Song Pianlan snapped, "What more could you possibly say? No matter how much you argue, it’s futile. These are the results of Grandfather’s years of research."
Si Mingjing remained calm. "Then let’s assume that both my master and Grandfather discovered that the horns of the Tibetan Antelope could be refined into non-toxic Animal-derived Paclitaxel."
Those words were clearly intended to claim half of the glory!
How could Old Master Song allow her to do that!
Old Master Song’s face turned livid. "Nonsense! Not only are you dishonest, but you also refuse to admit your mistakes. You’re stubborn and unrepentant, simply incorrigible!"
"Whether or not I’m trying to steal Great Grandfather’s research results can be decided after I finish speaking. After all, it’s not like anyone is short on a few minutes, right?"
At this moment, Old Master Song wanted nothing more than to strike her down with his cane. "I’ll see how you can keep quibbling."
Si Mingjing didn’t rush to speak. Instead, she picked up a glass of red wine, swirling it to moisten her throat.
Her unhurried demeanor, that composure as if she could hold back a collapsing mountain even as it crumbled before her, was simply infuriating.
After taking a sip, she said, "Great Grandfather, you’ve researched this for many years. You must have applied it in clinical trials and had it verified by numerous patients. Are you saying that the Animal-derived Paclitaxel extracted from Tibetan Antelope horns can indeed cure cancer?"
Old Master Song adopted the rigorous air of a seasoned medical practitioner. "Naturally. Without clinical trials, how could I dare to make such a conclusion lightly? Medicine is no child’s play; it must be treated with the utmost caution. I have successfully cured more than a dozen late-stage cancer patients. Furthermore, these patients all recovered very well post-surgery. Only then did I dare to claim I had found a breakthrough."
At this point, a guest stepped forward. "Everyone," he said, "to be honest, I am one of the patients Old Master Song cured. I came tonight specifically to express my gratitude to him. I can assure you, Old Master Song cured me. Miss Si, it’s an undeniable fact that you stole your Great Grandfather’s research. Stop arguing. If you continue, you’ll only make a fool of yourself!"
Si Mingjing looked at the guest. He wasn’t too old, probably in his thirties, and male.
This is truly a godsend!
Si Mingjing asked, "Sir, it’s wonderful that Great Grandfather cured you. I’m currently looking for a clinically cured patient because I’d like to verify something with you."
"What is it?" The man’s tone was very cold.
Si Mingjing said, "My master discovered that Animal-derived Paclitaxel extracted from Tibetan Antelope horns can cure cancer. Initially, he was overjoyed. However, after more than twenty clinical trials, he found that the cured patients all suffered from aftereffects..."
"There are no aftereffects!" the man flatly denied.
Si Mingjing blinked her phoenix eyes lightly. "Are you sure? After your recovery, you didn’t suffer from any sexual dysfunction?"
The man’s eyes widened, his face stiffened, his expression one of astonishment. He involuntarily blurted out, "How did you know?"
With that question, he inadvertently confirmed what Si Mingjing had said.
Si Mingjing’s expression turned grave. "My master discovered this aftereffect. Coupled with the fact that the Tibetan Antelope is a rare protected species, he ultimately rejected this supposed major breakthrough. He strictly warned me that extracting Animal-derived Paclitaxel from them is impermissible!"
The words "is impermissible" landed with resounding finality.
Old Master Song’s eyes bulged in disbelief. How could this be possible?
He had never discovered this aftereffect! It wasn’t entirely Old Master Song’s fault, though. Such an embarrassing issue isn’t something patients would willingly disclose.
Besides, patients might not have been certain that Old Master Song’s medicine had caused it.
Moreover, some older patients already experienced such issues due to their age... So, Old Master Song genuinely hadn’t known.
But now that Si Mingjing had brought it up, all of Old Master Song’s dreams of achieving historical renown vanished like a burst bubble.
Caught in a maelstrom of elation followed by despair, Old Master Song was overcome by such a surge of rage that he violently spat out a mouthful of blood.