Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2324 - 2144: New Miracle Medicine Released

A noise echoed.

Zhou Yan showed no sign of embarrassment.

He pressed on:

"I understand. What are your thoughts on this spot?" Such broad inquiries served as icebreakers, ones he'd posed to numerous folks before.

As anticipated.

"Excellent."

"Invigorating, truly rewarding." The senior gentleman voiced his appreciation.

All around.

Brimmed with life.

Yet.

The shadow weighing on his mind refused to lift. His visit wasn't for healing, yet that didn't imply he was free of troubles; it was merely an untreatable condition for now.

"Which spots have you explored?"

"..."

They engaged in light banter. The older man appeared to relish conversations, particularly with the audience tuning in via the live stream, filling him with delight.

Zhou Yan felt astonishment too.

It emerged that.

He was a survivor of the War of Resistance.

Next to him.

A smile brightened the woman's features. The elder hadn't been this talkative in ages, his mind still sharp, growing ever more animated. Still, his ailment crossed her thoughts.

"Sigh!"

She let out a soft breath.

On this trip.

It was purely for sightseeing, to behold the outer landscapes. Deep down, a faint wish lingered that this wondrous nation, capable of conquering cancer,

could perhaps offer a remedy for Alzheimer’s disease?

Still.

Prior to departure, the lead physician at the provincial facility had insisted it couldn't be healed locally, leading the old man to reject any immediate hospital plans upon arrival.

Gloomy tidings.

He'd endured such words countless times and wished to avoid them further.

Thus.

Their schedule shifted to simple tourism. Though the senior's reasoning held firm at present, his state would worsen steadily, and modern treatments offered no cure.

Irreversible.

Drugs might merely delay the decline a bit. It doesn't kill outright and won't lead straight to demise.

But.

What terrifies more than dying?

Forgetting memories.

Losing the power of words.

Becoming dazed.

Seeing illusions.

Unable to tend to personal needs.

...

Nearly stripping away all everyday functions. Worldwide, millions endure this plight, with around eight million cases in Huaxia alone for Alzheimer’s.

Strolling onward.

Chatting steadily.

The stream's audience absorbed the veteran warrior's tales from long ago. Slowly, the viewership swelled, and heartfelt gifts popped up during touching parts.

In turn.

Zhou Yan beamed with satisfaction.

Evidently.

Treating the pair to a fine meal felt essential, or it would seem off. During the walk, the elder's fervor built, even if some parts repeated.

Nevertheless.

Few took issue; conversation allows for echoes, especially with historic accounts like these. After an hour, they casually reached the New City's boundary.

By the waterway.

Right then.

Zhou Yan discovered the man's condition from the woman.

"Alzheimer’s disease?"

He froze in surprise.

This affliction.

Rivals a death sentence.

Yet.

That held true in the past, "Does it remain untreatable locally?" he inquired instinctively. From his recollections, someone had hinted at potential cures for it.

"No."

The woman denied with a shake.

"The top doctor at our provincial hospital claimed no targeted drugs exist anywhere."

"Uh!"

Zhou Yan's jaw dropped; he recalled the source at last. It was his relative, a physician in a major Beijing clinic. On a Beijing trip, the topic arose.

At that point.

His kin had joined early sessions on transcription fluid therapy and completed a month's course here. During the latest Beijing stay,

he'd lauded the patented solution highly.

By chance.

He'd shared a rumor from an inspection team's visit, where an academician underwent a scan in the diagnostic pod, showing odds of this illness.

Back then.

Myanmar officials noted they possessed meds ready for trials.

Afterward.

Updates grew scarce, leading folks to think advancements lagged; press mentions stayed minimal. He queried, "Did you check the Myanmar clinic?"

"No."

The woman shook her head again.

Overhearing.

Zhou Yan proposed:

"In that case, I recommend heading there. To be clear, I overheard it casually; I can't vouch for its truth, but drugs are indeed available."

"They're undergoing trials without much publicity."

"Is that so?"

A glimmer of optimism lit the woman's gaze.

"Indeed."

Zhou Yan affirmed with a nod.

"Here's an idea."

"I'll go with you."

"Okay."

She agreed promptly, pulling up the Map app to locate the closest major facility. It lay just beyond two kilometers. Ordinarily, bookings were standard.

However.

Their aim was consultation, not cancer care.

Hence.

No booking ritual required. Reaching it, they beheld a modestly sized building. Grand facilities tend to sprawl due to patient housing.

But.

Inpatient numbers stayed low here.

Cancer.

Demands only pills and shots each day; recovery's swift. For speed, infusions were uncommon. The true bottleneck for slots was accommodations.

Additionally.

Operations.

Thanks to the operating room's ultra-precise methods.

Uh!

Often, just a simple patch does the trick. This defied past beliefs, and Zhou Yan knew nations worldwide raced to decode the room's tech.

Advances proceeded decently.

Still.

Results fell short; it involved not only components but the guidance software, guarded fiercely, said to resist analysis even when taken apart.

Helplessly.

All had to advance gradually.

Thus.

This establishment stood before them. Distinctive yet unpretentious, it inspired no skepticism about its healing prowess versus larger centers.

Compact.

Owing to their superior techniques.

...

Presently.

Scarcely any patients entered or left, since core care lingered in the Old City. Yet operations persisted, with these setups shifting a week ahead.

To settle into the fresh surroundings.

After all.

Starting today, Old City dwellers would mostly transfer, perhaps settling here; the clinic couldn't bar its doors, plus numerous cases remained unsettled.

Quiet.

Only a handful in white attire wandered through.

Stepping inside.

"Hello, how can I help?" At the front desk, a pretty young nurse greeted with a grin, skipping appointment queries, reserved for overseas severe cases.

Common issues bypass them.

Besides.

Those bookings mainly managed access for outsiders. For routine visits from abroad, none were necessary.

The woman advanced eagerly and inquired:

"Hello, do you treat Alzheimer’s disease?" Post-remark, embarrassment tinged her cheeks, as she'd used Chinese.

Glancing back.

She eyed Zhou Yan, expecting translation.

But.

Ere Zhou Yan uttered a word, the nurse replied in halting yet clear Chinese, "I know a little Chinese." In jest, this was the front line.

Chinese.

English.

Ranked as essential studies.

"Wonderful." Joy filled the woman, easing language worries, and a touch of kindness stirred within, "Is treatment possible for Alzheimer’s disease?"

Hearing this.

The nurse's smile widened.

"Fortune favors you. Yesterday, my answer might've been negative. Today, though, I'm thrilled to say: yes, absolutely."

"Today."

"The Myanmar Pharmaceutical Group's dedicated Alzheimer’s medications, following two and a half years of trials and monitoring, demonstrated outstanding results."

"And gained approval for market release."