Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2346 - 1186: Milestone

One week had passed.

The morning arrived.

"Phew!"

Upon rising from sleep, Shi Ze sensed a burst of vitality, like he'd slipped back into his youthful days. Naturally, he understood this sensation was deceptive, merely the medication stimulating his neural pathways.

Over the past seven days.

In addition to tending to patients, he himself received care as one. Since his condition was mild, featuring only slight impacts on recall and thinking, he noticed little variation.

All that changed was his rest quality.

Yet.

Among fellow patients, the transformations were striking. Within a full month's regimen, the initial week delivered the most noticeable gains.

First off.

Enhanced slumber.

Next.

Mental sharpness, incredibly vivid. Be it recollection, awareness, or overall condition, everything showed clear improvement.

To be frank.

Shi Ze had grown fond of this feeling.

After all.

As a devotee of research, he cherished this clarity. It could easily pass as a brain-boosting tonic. When he raised the point, the Myanmar Pharmaceutical Group responded:

---Absolutely.

But.

Employ it in moderation.

Overuse might foster addiction swiftly.

Hence.

This fell under controlled medications, and for unrelated issues, careful application was advised. Luckily, brief therapy sessions avoided habit formation and proved quite secure.

...

Rising from bed.

Performing his morning routine.

Stepping outside.

Reaching the dining hall.

The place buzzed with activity, offering a wide array of complimentary dishes. Shi Ze casually nodded to the Myanmar physicians, once more struck by how widespread Chinese speakers were around here.

During his prior visit, the impression hadn't hit as hard.

Now.

He observed locals mastering Chinese with ease, even tossing in proverbs. Upon inquiry, he discovered all had cleared the Chinese fluency exams.

Chinese.

English.

Both stood as essential requirements for local doctors, demanding specific proficiency exams.

Passing them.

Brought salary boosts.

Still.

It posed no major hurdle, merely adding difficulty to shifts or advancements, without risking employment.

Foreign visitors filled the avenues.

Thus.

Progress happened fast. Even street sellers chatted smoothly in daily phrases. These so-called experts ought to push themselves harder,

lest they lag behind.

...

Dining.

A mix of voices drifted into his ears.

"Hmm."

"Everything’s okay."

"No problem."

"The doctor mentioned that within a month, I'll be able to get up and walk, talk to folks, regain some memories, and act just like anyone normal; the remaining part is only stabilization."

"..."

"Not expensive."

"The full course costs around 100,000 Asia Dollars, totally fair."

"..."

"Keep in mind, family backing is essential; without it, healing drags on. The doctor stresses that ongoing memory nudges are vital during rehab."

"..."

The seven-day therapy yielded impressive outcomes, prompting many to spread the positive updates to relatives, sparking widespread delight. For any household, this mattered greatly.

Free of sickness.

Free of calamity.

It counted as major happiness.

...

Back in the outside realm.

Coverage of the topic kept flowing nonstop.

Early and middle phases retained some recall, but advanced stages posed the real challenge. Numerous households yearned to bring the remedy home without delay.

So.

Demands echoed loudly.

Yet.

Most nations moved slowly. Just one week in, confirming a cure required a complete cycle, especially proving success in dire cases.

Failing that.

It'd be reckless.

Consequently.

Folks watched Myanmar with anticipation, urging faster action. While early and mid-stages got priority, nothing strictly barred others, only suggestions.

Thus.

Late-stage sufferers flocked here in numbers. Flight bans didn't stop them; if willing to endure the journey, they traveled far to arrive.

...

At the medical facility.

Upper level.

Shi Ze stepped into a dedicated recovery room. Nearly every critical case arriving in Myanmar got placed here for unified monitoring and care, skipping hotel stays.

Considering.

This phase.

Where movement was nearly impossible, transport grew tricky. Inside the room, an older gentleman rested on the bed, his spouse seated nearby.

Son.

Daughter-in-law.

Two caretakers, two guards, making eight altogether.

Clearly.

The family enjoyed comfort. Word was they'd motored straight from Thailand, and for extreme instances, reaching the frontier meant acceptance, reservation or not.

Plus.

Equal handling.

No matter wealth, even tycoons faced no surcharges. Outwardly, this could appear biased against the needy, but favoritism would breed fresh inequities.

In this manner.

It worked well.

"Soon, once the physician examines you, we'll head out for fresh air."

"..."

"What would you like for midday meal?"

"I..."

"..."

Utterance by utterance.

The elder labored over words, lighting up his son's expression. His dad, silenced by the illness's endgame, was slowly reclaiming awareness.

Usually, bookings kicked off therapy a week ahead.

But.

After hearing of the possibility, he rushed him over the following day. Consequently, the senior had undergone nearly twelve days of intervention, yielding stunning progress.

Identifying faces.

Identifying objects.

Mind remained sharp, conveying via gestures.

Only.

Speech stayed halting, yet this progress dashed cure doubts. Spotting Shi Ze, he grinned and inclined his head.

"The results keep improving."

Shi Ze grinned back.

Before him.

Lay a grave instance, bordering on coma-like, yet after close to a fortnight's care, awareness returned, along with basic vocalizations.

Truly remarkable.

At his side.

The lady kept recounting old tales—their initial encounter, shared trips, shared moments—ceaselessly stirring buried recollections.

And this.

Formed core therapy.

Lacking it.

Revival might occur sans prompts, but certain pasts could linger asleep. For harsh cases, solo handling wasn't ideal.

"Thank you."

The son's appreciation flowed.

"No need; I'm only observing to study." Shi Ze dismissed it.

Then.

After probing further on specifics, he departed. He handled portions of inspections, with close to seventy end-stage cases at the site.

What's more, arrivals swelled, requiring checks on all.

Exhausting?

Far from it.

He thrived on it.

Moving briskly, in that instant, he longed to roll this out nationwide right away for mass application. Side risks? Minimal odds.

Trials had run.

Across two years.

Healing over ten thousand.

Formerly.

Skepticism shadowed the Myanmar Pharmaceutical Group's prowess, but admiration now reigned. At minimum, these unique remedies eluded Huaxia's grasp for now.

On that note.

He let out another sigh.

Transcription Fluid.

Transcription Fluid once more—this substance wielded potent influence on nerves, sparking dramatic synergy with companions.

Goodness!

Could it be a cure-all?

Indeed!

It appeared so.

Shi Ze believed this pace might etch Transcription Fluid as a pharmaceutical landmark in history, akin to antibiotics.