He had been polite enough.
If it wasn't Lu Zhi in front of him, he might have been even more impolite in his words!
It's just that Lu Zhi has been treated by him for so many years because of his leg disease and other reasons. Even though people outside are very afraid of Lu Zhi, he treats Lu Zhi as his junior from the bottom of his heart and is three points more patient with him than with other people.
In fact, Zhong Yilu remembered the inspection reports that Lu Zhi showed him.
The man's body was already at the end of its strength, like a candle that had burned to the end and was in danger of going out at any time.
"If you let him go back now, I don't know how long he can survive just relying on my medicine."
Zhong Yilu's tone, although he tried to soften it, was still very stiff. He really didn't like patients who didn't take their own lives seriously.
Just like he said.
Saving a person who has no desire to live is undoubtedly a waste of the doctor's time and energy, as well as the drugs that have been developed with great effort.
He had a stern face, actually a little confused: "Why didn't he come over? Didn't you tell him what I said?"
I heard a negative answer from the other end of the phone.
Zhong Yilu realized that the patient himself had no desire to live, and his face suddenly became even worse. He walked back and forth in the laboratory with his cell phone in his hand, snorting, and his tone became worse again.
"Then there's nothing I can do!"
"I'm just a doctor, not a god. He himself doesn't want to receive proper treatment. Unless I'm a god, no one can help him."
Lu Zhi thanked him and asked him for the special medicine.
Zhong Yiliu took a deep breath and tried to suppress his anger. He frowned and said irritably and unwillingly, "I'll have someone mail it to you later."
He seemed unwilling to care about the disobedient patient anymore. He didn't even bother to ask a question and said anxiously, "I'm still busy. I'll hang up now."
He didn't care if Lu Zhi had anything else to say, he hung up the phone and threw it back. He used an old brick phone, which was sturdy and could withstand being knocked around.
Normally he would just throw his phone away after answering a call, and take it out when he needed it. After more than ten years, this phone is still standing strong.
Zhong Yilu originally only used his mobile phone to make calls and read text messages. He was a nostalgic person, so he did not buy a new phone and continued to use this old brick phone.
He was still very angry after hanging up the phone with Lu Zhi. He turned around and saw several pairs of eyes in the laboratory staring at him, so he scolded them with a stern face.
"What are you looking at? Have you finished what you are doing?"
"… "
Everyone quickly put their heads down and pretended to be busy.
Zhong Yiliu remembered what he had promised Lu Zhi, and turned around to call his student, "Robert, wait for me and send some of the NO.88634 medicine to the illegal area."
"Okay." Robert was used to helping him with these trivial matters, and immediately asked him: "Teacher, how much do you want to send this time?"
"Send..." Zhong Yiliu pressed his hand on his temple, feeling upset for a rare time: "Just send something, I won't live long anyway."
Seeing that he was so upset, Robert asked softly, "Teacher, who is this patient?"
Special medicine NO.88634, this medicine itself can no longer be simply classified as a medicine, it is more like a poison.
This is a powerful stimulant drug that is constantly used by dying patients, and it prolongs the patient's life through its powerful stimulation.
It itself cannot save the patient's life. Even if it can prolong life, it can also corrode and accelerate the destruction of the patient's internal organs. Therefore, this special medicine is banned from circulation in the market.
(End of this chapter)