Ling Tian faced lawyer Leonard, completely disregarding his talk of humility. He knew very well that dealing with foreigners was useless with humility; on the contrary, one had to show confidence when facing them.
It was like his third brother's country, where people thrived in the US precisely because they were good at boasting and had no concept of humility in their dictionaries.
Conversely, many Chinese people's humility was seen by foreigners as a lack of ability and confidence.
"The Mayo Clinic couldn't cure the illness, so what confidence do you have in curing my father?"
Leonard Hughes stared intently at Ling Tian, trying to gauge from his reaction whether he was lying. For a top lawyer, judging whether someone was lying was an essential skill.
Ling Tian was neither humble nor arrogant, his eyes directly meeting Leonard Hughes's gaze.
"You are a very renowned lawyer, and I trust your professional integrity. I believe that before we arrived, you must have researched my father-in-law Wang Qingtian's case.
I also believe you are aware of the efficacy of our Bing Tian Pharmaceutical's products and why Boris Gustav targeted Bing Tian Pharmaceutical."
Leonard Hughes nodded. "Yes, your assumption is correct. I did investigate your company's background, and I have reviewed the reports for your company's products. Their efficacy is indeed astonishing.
In fact, my wife used Bing Tian Xiao Ke Wan, the one for type 2 diabetes, and she miraculously recovered. The doctors at the Mayo Clinic recommended it to her."
"Those few drugs were developed by me. Does that perhaps prove my medical capabilities?"
Leonard Hughes pondered for a moment, then shook his head.
"Mr. Ling Tian, medicine is a very rigorous matter. I admit you might have a high level of skill in drug research and development, but that doesn't necessarily mean you are highly skilled in clinical treatment.
Moreover, your company's drugs have absolutely no relation to neurology or brain science!
Furthermore, Alzheimer's disease is caused by the localized death of brain cells. Once brain cells die, they cannot regenerate; this is the most basic biological common sense. Only God can change that!"
"Mr. Leonard, you make a valid point. However, your understanding of me has many discrepancies. I can now tell you about my other identity!
My teacher is China's top traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, and I am also a member of China's National Sword Bureau.
Those who can enter this organization are China's most elite medical experts. In other words, you can consider us doctors who treat high-ranking officials, or imperial physicians!
And one of the characteristics of our traditional Chinese medicine is to treat patients from a macroscopic perspective, addressing the underlying mechanisms of the illness, rather than just treating the symptom, like curing a headache by treating the head or a foot ache by treating the foot."
"That sounds quite miraculous, but I need to verify what you've said.
Also, have you treated patients with Alzheimer's disease, and do you have any cases of successful treatment?"
"There are certainly cases, but the identities of these patients are very distinguished. It might not be easy to find them for verification," Ling Tian said with some helplessness.
In fact, Ling Tian had indeed cured several such patients in recent years, but their identities and health conditions could not be casually disclosed to outsiders.
Upon hearing this, Leonard Hughes immediately frowned. In his view, as a lawyer, the most important thing was evidence; without evidence, everything was speculation.
Hearing Ling Tian say this, he felt Ling Tian was somewhat unreliable. He boasted so highly but didn't allow for verification; wasn't that a sign of guilt?
Ling Tian saw Leonard's concerns and smiled. "I understand you have reservations, and that's normal. After all, we've just met, and you don't have an accurate understanding of my medical skills.
How about this: let's give each other a chance. You can find a patient with Alzheimer's disease, and I will personally treat them for you to witness the treatment's effect!
If I can cure that person, then the case is proven, and you can feel at ease allowing me to treat your father!"
Hearing Ling Tian's proposal, Leonard's interest was piqued. People like Leonard share a common trait: they will stop at nothing to achieve their goals. Now, he wanted to save his father, and he would try even with a one-in-a-million chance. He was also well aware that time was running out for his father.
"Your proposal sounds reasonable, I can consider it..."
"There's no need to waste time. I am a doctor, and I know for sure that you must have prepared many cases similar to your father's symptoms.
Now is the time to use them!"
Ling Tian's intention was very clear. He knew that Leonard must have prepared some patients with symptoms similar to his father's, as many treatment methods carried immense risks with unknown efficacy.
Therefore, Leonard must have sought some "guinea pigs" before using these treatment methods.
This showed that while the United States often preached democracy and human rights, in the face of capital, everyone was merely a tool!
Leonard looked at Ling Tian, his emotions complex. He found himself unable to see through this Chinese man. On the contrary, he felt Ling Tian's gaze was like an X-ray, as if it could see through his entire body, and even his thoughts could be easily guessed by Ling Tian.
"Alright, I'll give it a try. If the experiment fails, I won't blame you; we'll go our separate ways.
If the experiment is successful, and my father is cured, or even if his symptoms are alleviated, I, Leonard Hughes, will take on your father-in-law's case!"
"Deal!"
The two shook hands, and then Ling Tian and Aurora were arranged to stay in a guest room at the manor.
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In the Gustav family mansion, Boris Gustav was handling affairs at his desk. He was preparing to run for president in a few years, which was a very complex and systematic undertaking, so Gustav devoted a significant amount of energy to it every day.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. The knocking had a specific rhythm. Upon hearing it, Boris immediately pressed a button on his desk, and the door opened. A man in his fifties with a receding hairline walked into the office.
This man was named Alexander, Boris's most trusted confidant. Alexander's family had served the Gustav family for generations, essentially being their household retainers.