CHAPTER 58: CHAPTER 58 SI MINGJING: WHAT I WANT IS NOT JUST TO WIN, BUT TO CRUSH! 1

Song Pianlan was shocked and pale. "Grandpa!"

Song Tengfei hurried over. "Grandpa!"

Mother Song cried, "Dad!"

It seemed Old Man Song couldn’t understand what anyone was saying. Darkness clouded his vision, and his body lurched forward.

Before he could hit the ground, someone caught him. Immediately after, a Silver Needle was thrust into his philtrum.

Soon, Old Man Song began to revive, his vision gradually clearing. As he looked up and saw Si Mingjing, the one who had ruined his reputation, he grasped her slender wrist, his voice barely a whisper, "This isn’t true. Animal-derived Paclitaxel doesn’t have this side effect..."

"Great-grandfather, it’s true."

The certainty in Si Mingjing’s voice was like a final blow.

Old Man Song felt like vomiting blood again, but Si Mingjing quickly stabilized him with a few more Silver Needles.

The surrounding guests gathered to watch Si Mingjing take his pulse and insert the needles. Her technique was skillful, even steadier than that of Song Pianlan, a graduate from a top medical school.

In contrast, Song Pianlan looked somewhat overwhelmed. The difference in their composure was stark and immediate.

Lady Ye stood nearby, nodding in satisfaction.

Old Man Su twisted Su Cheng’s ear and said, "Open your eyes and see clearly! Mingjing isn’t useless; she knows medicine. If you don’t pursue her now, you’ll only regret it when she’s out of your reach in the future."

"Grandpa, that hurts!" Su Cheng gasped in pain.

Should I pursue her just because she knows medicine? Am I, Su Cheng, that shallow?

However, Si Mingjing’s poise while taking the pulse and applying the needles was indeed dazzling. It’s often said that men are most attractive when they’re working, and that statement certainly applied to Si Mingjing at that moment.

Nearby, three academicians from the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital and doctors from the Third Hospital were still discussing the fatal side effects Si Mingjing had mentioned.

By this time, Old Man Song had finally recovered, though he was severely weakened. He sat in a chair, looking as if he had lost his soul.

No one had the presence of mind to comfort Old Man Song. Xian Chen, unable to contain his impatience, pressed, "Miss Si, since your master said it’s unsuitable, why do you claim you can cure Mr. Xie? Could it be that you’ve made another breakthrough?"

Si Mingjing put away her Silver Needles and said, "Indeed, there is one."

WHOA! The crowd buzzed with excitement once more.

"Miss Si, please tell us! We’re all ears."

"My master discovered that the Animal-derived Paclitaxel from the horns of the Tibetan Antelope was unsuitable. However, she didn’t give up on researching and overcoming the challenges of Paclitaxel. Later, on Prison Star, she accidentally extracted a truly non-toxic Paclitaxel from the bark of a type of pine tree."

"This tree species belongs to the same family and genus as the Short-leaf Rosewood Pine on Earth. However, it doesn’t have the clinical toxic side effects associated with Paclitaxel from the Short-leaf Rosewood Pine. Because its leaves are yellow year-round, my master named it Yellow Pine."

"Prison Star’s radiation is stronger than Earth’s. Consequently, many criminals contract cancer there in less than two years. Prison Star lacks advanced medical facilities. However, my master ground the bark of the Yellow Pine into a powder and combined it with a few other Chinese herbal medicines. Taken consecutively for half a month, the cancer could be cured."

"Using this formula, my master has statistically cured over three hundred cancer patients, with no recurrence or side effects post-treatment."

"This time, returning to Earth, I brought back a good amount of fine powder ground from Yellow Pine bark. If Mr. Xie is willing to try it, I can prescribe the formula for you. We’ll know if it can cure you in half a month."

"Willing! Willing! I am willing!" Xie Changyuan exclaimed, his excitement palpable as he repeated it three times.

He was at the end of his rope. He would readily accept a prescription from Si Mingjing; indeed, he would have taken one even from Old Man Song without a second thought, despite *those specific* side effects. After all, what was more important than life itself?