Hank waved his hand, “Don’t bother asking. Even if I told you, it wouldn’t help. It costs a billion dollars per treatment. How many people do you think can afford that?”
“A billion dollars?!” Johnson was stunned, exclaiming, “You spent a billion dollars on pancreatic cancer treatment in China?!”
“Yes,” Hank said, wincing at the memory.
Treating cancer and treating impotence both cost a billion dollars. Now it seems treating cancer was the better deal.
Johnson was flabbergasted, blurting out, “A billion dollars could buy a large hospital…”
He then quickly asked Hank, “Mr. Hank, what kind of treatment did they use that costs so much? Was it some new equipment? Or a new targeted drug?”
Hank retorted, “You’re asking me, but who should I ask?”
Johnson pressed on, “Please try to recall, what was the treatment environment like in China? Did they take you to a room full of equipment, like a CT room or a radiotherapy room?”
Hank shook his head, “No, their treatment environment was a private room in a restaurant.”
“A restaurant’s private room?!” Johnson exclaimed, “That’s impossible… Treatment environments have strict requirements. They couldn’t have done it in a restaurant.”
Hank shrugged, “You don’t believe me, but it was indeed in a restaurant’s private room.”
Johnson asked again, “If it really was a restaurant’s private room, then they couldn’t have used any professional equipment, right? Did they give you any special medication?”
“No,” Hank said indifferently, “No oral medication, no medical equipment. They just talked to me, chatted a bit, then told me to leave, and I came back.”
Johnson was baffled, “This… this is too casual. They didn’t do any treatment and just let you go?”
Hank countered, “But my cancer cells are gone, aren’t they? The lesion is gone too. So they did treat me, just in a way too profound for me to understand, and for you too.”
Johnson muttered, “But this defies basic logic. For your cancer cells to completely disappear, there must have been direct intervention. According to you, they didn’t do anything.”
Hank said, “Maybe it’s Eastern mysticism. We have our own mysticism in the West too, don’t we? Throw a cross into water, and it becomes holy water that can exorcise demons. We might not believe it, thinking it’s all folklore, but if we ever encounter a demon, maybe it would actually work.”
Johnson awkwardly said, “Those are just legends, stories, and movie plots. In medicine, we must believe in science…”
Hank waved his hand, “Alright, you go believe in your science. I’m too tired these past few days, I need to rest. When the CA199 results come out, let me know immediately.”
Johnson knew this was a dismissal, but unwilling to leave without more information, he quickly said, “Mr. Hank, could you possibly introduce me to the doctor who treated you? If there’s a chance, I’d like to visit him and see what’s really going on.”
Hank chuckled coldly, thinking to himself, “If I introduce Johnson to Charlie wade, who knows what Charlie wade would do to me. Besides, someone like you going to Charlie wade would definitely not end well.”
With that in mind, he waved his hand and said, “Don’t bother asking. He’s a reclusive master and won’t meet with you.”
Then, he gave a look to his personal doctor.
The personal doctor immediately stepped forward and said to Johnson, “Dr. Johnson, Mr. Hank needs to rest. Please leave now.”
