In the past, Western medicine and later modern medicine, in the period of primitive accumulation in European and American countries, actually had blood on their hands.

Death row prisoners, domestic slaves, war criminals, and even ordinary people from defeated countries are all their experimental subjects.

Otherwise, how could current medical technology develop so rapidly in just one or two hundred years?

For example, why is medicine in Japan so advanced? Don’t forget the numerous crimes committed by 731 in our country. They were doing human experiments and medical anatomy on ordinary people. It’s strange that the level of medicine has not improved quickly.

Another example is genetically modified experiments. Do you dare to experiment in developed countries such as Europe and the United States? So they are carried out in poor African or Asian countries. People don't have enough to eat and don't care about health at all?

Another example is clinical drug testing, which is a necessary process for modern hospitals to launch a new drug, requiring tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of experimenters to provide clinical data.

But do these clinical trials dare to be carried out in developed countries?

So the poor and backward Uncle Black who is the unlucky guinea pig and the Asian people, including a certain country, are also their experimental base.

Many patients are not informed at all, and doctors let you take certain experimental drugs, and then ask the patients to pay for this and other tests to verify the effectiveness of the drugs.

Is what they did considered procedural justice, reasonable and legal?

Of course, European and American countries took the lead and completed the primitive accumulation of medicine, and then turned into holy mothers, accusing China of being incompetent and inhumane. Even my country's papers on the subject of hepatobiliary and pancreatic diseases were refused to be published.

Say there is something wrong with the source of your organs.

To put it bluntly, I just want to restrict you, discredit you, and attack you because you are ahead in the field of hepatobiliary and pancreatic diseases. That’s all.

So your European and American countries publish so many papers and so much data every year, are all the sources legitimate and legitimate? Are they all well-documented? Are there really so many people who voluntarily donate their bodies for your experiments?

The answer must be no.

Don’t forget which are the countries with the largest demand for organs in the world? They must be rich developed countries. How can you buy organs if you don’t have money? How can you afford surgery? How can you take expensive anti-ovulation drugs for a long time?

So where do the organs from countries like the United States, Britain, France, Japan, Italy, and Canada come from?

From a criminological perspective, whoever is the biggest beneficiary is likely to be a criminal.

When you have business, there is killing.

Why do people think of the trafficking of women and the sale of organs when talking about Eastern Europe? Who are the organs sold to in Eastern Europe? Those are not the most recent European developed countries, so is this part of the trade legal?

So for the experimental organs that European doctors need, where can it be legal to source transplant organs?

The world's largest "black market for human organs" is in the United States. How dare you, an American doctor, say that the sources of organs from other countries are illegal?

In addition, there is a "blind area" in organ trading, which is comparable to Southeast Asia.

That's the high seas.

Outsiders may not know, but no one in the industry knows that many evil things happen on the high seas, and the leaders are doctors from European and American countries.

For example, a cruise ship takes a boatload of people out to sea, maybe hundreds or thousands of people, and it is said that it takes these poor people to go abroad to work.

Once your ship reaches the high seas, hell on earth will begin, which means removing your human organs, gathering a batch of them, and then quickly transporting them by helicopter to all parts of the world.

As for people whose organs have been cut off, it's even simpler. If they are thrown into the Pacific Ocean like garbage, their bodies will not be found.

It's simply a "killing factory", one-stop service.

There is no law on the high seas, and these "murder factories" will not leave any evidence, making it impossible to try them.

So let me ask again, where do these human organs go? Where are the markets with huge demand for these organs that can afford them?

So don’t follow others’ opinions and don’t look down on your own people or your own country. India definitely has problems with the organ trade. There is no doubt about this, but are European and American countries innocent?

But there is no other way. The world's mainstream media are in their hands, and mainstream medical journals are also in their hands. How can they expose their shortcomings?

No matter which country you are in, those who play politics and those who play in the media have dirty hearts, without exception.

Chen Qi slept in the Sheraton Great Wall Hotel during the day.

The Great Wall Hotel is one of the earliest five-star hotels in the capital. It mainly receives foreigners for business inspections. The conditions are definitely first-class at this period.

Chen Qi is rich, so staying in a hotel is nothing.

Anyway, Lan Lijuan was not here, and Dean Chen didn’t think about going back to the unit to claim the reimbursement, so of course he did whatever he felt comfortable with.

After waking up, Chen Qi asked another customer to dine. While drinking iced Coke and blowing on the cold air conditioner, he shouted at a table full of seafood:

"This is the enjoyment of life."

In the evening, Professor Ge came over.

As soon as he entered the guest room, the old man couldn't help but look around:

"Damn, Chen Qi, you really know how to enjoy it. Look at this sofa, look at this Simmons, oh, and this big color TV. Oh, this customer actually has a refrigerator. The cold wind is blowing, it's so damn comfortable.

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Chen Qi laughed loudly after hearing this:

"Comrade Lao Ge, after all you are also a first-level professor at Peking University, chairman of the Chinese Alliance for Cleft Lip and Palate Diagnosis and Treatment, and you have a courtyard house with a separate courtyard at home. Is this still a problem for you?"

The ones left behind are not so much professors as they are entrepreneurs. All of them are extremely rich, and the graduate students they teach are all free coolies.

Professor Ge was unconvinced when he heard this:

"Can I enjoy it? Do I dare to enjoy it? My current salary plus subsidy adds up to more than 600 yuan a month. This little money is not as much as the old lady selling tea eggs makes. By the way, you are talking about this courtyard house

Can it really rise to hundreds of millions? If it is so valuable, why are it being demolished everywhere now?"

In 1990, riding on the momentum of the Asian Games, large-scale construction projects were carried out everywhere in the third ring road of the capital, vowing to build a modern new capital.

A large number of old buildings such as courtyard houses were demolished, and then new high-rise buildings were built.

In the eyes of Chinese people, modernization = high-rise buildings.

Ge Minghua had performed a flying knife surgery with Chen Qi, and he had received US$10,000 in labor fees. Under Chen Qi's deception, he also bought a two-bedroom courtyard house next to Jingshan.

His logic is very simple. Since the courtyard house is so precious, why did it have to be demolished?

Chen Qi poured a glass of iced Coke and placed it in front of Professor Ge:

"Just take it with confidence. Our few sets of courtyard houses are all in areas that cannot be demolished. If they demolish them and demolish them all, wouldn't the remaining courtyard houses be valuable? Don't look at the fact that people now like to live in buildings with flush toilets.

These are the people who have had enough of the courtyard.

In a few years, nouveau riche from all over the country will move to Beijing. By then, courtyard houses will become luxury homes in the minds of outsiders. They can be bought and sold without blinking an eye, and if they are renovated and renovated, they will actually be comfortable to live in.

It’s a private house with no one to disturb you.”

What Chen Qi did not tell Professor Ge was that except for the courtyard houses occupied by various government agencies, these parts were not allowed to be listed for trading.

Decades later, there are only 300 courtyard houses in Beiping City that truly have clear property rights, no rental disputes, and can be listed for sale.

Things are rare and expensive, so why don’t the prices go sky high?

Chen Qi owns a courtyard house, which is right next to the moat of the Forbidden City and has three entrances. He will never sell it without 1 billion in the future.

The two chatted about housing prices for a long time, and then they got back to the right track:

"Professor Ge, what was the result of today's national conference? A resounding victory, superior to all others, right?"

Chen Qi has told Ge Minghua the true cause of his illness. He must have appeared in front of others today to satisfy his desire to show off, right?

"Shit, they are a bunch of old stubborns. They all insist on their own opinions and barely take action. The only exception is that Meng Yushu. He opens his mouth and shuts up and kills with a stick. Why are you the number one man in the country?

It's whatever you say.

In the end, guess what he said? He said that regardless of whether it was a fibroma or an abnormal proliferation of bone fibers, the most important thing was to solve the patient's disease. The key is to perform the surgery on the small patient first. This is an honor.

The task belongs to none other than Ge Minghua of Peking University Third Hospital.

Listen, are these human words? Aren't you putting me on a rack to roast in front of colleagues all over the country? He Meng Yushu has established an image of a good doctor who is humble and prudent and considers his patients wholeheartedly. What a mess.

Smelly shit."

Professor Ge scolded Chen Qi for a long time, then looked at Chen Qi with his eyes. Seeing that he had no reaction, he coughed a few times:

"This, this, Chen Qi, how confident are you about this operation now?"

Chen Qi asked back: "Lao Ge, if you were asked to perform this operation alone, how confident would you be?"

Ge Minghua shook his head: "I'm not sure at all. I don't even know what's going on inside this bone. What do you want me to do with this operation?"

Chen Qi leaned on the sofa and said casually:

"Surgery is difficult. Since Vice President Meng is carrying the sedan chair for you, let's not let him down. By the way, when is the surgery scheduled?"

"It is scheduled for the morning of tomorrow. There will be a live broadcast at that time. All colleagues will come to watch, and reporters from the media will also come."

"That's good, I'll recharge my batteries tomorrow, and we'll teach them a lesson the day after tomorrow, haha."

Professor Ge felt relieved when he heard this: "Sure, I'm relieved because of your words. Brother, whether I can get the member of the academic department depends on how you go about it the day after tomorrow."

The next day, Chen Qi didn't go anywhere and kept preparing tools in his room.

Based on the measurement of the head size of the young patient, Chen Qi also had to prepare a lot of materials for surgery. In addition, he had to combine all the inspection reports and simulate the surgery again.

On the morning of the third day, Professor Ge got up early and went to the Lama Temple to burn three incense sticks. Then he met Chen Qi and went to the Third Hospital of Peking University.
Chapter completed!