I stole your luck and caused my wife's death, making you regret being a human being.

But this instrument costs more than 9,000 yuan.

These days, newspapers always report the average household income.

But if you really want to spend nearly ten thousand dollars at once, the key is to buy an instrument that you cannot fully guarantee is effective.

Few people actually take action, most people just discuss it.

"Let's take a look again, it's not cheap..."

"If anyone buys it and it works, please tell me."

"No, you don't buy it. Just buy it and try it out. What if it works? I think everyone should be brave enough to try."

Zheng Wendong glanced at the guy who was speaking.

Keep encouraging others to buy.

I don’t buy it myself.

He wasn't the only one who noticed it.

Some people in the group also noticed it.

"You're so eager to get everyone to buy it, why don't you buy it yourself? What's the point? You're not buying it yourself, but letting others buy it. You're buying it if it's useful and not buying it if it's not. Are you using others as guinea pigs?"

The boy immediately fell silent.

There were also a few people who helped him speak.

"What he said actually makes sense. You have to try it yourself..."

"I feel like this machine is mostly marketing, so everyone should observe carefully and don't buy it rashly."

"Marketing, no way? Isn't Yang Yao the spokesperson for this machine? Everyone in our hometown knows about her good deeds."

"I'm just judging it. The effectiveness is all based on online posts. I've joined quite a few patient groups. Has anyone said it worked?"

In an instant, everyone in the group was reminded.

Yes.

There are so many patients, and some of them have bought it, but some of them don’t find it effective.

"Just pour it in honestly..."

"Well, there are indeed some that have been perfused, and the perfusion method is also used abroad."

"that is…"

Zheng Wendong achieved his goal and quit the trumpet.

No one would doubt that the person who just gave the marketing speech was him.

The tibial nerve was marketing, he was sure of it.

At least his drugs are used regularly in hospitals and not marketed as such.

This money...

Instead of giving money to marketers, it is better to make money for yourself.

He helped these people save a lot of money. He is a kind person, so he doesn't need them to thank him.

Sister Meng from Shanghai popped up and asked, "Has anyone of you seen Dr. Liang Hua recently?"

Immediately, a fellow patient said, "Sister Meng, I'm going."

Sister Meng asked about the medical treatment process.

A fellow patient from Beijing said, "Don't come recently. Doctor Liang has taken a leave of absence, reportedly getting married. Other doctors are temporarily filling in for the outpatient clinic."

Zheng Wendong went offline.

But he was concerned about the tibial nerve.

Went to find Cao Chong.

It was Hong Ying who opened the door.

Two people were talking in the study.

Seeing him asking about the tibial nerve instrument, Cao Chong said, "That's the product developed by our company."

"Main treatment..."

His expression suddenly changed, and he looked Zheng Wendong up and down, "No, brother, your prostate?"

Zheng Wendong, "You have the prostate."

He is fine.

He asked, "I've seen propaganda and stuff online...are they real, or just marketing?"

Cao Chong laughed and said, "It must be real. I can make fakes."

Zheng Wendong looked at him.

Cao Chong remained calm.

Zheng Wendong knew that Cao Chong was not telling him the truth.

But it's normal.

From what he said before, this product can bring him huge profits. My relationship with him is not that good, so how could he tell me the truth?

Cao Chong said, "No, you really don't have that problem?"

Zheng Wendong said, "If I say yes, will you give me a set?"

When coming out of Cao Chong's house.

Zheng Wendong actually held a set of instruments in his hands.

Given to him by Cao Chong.

Zheng Wendong said he wanted to borrow it for a few days, and he didn't dare to take something worth nearly ten thousand yuan for free, although Cao Chong didn't seem to care much.

Disassemble the instrument and read the manual.

Dabao stepped on the shoes and raised his hands. It seemed that the children relied on raising their hands to balance their bodies when walking.

Waddle like a crab.

She walked over to the instrument and picked it up curiously.

The father and daughter studied it for a while.

According to the instructions, Zheng Wendong attached the instrument to the designated position on his thigh.

Dabao looked at Lao Zheng's operation curiously, stretched out his short legs, and said, "I want one too."

Zheng Wendong casually picked up a band-aid and put it on her: "It's done."

After turning on the instrument...

Zheng Wendong felt it.

Five minutes later...

Ten minutes have passed.

Twenty minutes passed.

I don't feel anything.

No pain or numbness.

The area where it was applied felt a little warm, but the rest of the area didn't feel anything.

Can this thing cure diseases?

After trying for a few days, Zheng Wendong took the instrument and was about to return it to Cao Chong.

I met Lu Jianchao in the corridor.

Lu Jianchao said, "Get out..."

Zheng Wendong nodded.

The next second, Lu Jianchao saw what was in his hand and reached out to take it.

Zheng Wendong: “?”

He looked at the old man unkindly. Where was his courtesy?

Lu Jianchao said, "Tibial nerve instrument..."

Zheng Wendong's eyes instantly became friendly, "You know that too?"

Lu Jianchao unpacked it and tossed it to him. He held the electrodes and said, "You know, aren't these two things you stick on the side of your calf? They stimulate the nerves with a very light electric current to achieve the effect? ​​This thing, isn't it... the one you paid for?" He looked at Zheng Wendong hesitantly, "Do you also have frequent urination and urgency?"

Zheng Wendong didn't have time to speak.

Lu Jianchao glanced at him with pity, "You're so young..."

Zheng Wendong asked, "Is this thing useful for IC?"

Then he looked at the thing in his hand and said, "This thing might be able to treat active symptoms, or IC... tsk."

Zheng Wendong was surprised and asked, "Can this thing really cure diseases?"

Lu Jianchao said slowly, "Whatever disease you treat, if it's really nerve-related like activity syndrome, then it can be treated. The principle is actually very simple. There is a doctor in Shanghai who invented a kind of acupuncture called the Four Sacral Needles. It uses four needles and then inserts them into the acupuncture points and then adds electric current. The vibration stimulates the nerve parts to achieve the therapeutic effect... In addition to activity syndrome, many children who have urinary incontinence caused by surgery or abnormal urination and defecation after spinal surgery also go to him for treatment. But I digress..."

"That thing actually works on the same principle as a pacemaker."

"But a pacemaker provides twenty-four-hour stimulation."

"Acupuncture is useless once the needles are removed."

"This thing is similar to that..."

Zheng Wendong didn't expect that this thing could actually be useful.

It can only treat nerve-related diseases.

But it can’t cure those ICs in the group.

Lu Jianchao threw the machine back to him and asked, "How much is this?"

Zheng Wendong said, "Nearly ten thousand..."

Lao Lu's voice suddenly rose, "Nearly ten thousand?!"

"Damn, these bastards are really brave to make money. This thing only costs a few hundred or a thousand at most, close to ten thousand..."

"I can do that, too. If I'd known, I would have developed it. One machine costs only a few hundred at most. It's better for me to make the money than for those idiots."

"These bastards are so brave to make money..."

Lao Lu was heartbroken and beating his chest.

Zheng Wendong could feel his angry mood.

Then they walked out of the community building together.

Lao Lu bought some fruit from a fruit vendor carrying a basket on his shoulder.

Weigh, pay, and get change.

suddenly……

Lao Lu shouted, "Hey, you gave me too much change, more than twenty yuan. Old man, you should be more careful when selling things. It's not easy for you to make money..."