Feed the interstellar netizens, hand over the warships to the country to make a fortune

Everyone dodged in panic, and no one dared to step forward rashly.

Zhou Minyue stared at them with eyes full of hostility, and asked breathlessly: "I ask you, can my hand be restored to its original state?"

"answer me!"

"Don't worry, Miss Zhou. As long as you take good care of your hand, it will recover." The attending doctor had just performed surgery for several hours and was very tired. But knowing that she was a member of the Zhou family and that the young lady's temper was normal, he could only patiently comfort her.

"Bang...crash..." The cup hit the ground, making a sound that pierced the eardrums.

The medical staff frowned and stared at Zhou Minyue, who was on the verge of mental collapse.

Zhou Minyue's anesthetic hadn't worn off yet, and after completing these movements, she collapsed onto the pillow, staring at them fiercely, her emotions agitated. "I'm asking you, can my arm be restored to its original state? Can it? Can it?"

Doctor: No!

But this cannot be said. Even though Zhou Minyue has guessed the result, they still cannot say it, because if they really say it, the eldest lady will go crazy and it will be easy for her to kill someone.

They are just ordinary people, how could they do such a stupid thing?

"This..." He hesitated, still thinking about how to express himself in a way that would give her hope without letting her hold on to him, when a doctor behind him interrupted him.

"Yes, yes, Miss Zhou, you may not know that there's a piece of breaking news in our medical field recently..."

He described the miraculous medicine he got from the Seoul Military Hospital in vivid detail.

"I heard there was a criminal investigator who was severely injured while on a mission and had been injected with the world's most terrifying flour injection. He just took a tiny pill, and all the wounds, big and small, on his body miraculously healed within a few hours!!"

"Really?" Zhou Minyue gripped the bed rails, narrowed her eyes, and stared at him with suspicion.

"Really, really. Because of his special status, several of our experts from Beijing went there. In his case, no one could help. He took the medicine, and it only took a few hours. Now he's back to work."

Zhou Minyue saw that his expression didn't seem fake. And they didn't dare lie to her.

Her expression relaxed slightly. As long as it existed, the Zhou family could get it, and everything would not be a problem.

Seeing her expression, the doctor knew she had taken his advice and said, "I've also heard that taking that medicine can not only cure chronic illnesses, but also improve your organs and overall physical fitness."

He was not exaggerating; it was indeed true.

This time Zhou Minyue was really tempted. She decided to join the army and had already obtained a quota. She was just waiting to join the army.

She is extremely talented. As long as she works hard and with the Zhou family's support, it will not be difficult for her to reach a high position. Of course, it is natural for her to have a gifted body.

Zhou Minyue asked them to help her get the medicine no matter what, and money was not a problem.

The doctor said embarrassment: "This is not easy to handle, but Professor Zhang from our hospital once went to the Seoul Military Region Hospital to help treat this criminal investigator. Maybe he can help to connect us."

Zhou Minyue nodded quickly: "Please also ask Professor Zhang to come over for me. Don't worry about the consultation fee, I will pay triple it."

"Let's arrange this. I'll ask Professor Zhang to come over later. It's our duty to treat patients. This IV... can you see if I should re-insert it?"

After the doctor calmed the patient down, he asked the nurse to put on the IV drip. As for whether Zhou Minyue could get the medicine, that was a matter for the future. He did not lie to Zhou Minyue. The medicine did exist and was difficult to obtain.

But looking at Zhou Minyue's confident look, you know she has a way to get the medicine.

There are countless talented people in the capital, just like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each showing their magical powers. They only need to do their job well, and their future will naturally be worry-free.

Seeing that she cooperated with the injection, the doctor followed the medical team out of the ward and walked towards the elevator to ask Professor Zhang.

Professor Zhang only performed one operation at the hospital today. After the operation, he was surrounded by a group of students (doctors) asking academic questions. He gave them a private lesson in the conference room. When he was about to leave, Zhou Minxing and several students (doctors) pushed the door open and blocked his way.

"What's wrong?" Professor Zhang frowned as he looked at the situation in front of him, as if he was looking at a bunch of trouble.

really……

Zhou Minxing took the lead in stepping forward to introduce himself, and explained the Zhou family in Shangjing City and who the current representative of the Zhou family was.

Professor Zhang holds a high status in the medical community of Country H and has a network of influence behind him in the capital, but these networks of influence cannot be compared with those of aristocratic families after all.

Just like cultivating immortals, people like them can only be considered retail investors, and the Zhou family is like a sect. No matter how powerful a retail investor is, he has to be courteous when meeting someone from a sect.

Besides, the capital is a small place full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. You can see them everywhere you look, so you have to make a good show outside.

Seeing that he was quite respectful, Zhou Minxing knew that he was a sensible man, so he invited him to the ward.

Professor Zhang rarely sees patients, so not everyone can see him. Even if he has a good social status and offers a good consultation fee, you still need to make an appointment in advance.

When he heard Zhou Minxing's words, a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

However, considering that he had met Zhou Zhenyu several times and they could be considered old acquaintances, he still agreed to go with them.

Professor Zhang put on his name badge again and went down to the ward floor with them.

In the ward, Zhou Minyue was still receiving an IV drip. Due to the effects of the anesthetic, she was drowsy. When she heard someone coming in, she immediately forced herself to wake up.

When Professor Zhang saw Zhou Minyue, he stepped forward to check the wound, and then looked at the medical records and various reports. When he was about to ask the patient's family to go out and talk, Zhou Minyue suddenly propped herself up and stood up, calling him from behind.

"..."

Professor Zhang listened for a long time before he realized that their intention in looking for him was not to get him to come for medical treatment, but to get the special medicine from the Seoul Military Hospital.

Professor Zhang refused without hesitation.

It’s not that he doesn’t take the Zhou family seriously, but he knows better than anyone how important that medicine is, and he doesn’t have the right to make the decision.

Zhou Minyue didn't expect him to refuse, so she said directly that as long as he was willing to help, he could set any conditions he wanted, even if it was only in the tens digits, the Zhou family would give it to him.

The Zhou family is not short of money, but of talent, talent like her.

She absolutely cannot be disabled.

"Ms. Zhou, it's not that I don't want to help you. There's only one pill of that medicine, and it was obtained by a colleague of mine on behalf of our national medical research organization. But I think you can wait until there's good news from the research institute. They should be able to replicate it soon."