

Just as Bian Zifeng arrived at the library, he saw two people standing outside the door. One of them was Wang Shanhu with a head full of white hair, the other was Liu Xuan.

"You are Wang Shanhu?" he asked.

I'm Liu Xuan, and the patient is my mistress. Liu Xuan stretched out his hand.

Wang Shanhu extended a hand out, "This old man is Wang Shanhu Tianan."

Bian Zifeng looked at Wang Shanhu, and suddenly revealed a look of shock, as he said in disbelief: "You are Elder Wang, but this Ye is really too young, he does not even look to be 50 years old."

With Liu Xuan's help, Wang Shanhu had already become a well-deserved Grandmaster of Transformation Stage. With his one hundred and fifty years of life, it was normal for him to look to be fifty years old.

Facing Bian Zifeng's words, Wang Shanhu smiled mysteriously: "I wonder if you've ever heard of warriors before?"

Bian Zifeng's gaze turned cold, "Of course I've heard of it, but I don't believe you."

"I am an example of this!"

Wang Shanhu's eyes were like that of a fierce tiger.

Next, he stretched out his foot and lightly tapped on a piece of hard floor tile. With a cracking sound, the floor tile instantly broke into pieces!

Bian Zifeng's pupils suddenly shrank, they were filled with shock.

Wang Shanhu continued to speak: "I am just an ordinary warrior, while Liu is even stronger than me, strong enough to be my master's warrior. With his help, this matter is guaranteed to succeed."

Library, VIP library.

Like a primary school student, Bian Zifeng's desire to learn was especially strong as he asked:

"Who are you? You want me to confirm the best way to open the knife? Are those tough cancer cells all relied on Mr. Liu to use special energy to eliminate these cancer cells?"

Liu Xuan nodded his head, "That's right, that's what I mean. I'm not sure what is a cancer cell.

"And it won't harm any normal cells!"

"Even if the cancer has spread, I can clean it up myself. Even if it's in the bone marrow, it won't be difficult for me. Right now, the only problem is to let you think of a perfect plan."

Normally, Bian Zifeng would think this person was crazy, but right now, he was actually actively thinking about it.

"Let me think about it..." "If you can really guarantee what you say, then even a brainstem cell tumor is nothing …"

At this time, Bian Zifeng felt that he had returned to his twenties, he was so excited that his entire body was trembling.

He could die at any moment now!

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