Xueba’s medical black technology system

Chapter 208 What kind of disease is this horse riding?
In the early morning, a Wuling van parked slowly in the suburbs.

After Wu Ye put on a mask and a peaked cap, he checked his situation in the rearview mirror in the car. After confirming that there was no problem, he opened the door.

After getting off the car, Wu Ye did not relax his vigilance. He glanced around. After making sure that no one was nearby, he walked to another car next to him and knocked on the door.

The car window was rolled down, revealing a middle-aged man with a somewhat stout and bald head in the driver's seat.

"Why are you here!" the middle-aged man complained.

"Sorry, I was delayed because of something." Wu Ye said with a smile, and then took out a box of Liqun that had been prepared from his pocket and stuffed it into the opponent's hand.

The middle-aged man felt a little better after taking over Liqun.

Then he got out of the car and opened the back door, revealing packed cardboard boxes.

"What you want is sent from New Delhi." The other party said.

Wu Ye is a gastric cancer patient. Because he cannot afford the more expensive genuine drugs, he will go to New Delhi to buy cheap "generic drugs."

Although the patent period of those genuine drugs has not expired, due to New Delhi's special national conditions, they directly chose to ignore the drug patents and copy the genuine drugs.

Because there are no R&D costs, the drug is extremely cheap.

Originally Wu Ye just wanted to buy some medicine for himself, but later more and more patients came to him.

So, gradually, Wu Ye bought more and more medicines.

Wu Ye checked it carefully and after confirming that there was no problem, he nodded and said, "There is nothing wrong with the thing."

The middle-aged man said: "But having said that, you have been buying less and less medicine recently."

"Isn't that a good thing?"

Wu Ye smiled and said: "What does this mean? It means that everyone can afford the medicine, and it is a guaranteed medicine, right?"

Although medicines in New Delhi are cheap, they still lack some protection.

When Wu Ye asked him this question, the middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then nodded dullly.

Wu Ye continued: "I hope that one day, similar drugs to treat gastric cancer will be available, so that I don't have to do this kind of thing anymore."

When he said this, Wu Ye had longing in his eyes: "However, this day should be coming soon."

"You seem to be quite excited today. You don't usually talk so much?" the middle-aged man said.

"Hey, let's just sigh."

With that said, Wu Ye moved the box towards his car.

Seeing that Wu Ye had almost moved, the man suddenly said: "By the way, someone from the New Delhi Pharmaceutical Factory asked me to ask if there are any domestic channels for drugs?"

Wu Ye looked at the middle-aged man with some confusion: "What kind of drug channel?"

The middle-aged man replied: "It's the newly released anti-cancer drugs in China, such as emicizumab, PD-1 inhibitors, multi-kinase inhibitors and the like."

Wu Ye was immediately amused: "What the hell, aren't those pharmaceutical companies in New Delhi specialized in piracy? Can't they just pirate it directly? Why do they have to import it from China? Isn't this unnecessary?"

The man curled his lips: "They pirated it."

"Isn't that enough?"

"Then they discovered that their skills were not very good, and the cost of pirated medicines was higher than the domestic prices, so they might as well just sell them." The man said helplessly.

After hearing the man's words, Wu Ye's expression was a bit dumbfounded.

In the end, Wu Ye waved his hand: "Forget it, I'm just buying on behalf of myself to cure my own illness. I can't do this kind of thing."

"Okay." The man nodded without saying anything more.

After moving the things, Wu Ye drove towards the city.

Wu Ye drove through the street with ease, but just when he was about to arrive at the door of his store, Wu Ye suddenly braked.With Wu Ye's sudden stop, the car suddenly locked on the ground. Wu Ye looked towards the door of his store and saw a person standing in front of his store.

What's the situation, this is?
Wu Ye suddenly became nervous. He had made an appointment with the patients to pick up the medicine at around six o'clock.

He glanced at the time. It was now around five o'clock in the morning.

Wu Ye swallowed, he quickly found a corner to park the car, and then sneaked up to take a look.

It was a middle-aged woman. The woman kept standing in front of the store with no intention of leaving.

Seeing time passing by, it was almost time to make an appointment with the patients, and it was not an option to continue in this stalemate.

After hesitating for a moment, Wu Ye stepped forward, ready to ask what the other party did.

At this moment, the woman also noticed Wu Ye walking towards this side.

Before Wu Ye could speak, the woman took the lead and asked. She looked anxious, but there was worry in her tone: "Excuse me, are you Wu Ye?"

Wu Ye hesitated for a moment, then nodded in acknowledgement.

The woman quickly grabbed Wu Ye and said, "I heard about it from other patient groups. Can you help me purchase medicines, right?"

The woman was extremely careful in her tone, fearing that she would get a negative answer.

Perhaps because she was afraid that Wu Ye would not believe her, the woman took out her mobile phone and showed her chat interface to Wu Ye.

When Wu Ye saw the woman chatting with the patient, he was basically sure of the woman's identity.

At this time, Wu Ye also breathed a sigh of relief, and his nervousness calmed down.

He thought something was wrong, but it turned out that he was just looking for someone to help him purchase medicines.

Wu Ye said with a relaxed expression: "Okay, tell me what medicine you want to purchase, and I will bring a batch back for you."

This was not the first time he had encountered this kind of thing. Many patients had come to his door before.

After hearing Wu Ye's words, the woman seemed to see hope. She quickly dug out a stack of medical records from the handbag she carried.

Wu Ye took the stack of medical records from the woman's hands. He glanced at the name on the medical records. It was a female name.

Wu Ye looked at the woman for a moment and asked, "Are you sick?"

The woman pursed her lips, then forced a stiff smile on her face: "No, it's my three-year-old daughter."

three years old?

This answer stunned Wu Ye for a moment: "Sorry, I didn't mean it."

The woman shook her head: "It doesn't matter."

Wu Ye looked at the woman with compassion. He knew that for a mother, this was a sad thing.

Wu Ye comforted him: "It's okay. I'll see what medicine you need and I'll bring it to you then."

That's all he can do now.

Under the woman's hopeful eyes, Wu Ye flipped through the pile of medical records.

Wu Ye has purchased medicines for many patients, so he thinks he knows a lot about the disease.

However, when he saw the disease on the medical record, Wu Ye was stunned.

Severe myoclonic epilepsy in infants? !

At this moment, Wu Zhiyi had only one thought.

What kind of disease is this horse riding? Why has he never heard of it?

(End of this chapter)