Chapter 2324: Chapter 2144: New Miracle Medicine Released A sound. Zhou Yan wasn’t embarrassed either. He continued: "I see, how do you feel about this place?" This type of open-ended question was a conversational starter, one he had asked many people. As expected. "Very good." "Refreshing, worthwhile." The elderly man expressed his admiration. Everything. Was full of vitality. However. The gloom in his heart couldn’t be erased. He wasn’t here for treatment, but that didn’t mean he had no issues; it was just an incurable disease at the moment. "Where have you visited?" "..." They chatted casually. The elderly man seemed to enjoy talking to people, especially with so many listeners in the live broadcast, which made him quite happy. Zhou Yan was also surprised. It turns out. This was a veteran of the War of Resistance. Beside him. The woman’s face also lit up with a smile. The old man hadn’t talked this much in a long time, and his thoughts were still quite clear, getting more enthusiastic. But then she thought of his illness. "Sigh!" She sighed quietly. This time. It was indeed a travel visit, to see the scenery outside. In his heart, there was a small hope that this miracle-creating country, which could treat cancer, might have a solution for Alzheimer’s disease? However. Before coming, the chief doctor at the provincial hospital had firmly stated that it was impossible to cure here, so the plan to go to the hospital immediately upon landing was refused by the elderly man. Bad news. He had heard too many times and didn’t want to hear it anymore. Therefore. They changed their itinerary to pure travel. Although the old man seemed logically clear now, his condition would continue to deteriorate, and current medicine couldn’t cure it. Irreversible. Even with medication, it could only slightly slow down the deterioration. It’s not a lethal disease in itself and wouldn’t directly cause death. But. What’s scarier than death? Memory loss. Loss of speech. Stupor. Hallucination. Inability to care for oneself. ... Almost completely losing normal behavioral capabilities. Currently, there are tens of millions of such patients globally, with Huaxia having about eight million Alzheimer’s cases. Walking along. Talking along. The live broadcast viewers listened to the old soldier’s stories of yesteryear. Gradually, the number of viewers increased, and small gifts began to appear at emotional moments. In response. Zhou Yan was naturally pleased. It seems. A nice lunch invitation for the two was necessary, or it just wouldn’t feel right. Along the way, the elderly man got more enthusiastic, though much of it was somewhat repetitive. However. No one minded much; after all, it’s chatting, and repetition is normal, especially with such stories from the past. An hour later, they leisurely arrived at the edge of the New City. Beside the river. At this moment. Zhou Yan learned from the woman that the old man was ill. "Alzheimer’s disease?" He was taken aback. This illness. Is almost equal to a terminal disease. However. That seems to have been the case before, "Is it still uncured here?" he couldn’t help but ask. In the depths of his memory, it seemed someone had mentioned the hope of curing this disease. "No." The woman shook her head. "Our provincial hospital’s chief doctor said there’s no specific medication globally." "Uh!" Zhou Yan opened his mouth; he finally remembered who had said that. It was his cousin, who worked as a doctor at a big hospital in Beijing. During a visit to Beijing, he mentioned it. Back then. The cousin was one of the first trainees for transcription fluid treatment and attended a month-long training here. Last time in Beijing, he praised the patent liquid greatly. Incidentally. He also mentioned a piece of information he heard, about a time when an inspection group came here, and an academician was diagnosed in the diagnostic cabin with a probability of having this disease. At that time. The Myanmar side mentioned that they already had drugs for clinical treatment. Later. There wasn’t much news, and everyone assumed progress was slow; media coverage was also rare. He asked, "Have you visited the Myanmar hospital?" "No." The woman shook her head. Upon hearing. Zhou Yan suggested: "Then I suggest it’s better for you to visit. Let me clarify, I just happened to hear someone mentioning it; I can’t guarantee the news’s authenticity, but they do have drugs." "They are in clinical trials but haven’t been widely reported." "Really?" Hope sparkled in the woman’s eyes. "Yes." Zhou Yan nodded. "How about this." "I’ll accompany you." "Alright." Without hesitation, taking out the Map, they searched for the nearest big hospital. It wasn’t far, just over two kilometers away. Generally, an appointment was required. But. They were there for a consultation, not for cancer treatment. Therefore. No need for an appointment process. Upon arrival, they saw a hospital that wasn’t very large. Large hospitals usually are because they have many inpatients. However. There were few inpatients here. Cancer. Just take medication and injections daily; that’s quick. For efficiency, IV drips were rare here. The real limit to appointment numbers was lodging. Moreover. Surgery. With the ultra-minimally invasive technology in the operating room. Uh! In many cases, a band-aid suffices. This was unimaginable before, and Zhou Yan heard that various countries were working to crack the operating room technology. Progress was alright. However. The effect wasn’t achievable; this wasn’t just about materials, but also the control system, sealed extremely tight, reportedly uncrackable even when dismantled. No choice. Everyone could only take it step by step. So. They created this hospital before them. Though unique, it wasn’t imposing, but no one doubted its treatment capacity compared to big hospitals. Small. Because their technology is impressive. ... At this moment. There were hardly any incoming or outgoing patients, as the main treatment was still in the Old City. But it didn’t mean operations were closed, as such institutions had moved in a week early. To adapt to the new environment. After all. From today, Old City residents would largely relocate, even move in here; the hospital obviously couldn’t keep its main gate shut, and besides, many patients hadn’t moved yet. Desolate. The only people passing by were a few people in white coats. Entering. "Hello, how may I assist you?" At the entrance’s inquiry desk, a young nurse with a delicate appearance smiled, without asking about appointments, which are for foreign major illnesses. Most conditions don’t require it. Furthermore. Such appointments were just for controlling entry and exit management. If foreigners came for general ailments, no appointment was needed. The woman stepped forward and asked urgently: "Hi, I’d like to know if you can treat Alzheimer’s disease." After saying that, she felt a bit embarrassed because she spoke in Chinese. Turning her head. She looked at Zhou Yan, hoping he would translate. However. Before Zhou Yan could speak, the girl said in awkward but understandable Chinese, "I can speak some Chinese." Jokingly, this is the reception. Chinese. English. Were two must-learn languages. "That’s great." The woman was delighted, which meant communication wouldn’t be a barrier, and a hint of warmth crossed her mind, "Can Alzheimer’s disease be treated?" Upon hearing this. The young nurse smiled. "You’re in luck. Had you come yesterday, I might have said no. But today, I’m happy to tell you: yes, we can." "Today." "The Myanmar Pharmaceutical Group’s special treatment drugs for Alzheimer’s disease, after two and a half years of clinical treatment and follow-up observation, have shown remarkable effects." "Have been approved for going public."