Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2325 - 2145: Blowing Up the Internet

A span of two and a half years.

Extremely lengthy.

The rollout of the Transcription Fluid saw its clinical trials wrap up in far less than half that duration, actually even briefer. The nurse understood this well; the key factor wasn't any lack of maturity in the technology.

It stemmed from careful deliberation.

After all.

When dealing with cancer.

The death rates soar high, and survival periods tend to be brief, yet Alzheimer's stands apart as a slowly progressing condition. Thus, the first demands immediate action.

The second allows more leeway.

Hence.

Taking everything into account, the timeline got stretched out. More than two years for therapy, followed by over two years of monitoring to ensure no lingering effects or further complications.

Only then did approval come.

If rushed otherwise.

Folks might view it as sloppy and greed-driven, yet despite that, it remained quicker than the typical decade-long trials for global medications.

A full decade.

Wow!

Likely, countless patients would pass away waiting.

Two and a half years.

Precisely that.

Not a bit more or less.

Hardly impulsive, especially when stacked against the Transcription Fluid, this process appears far more thorough.

...

Those statements.

Rang like divine melody in the woman's ears.

"Really?"

She instinctively clutched the nurse's hands tighter, ignoring the faint ache in her wrists, her face blooming with an unstoppable grin—the woman's joy was utterly relatable.

She reassured her with words:

"Yes."

"The medication launches officially today."

"This condition will now join the Group's international booking options, though for visitors already in Myanmar, no waitlist or scheduling is needed."

"Shall I assist with your registration?" the nurse inquired.

"Please do."

The woman nodded repeatedly.

Overjoyed.

Electrified.

This journey proved truly worthwhile.

If not.

Booking ahead could mean months of delay, or even six months, with millions of sufferers globally rushing to seek care once word spreads of a cure.

Luckily.

They arrived among the initial wave, skipping any booking hassle.

Meanwhile.

The old gentleman buzzed with thrill, his hands quivering faintly.

As his recall faded bit by bit each day, growing ever more absent-minded, soon unable to manage daily needs and weighing down his family, he simply couldn't bear it.

Thank the heavens.

For granting him a few more vibrant years.

"Kindly show valid identification."

The nurse instructed.

"Will my ID card suffice?" the woman asked quickly; she had it on her, unlike her passport, which stayed back at the hotel, quite a distance away.

Next.

A cheerful affirmation reached her.

"Absolutely fine."

The nurse beamed.

Huaxia ID cards work here as well.

Since.

All entrants' details get logged upon arrival, so flashing one allows any department to pull and log info via the central database.

Super handy.

In fact.

A Huaxia driver's license would qualify too, provided it's an officially registered, valid form of ID from the Entry and Exit Administration, serving perfectly as verification.

"Alright."

Without delay.

The woman pulled out her ID card; the nurse took it and tapped through the necessary steps.

Scanning it.

Generating a card.

Logging the entry.

She passed over a temporary pass.

"Here's your card—head right up to the third floor, since you underwent a diagnostic cabin scan from our Group's machines in Huaxia just within the last half month."

"We've requested and received access to that data."

"So."

"You can proceed straight to the physician." The nurse explained warmly.

Normally.

Pulling personal records across borders proves quite the hassle, though such cases stay uncommon, with just a thousand fast-track approvals available yearly.

But as the year wrapped up.

Over half those slots remained unused.

Regarding exam charges?

Ha!

The nurse noted that the Group shows no interest; with Myanmar's healthcare now under Myanmar Bank Group, funds flow abundantly, and such minor fees mean nothing.

Plus.

Only a handful qualify, having used diagnostic cabins in the two nations recently.

"This..."

The woman stood there, surprised.

Is this genuinely possible?

Truly...

Incredibly upright, skipping any extra scan costs. Unaware of the rarity of qualifiers or how they dismiss such small profits.

"Thank you so much, thank you." The woman expressed her gratitude swiftly.

...

Right then.

Since the stream stayed open, the whole scene aired live, and Zhou Yan's broadcast room erupted, comments pouring in like a torrent.

"Whoa!"

"Is this legit? A cure for Alzheimer's?"

"Not staged, is it?"

Fresh viewers questioned.

In reply.

Veterans fired back right away:

"No way it's fake—we've followed the stream from start, it's definitely Yangon New City in Myanmar, and this hospital's a real local spot."

"Spot on."

"Correct, one hundred percent authentic; the streamer couldn't orchestrate a hoax with a Myanmar Bank Group facility."

"True."

"Yet another game-changing medicine emerges."

"Heavens!"

"This signals another human plague fading into history soon; gotta rush and inform Uncle—Second Grandpa has a shot now."

"Incredible!"

"Kudos to Myanmar Medical Group."

"..."

The chat buzzed with fervor, as most folks had encountered or heard of this ailment firsthand; a wonder treatment would rescue millions of households.

No hype needed.

At last.

It's been vanquished, and while other firms might spark skepticism, Myanmar Medical Group—the pharma titan that tamed cancer—inspires full trust.

Undeniably.

"Curious about the treatment cost though?"

One viewer wondered.

"No clue."

"Nurse didn't mention it."

"Fingers crossed it's affordable."

"Agreed! Given Myanmar Medical Group's fair pricing on cancer care and rivals' rates, even if steep, it won't break the bank."

"Right."

"..."

Among worldwide drug makers, Myanmar Medical Group occupies a unique spot, slashing cancer therapies down to mere tens of thousands.

Truly: principled.

"Hey, Xiaoyanzi's updating—details incoming shortly."

By now.

The woman guided the elder up the stairs, Zhou Yan trailing right behind, eager for insights on the drug's results and cost; he peeked at the stream.

Whoa!

Viewership had surged manifold.

"What's happening?" Zhou Yan wondered, taken aback.

Moments later.

A direct message arrived, revealing the news' massive impact had landed him on the site's front page, as it marked the web's earliest scoop.

Postscript:

First off, uncover the drug's effectiveness.

Secondly, reveal the pricing.

To that.

Zhou Yan brimmed with enthusiasm for quite some time.

...

Third floor.

Quiet.

Directed by signs, the trio entered the physician's room. Spotting the camera, the doctor furrowed his brow slightly, unsure of the purpose.

"Hello."

"Here's the deal: I'm a streamer who heard about treating Alzheimer's here, so I came to learn more and help spread the word as promotion."

Zhou Yan spoke up first.

At those words.

The doctor's expression eased.

Still.

He stated: "Apologies, but it's exam time now; to protect patient privacy, filming the session isn't allowed—please step out to the hallway."

Hearing that.

Zhou Yan paused, caught off guard.

Reflecting.

Of course.

Eavesdropping on private consults and airing them online does feel intrusive; in theory, he could seek the patient's consent to remain.

Yet he held his tongue.