Chapter 918: What contributions did you make?

This cottage is not big, so more than ten people stood inside and seemed crowded.

"Old Gu, just try the medicine. Why do you take us here for?" Song Yufei asked in confusion.

Although he knew what happened back then, it was his first time to come to this place.

At this time, Yu Shangfeng said: "Everyone, what you want to see next is the absolute secret of our Yong'an Hall, so please be mentally prepared!"

Everyone was puzzled, but the person who knew it seemed quite calm at this moment.

There is only one desk in the small room, with some mixed folders placed on the desk, and a huge bookcase placed against the wall.

In the eyes of everyone, Yu Shangfeng walked to the bookcase, and then gently picked up a thick book, behind which was a red stone brick.

Yu Shangfeng carefully pressed the stone bricks, and a violent shaking suddenly came!

The bookcase... is opening little by little!

In less than twenty seconds, a dark passage appeared in front of everyone!

"I'll go, there is still such a mystery here!" Linghu Qing couldn't help but sigh.

"Everyone, please come with me!" Yu Shangfeng picked up an oil lamp next to the passage and walked into the passage.

A large group of people lined up into the passage, and Xiao Ming stood at the end.

The passage is black and long, and after walking for a long time, I still can’t see today.

Xiao Ming pondered, and he finally knew why the Yong'an Hall was built on such a mountaintop, in order to build such a secret space.

This passage was obviously dug out from the top of the mountain, and they are now inside Yang'an Mountain!

After walking for about twenty minutes, light gradually appeared in front of me. A group of people accelerated their pace and walked out of this dark and long passage one by one.

When Xiao Ming finally walked in, he was shocked. This kind of place was a bit like an underground world!

It’s just that it’s not as big as the underground world, nor as lively as the underground world. On the contrary, it’s extremely depressing and dull, making people breathless.

Because there are huge glass containers arranged here, each container is like a bedroom, and there is a person living inside.

"What is this?" Song Yufei couldn't help asking.

In his opinion, this place looks like a terrifying secret underground research institute!

"Stop asking!" Hong Lao Qian suddenly glared at Song Yufei.

However, the more this happens, the more it can inspire human curiosity!

Xiao Ming actually had a clear idea in his heart. No matter how he looked at the people in this glass container, they were seriously ill, and they were all extremely difficult to treat. Anyone who dragged them out and put them in the hospital might be helpless.

"This is the Institute of Critical Care!" Yan Xinyang suddenly said a vicissitudes of life.

"Severe Care Institute?" Everyone was stunned.

Yan Xinyang walked to a glass container casually, then sighed and said, "Hey, these people are all suffering from incurable diseases. No hospital can cure them so they were placed here for our research."

"Research? How to study the method?" People who don't know the problem is one after another.

"You must know that now facing the people in society, hospitals are omnipotent. If they want to know that we still have so many diseases that cannot be cured, it will cause social panic. Therefore, we will place these incurable patients here, try treatment and medicine. Every successful case is a contribution to mankind!"

Yan Xinyang explained patiently, and he looked at the person inside the glass container in front of him, and his face was filled with regret.

Xiao Ming did not refute these remarks. Indeed, there are too many incurable diseases in today's society. For those with terminal illnesses, they can only leave it to fate.

However, it is somewhat unacceptable to the practice of treating patients as experimental subjects in humanitarian terms.

Yu Shangfeng interrupted at this time, "Do you know where Mr. Yan's greatest contribution is that he has found seventeen different treatment methods for terminal illnesses in his life, and has been widely devoted to major hospitals. His contribution is incomparable to anyone in the medical field!"

"So amazing?" Those people looked at Yan Xinyang with different eyes, and their faces were full of admiration.

The same is true for Xiao Ming. Such people should indeed be respected, but he does not agree with places like the critical care institute, and he is too lazy to care about such things. There are too many dark places in this world. He wants to care about it, just care about what is closely related to himself, such as the incident of Old Man Bai!

"If you have enough introduction, can you start testing the medicine?" Xiao Ming said a little abruptly.

The people looked at Xiao Ming with contempt, feeling that he was too ignorant of the generalities and ruined this sacred atmosphere!

However, I was more happy. Xiao Ming was really anxious to fall into the trap!

Yu Shangfeng frowned and looked at Xiao Ming. The first words of this kid did not leave a good impression on him!

"Everyone, we actually have another original intention to hold the Xinglin Conference, which is to recruit famous doctors from all over the world to solve the current problem. In fact, the last patient you diagnosed the day before yesterday was brought out from here. We have not found a treatment method so far!" Yu Shangfeng's voice became smaller and smaller, and the more he spoke, the more he became more and more depressed.

"That dermatosca?"

Xiao Ming remembered very clearly that the disease was diagnosed by himself, but he also knew that this disease was difficult to treat, and ordinary hospitals may not be cured at all!

"So, I think the pills we refine today are also targeting a certain disease. You want to borrow our hands to see if they can cure the patients here!" Xiao Ming suddenly said coldly.

Yu Shangfeng was shocked. He didn't expect that Xiao Ming had guessed this!

"That's right!" he nodded and affirmed.

"It seems that you have done a good job!" Xiao Ming chuckled.

Most people heard this sentence as ironic and stared at Xiao Ming fiercely.

Only Yan Xinyang walked over slowly, and he looked at Xiao Ming and said, "Mr., please forgive us for our propositions, but only in this way can we use your hands to contribute to the medical community. And you are all the best selected from the vast crowd after three rounds of competition, and are also the future of the Chinese medical community!"

The old man's words were not mixed with a trace of hypocrisy. He said everything he said was in his heart. He only regretted that he was old and could no longer continue to struggle on the front line of medicine!

"What Mr. Yan said is that we are still very young and should do our best for the medical community. But I wonder, what contributions have these three people who are known as the Three Masters of Xinglin?"

Xiao Ming's eyes turned and he stared at Gu Wenxuan and the other three.
Chapter completed!