Leo recalled the time he treated Marico Kingsley’s father with that doctor, who initially looked down on traditional Chinese medicine until Leo demonstrated its effectiveness, changing the doctor’s perspective. Today, traditional Chinese medicine is on the decline. It seems that revitalizing it is a challenging task.
Dr. Beck, hearing Leo claim he could cure Paul and make him walk again, didn’t dismiss it outright. On the contrary, he felt Leo might be the only one capable of saving Paul.
So, when Dr. Beck looked at Will, he said, “Mr. Will, Dr. Bloomer’s skills in traditional Chinese medicine are quite extraordinary. I think we should let him treat your father.”
Will shook his head vehemently, rejecting the idea, “No need to say more. I don’t believe in traditional Chinese medicine at all. I won’t let them treat my father. If my father dies under their care, he won’t rest in peace even in heaven.”
Since the patient’s son had such strong opinions, Leo didn’t want to push it. He smiled, “Since Mr. Will feels that way, I have no reason to stay here any longer.”
Leo headed toward the conference room’s exit. Just as he stepped out, he turned and added, “Rest assured, not a word about today’s seminar will leak from my lips!”
Leo left with ease, and Dr. Mond hurriedly followed.
Outside the hospital’s main gate, Dr. Mond sincerely apologized to Leo, “Dr. Bloomer, I’m sorry.”
Leo waved it off, smiling, “Dr. Mond, you’ve done nothing wrong. No need to apologize. Don’t worry; if nothing unexpected happens, Will and Lisa will surely come to me seeking treatment for their father.”
In the conference room, Director Collins suggested, “President Mackintosh, should we have security restrain that Leo?”
President Mackintosh shook his head, “Let it go. He’s a friend of Dr. Mond and Dr. Beck after all. No need to trouble him. Let him go.”
Since the president spoke, Director Collins, although disgruntled, couldn’t say much.
Returning to the matter at hand, a doctor asked Dr. Beck, “Dr. Beck, should we proceed with the surgery?”
Leo’s words about the patient immediately dying if the surgery went ahead echoed in the doctor’s ears.
Before Dr. Beck could respond, Will interjected, “Why not proceed? If the surgery can save my father’s life, then it must be done! We can’t trust that witch doctor’s words!”
Dr. Beck, unhappy with Will’s term for Chinese traditional medicine, said, “Mr. Will, it’s your freedom and right not to believe in traditional Chinese medicine, but you can’t call it witchcraft!”
Another doctor, equally stern, added, “Mr. Will, please don’t slander Chinese traditional medicine. It deserves respect!”
The doctors who had been skeptical of Leo a moment ago now defended Chinese traditional medicine against Will’s accusations. Though they might not hold it in high regard, it deserves some respect.
Surrounded and refuted by many doctors, Will’s face tightened. Considering his father’s condition and the urgency, he had to switch to a more polite tone, “I apologize for what I said earlier. My father’s condition is critical. I hope you can do your best for the surgery.”
As soon as Will finished speaking, Dr. Mond returned, exchanging a glance with Dr. Beck.
Understanding the signal, Dr. Beck looked at Will and said, “Mr. Will, rest assured, we will do our utmost for the surgery. However, to improve the chances of success, we need to refine the details further. I’ve decided to postpone the surgery until everything is properly prepared.”
Upon hearing that the surgery would be delayed, Lisa, displeased, reminded, “Dr. Beck, you suggested the surgery. I hope you’re not playing with my father’s life. His time is precious.”
Dr. Beck replied calmly, “Miss Lisa, I understand your feelings. The reason for the delay is to ensure a better execution of the surgery, and it’s also for the sake of your father’s well-being.”
This statement left Will and Lisa momentarily speechless, their faces grim.
“Dr. Beck, please inform us when you’re ready,” Lisa concluded, expressing her discontent, and left with Will.
After they left, President Mackintosh questioned, “Dr. Beck, the surgical plan was already confirmed. Why postpone it now?”
Dr. Beck hurriedly explained, “President Mackintosh, this surgery is not a trivial matter. I need time to consider some details carefully. Rest assured, I will perform the surgery on Paul before his condition worsens.”
“Very well, Dr. Beck. Handle this matter with care,” President Mackintosh advised before leaving with the vice president and others.
Once everyone departed, Dr. Beck asked Dr. Mond in a low voice, “Does Dr. Bloomer have something to discuss with me?”
Dr. Mond nodded, saying, “Dr. Bloomer asked me to tell you that if you don’t want anything to happen to Paul, you must not perform the surgery. For Paul’s condition, all he needs is to take a type of Chinese herbal pill to effectively control it.”
“Chinese herbal pill? What kind?” Dr. Beck asked curiously.
Dr. Mond replied, “I don’t know the specifics, but Dr. Bloomer mentioned that when he returns to his clinic, he will start making it…”
Back at his clinic, Leo had indeed begun developing the Chinese herbal pill. Although it was his first time making such a pill, modern technology and a pill-making machine made the process relatively straightforward.
The key lay in the early preparation of various Chinese herbs, ensuring accurate proportions-the so-called formula.
Chasel, while tidying up, noticed Leo making the herbal pills and walked over with curiosity, “Dr. Bloomer, are you planning to make and sell these pills in the clinic?”
“No, there’s a patient who needs to take these herbal pills specifically for their condition. I made them for that purpose,” Leo replied without lifting his head.
Chasel responded with an “Oh” and glanced outside. A hint of hesitation appeared on his face before he continued, “Dr. Bloomer, the Read Clinic across the street closed down, but a new Western medicine clinic opened up. Looks like they want to compete with our clinic.”
Leo looked up, smiled, and said, “Your perspective is a bit biased. Whether it’s a clinic or a medical center, as long as it helps relieve patients’ concerns, it’s a good thing. Besides, in a market economy, competition is good.”
Chasel, being straightforward from his military background, thought about what he wanted to say but decided not to press further since Leo’s point made sense.