Back then, Mo Wen had obtained a large number of colorful primordial stones from the Ten Thousand Tablet Mountain. Among them, there was a small number of Five-Colored Primordial Stones. Any Five-Colored Primordial Stone could store a shocking amount of vital Qi. Even if a Divine Illusionary Realm immortal cultivator were to absorb it, he would most likely be able to maintain it for tens of years.
Even though the Ming Palace had a large number of cultivators, even if they were twice as many, they would not be able to absorb all the Vital Qi in a five-colored primordial stone.
Very soon, Wang Yinru and Pei Fengwu had completely broken through to the Tide Changing Realm. With the nourishment of the Five-colored Vital Energy, the two of them had a much stronger foundation. Although the Five-Colored Essence Stone could not be compared to the Spiritual Transforming Bead, it was still a heaven-defying resource for the two women. A Divine Illusionary Realm cultivator might not be able to obtain a treasure like the Five-Colored Essence Stone.
In just one day, all the ancient martial art practitioners in the Green Ancient Mystery Dimension knew that their spiritual leader had returned. However, there were very few people who could see Mo Wen. Mo Wen lived in seclusion. Other than a few members of the upper echelons of the Ming Palace, it was very difficult for others to see him.
Wang Yinru looked at the man in front of her and said softly, "Wan 'er is training outside and hasn't been back for six or seven years. We can't find any news about her. It's very likely that she's in the Peng Lai Immortal Region."
With the Ming Palace's current power, the only place they could not control was the Peng Lai Immortal Realm.
"She's quite good at running." Mo Wen shook his head. He had previously instructed Wan 'er not to go to the Peng Lai Immortal Realm as much as possible. After all, there were still many sects there that were hostile to the Ming Palace.
It was time to settle the grudges of the Peng Lai Immortal Region. Mo Wen narrowed his eyes slightly.
However, Mo Wen did not know that the main space was already in a mess because of him.
Beijing Military First Hospital. A large number of people surrounded the hospital. Reporters, media, patients' families, people seeking medical treatment …
This was not the first time this had happened. As early as half a month ago, the hospital had been blocked to the point that not even a drop of water could trickle through.
"Hello, I am a reporter from the Chinese News Agency. May I ask if President Han can accept some of our interviews?"
"Rumor has it that your hospital has a cure for the Grim Reaper's Terminal Illness. Is this news true?"
"According to various sources, all of the patients with the Grim Reaper's Terminal Illness in your hospital have been cured, and President Han has also recovered. It's no secret that the Top Military Hospital has the technology to cure the Grim Reaper's Terminal Illness.
"Now, more than 50 countries in the world have cases of the Grim Reaper's Terminal Illness. Those countries have all sent letters to Huaxia for help. May I ask why your hospital has always refused this matter that concerns the national image and international morality?"
"Now, the international media is reporting that China has the technology to cure the Grim Reaper. They say that China has no humanitarian spirit and is unwilling to help other countries. Since your hospital can cure the Grim Reaper's terminal illness, why are you unwilling to come forward? Who will be responsible for the damage to the country's international image? "
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Other than the media, there were also many family members of patients with the Grim Reaper's terminal illness. Many of these family members were foreigners. They knew that China could cure this terminal illness, so they came all the way here to seek treatment.
"We want to see Director Han. You can't stop us. We need his help. Isn't it a doctor's duty to cure people? Why don't you save our loved ones?"
"Friends from China, I have money. I can afford any amount. As long as you cure my child, I can give you all my assets."
"How can you people leave him to die? Where is the medical ethics of the Chinese people?"
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Han Jiangong's office.
Elder Han quietly sat on the chair. The white hair on his head and the wrinkles on his face increased. He looked haggard.
Outside the office, the noise could be vaguely heard. Although the hospital had security guards, there were too many people breaking into his office. It was impossible to stop them. Many people were only stopped when they broke into the door.
"Damn it, I was too muddle-headed. Why didn't I ask Brother Mo to stay back then? Now that there are so many people here, where can I find him?"
Han Jiangong's face was full of remorse and self-blame. As a doctor, he had dedicated his entire life to the hospital. Treating patients was his destiny. How could he refuse to treat patients?
However, he did not have the ability to treat such a deadly disease.
In this world, there were only a few people who could treat such a disease. The only person he knew was Mo Wen.
Mo Wen was mysterious and elusive. Finding him was harder than reaching the heavens. It was all luck that he could see him again. Moreover, it had been decades.
That day, after Mo Wen treated the patients in the hospital, he left alone. Han Jiangong was too excited then and did not realize Mo Wen's uniqueness. He forgot to leave Mo Wen's contact information. Now, in the sea of people, it was extremely difficult to find such a person. Even the government would not be able to find a person like Mo Wen.
The matter of the deadly disease was getting more and more serious internationally. More and more countries and people were poisoned by the deadly disease. Currently, the only case that could treat this disease was the First Hospital of the Hua Xia Military Region.
These days, Han Jiangong was under too much pressure. The media of various countries, the government, the people, the World Health Organization … It could be said that the whole world was in an uproar because of this matter.
In the morning, the national health department once again requested the hospital to send rescue teams to various countries. This put Han Jiangong in a difficult position.
It was because he knew very well that going to the disaster area with serious diseases now was no different from sending himself to death. After coming into contact with such a disease, he knew very well how scary it was.
He was an old man and did not care. He was not afraid of death. However, who would be responsible for the lives of the other team members in the hospital?
Bang!
The office door was suddenly knocked open. A tall figure barged in.
"Wang Shuyi?" Han Jiangong frowned slightly. He looked at the nurse in the hospital who had left a deep impression on him.
"Professor Han, you should know why I am here. You don't have to deny anything. After you returned to the hospital last time, more than a hundred patients with the deadly disease were all cured. After that, the patients' feedback proved that you were the one who cured them. "
"You have this ability. Professor Han, now you can save many people. Many innocent lives can be reborn because of you. You can do all this. In Shuyi's heart, you have always been a virtuous and respectable senior, a doctor who saves lives and heals the injured. "
Wang Shuyi got more agitated as she spoke. She did not understand. Professor Han clearly had the ability. Why did he refuse to treat those patients with the deadly disease? There were so many lives. Did he want to watch them die?
Han Jiangong looked deeply at the nurse in front of him. After a long silence, he said, "Nurse Wang, your responsibility is to take care of every patient. As for the matters of the hospital, you don't have to worry about it."
That day, most of the patients on the eighteenth floor were in a deep coma. Hence, they did not know that the person who saved them was Mo Wen. Even some patients who were conscious did not know who saved them. This was because Mo Wen's treatment method was too magical. He just walked past them and they were cured miraculously.
Hence, now, including the patients, everyone thought it was Han Jiangong's credit.
(To be continued.)
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