When Lesedi Dlamini walked alone into this first-floor hall, which was not very spacious but had pure white floors, walls, ceilings and even lights, she still had no idea about the origin of the letter in her mailbox. Be wary of emails with unclear signatures.
You can’t blame her for being too paranoid. The current situation is no better than before. With the MNU using District 9 as an excuse to continue to interfere in South Africa’s national affairs, even politicians with the least political sense can sense that their living space is changing. Getting smaller and smaller.
In Lesedi's view, as long as the problem in District 9 is not resolved, sooner or later the vast majority of officials in the government will become puppets at the mercy of others, and South Africa will be completely reduced to a country that is hostile to Western countries. and the MNU’s obedient puppet regime.
This process can be as short as two or three years, or as long as more than ten years. It seems that there is still plenty of time, but in fact the noose has been tightened - even if she and her colleagues have good hands and eyes, they can't bring down the 180 people in District 9. Thousands of shrimps waiting for food disappeared out of thin air.
As for moving the restricted area or other treatment methods, it is not unmentioned. However, Lesedi, who knows the inside story, understands that with South Africa's current financial situation, it is impossible for the government to complete these tasks that can cure the stubborn disease before going bankrupt, let alone move MNU Rushed back to my hometown.
But perhaps before that, she had already voluntarily resigned from the post of national health minister.
After all, the last thing she wanted was to be busy with official duties during the last period of her daughter's life, causing that angelic little girl to die in the hospital bed with longing for her mother.
After looking around at the decoration that was very similar to the hospital style, Lesedi took out a photo of a family of three from the inner pocket of his suit, kissed the man in the photo and put it back into his pocket. No one knew What is this woman thinking in her mind at this time.
A year ago, no one knew why God, who watched everything in the sky, would be so cruel to a child who had just turned eight, causing her to lose her father in a car accident and then herself at an age when she should have enjoyed the love of her parents. She also contracted acute lymphoblastic leukemia, one of the terminal diseases. From then on, she lost the right to play happily with her mother on the lawn. She breathed the air with the smell of disinfectant all day long and kept company with medicine syringes.
Perhaps because he was unwilling to let his daughter leave him so early, perhaps because he still had the desire for a miracle in his heart, Lesedi finally decided to give it a try and followed the guidance of the mysterious email to this seemingly private room. In a suburban building that looks just like a hospital, a call comes out with infinite attachment to the lives of loved ones.
"Excuse me, is anyone there?"
The next moment, it seemed as if someone from somewhere really responded to her call. The originally dim lights in the hall suddenly became much brighter, and at the same time, a gentle, sweet and melodious female voice sounded in her ears.
"Welcome to Qunxing Biotechnology Co., Ltd., please enter your appointment number on the screen so that we can treat the patient as soon as possible."
Through the polite welcome words on the radio, Lesedi, who was slightly uneasy about the sudden change in brightness around him a second ago, calmed down and walked to the self-service call machine in the center of the hall. The long string of numbers was carefully entered into the reservation field on the screen one by one, and then he took two steps back, waiting for that heavenly voice to sound again.
Although she didn't know how this company calling itself "Stars Biotechnology" came to find her, looking at the current situation, at least this group of people was not a charlatan with no skills.
During the short wait, Lesedi prayed silently in her heart - she had had enough of the death sentences handed down to her daughter by authoritative experts. If she hadn't known that all so-called witchcraft was a lie, she might have The daughter was sent to the hands of some tribal witch doctors for treatment.
The anxious mother didn't have to wait too long. The radio quickly reported a room number on the top floor to her, and thoughtfully used lights to point her in the direction of the elevator.
Soon, Lesedi, who took the elevator to the top floor, walked through the empty corridor and stood in front of a pure white door with no visible material. After a brief hesitation, she nervously pressed the button on the door. doorbell.
"Please come in."
As the door opened automatically, the deep male voice coming from behind the door sounded very calm. This made Lesedi, who had not yet seen the doctor's true face, feel happy. She secretly thought that no matter what the origin of this star creature, even if it could only alleviate her daughter's condition, , she is willing to pay everything for it.
"Ah! You, you are not human!?"
But when she walked into the room, even though she considered herself to be a strong woman who never panicked, she still couldn't restrain the panic in her heart. After she screamed, her legs started to tremble slightly.
For no other reason than because the doctor in a white coat looking at her behind the desk was not a human at all, but a robot with a square metal head.
"Yes, as you can see, I am a medical robot affiliated to Qunxing Biotechnology Company. If you feel uncomfortable, I will call a human doctor for you."
"No, no trouble, I can accept it!"
As if he got some courage from the smart expression composed of light on the doctor's face, Lesedi quickly waved his hand to stop the robot from calling the human doctor - who knows what kind of human employees are there in this company that uses robots as doctors? What does it look like? If an even more bizarre guy comes, she can't guarantee that she won't be frightened enough to faint on the spot.
"Thank you for your understanding and trust, Ms. Dlamini." The robot doctor nodded after hearing this, then picked up the files on the table and said in a calm electronic male voice: "After the scan I just performed, you are not currently suffering from the disease. Any major disease, but being in a sub-healthy state for a long time is one of the many factors that induce the disease, so I recommend that you eat a reasonable diet, keep exercising and make sure..."
"No, it's not me who's sick, it's my daughter Juliana."
Although he knew it was rude to interrupt the doctor's speech, Lesedi, who cared about his family, slowly told Juliana's condition in a sad tone and said that she was now desperate. Because even the best doctors in the field didn't think her daughter would live past her sixteenth birthday, let alone beyond.
After listening to the mother's almost tearful complaint about the disease, the robot doctor nodded its square head with deep understanding and comforted in a low voice: "I deeply sympathize with you and little Juliana's experience, but since you have already cherished Hope you have found us, and our company will definitely use the most scientific and effective methods to treat your daughter."
After learning that the patient was sitting in the car downstairs of the company and being cared for by the bodyguards who usually protect government officials, the robot doctor immediately called two company security guards who were as "iron-bone" as him to accompany Lesedi there. Her daughter's side must protect the safety of mother and daughter until the treatment is completed.
Except for the fact that the bodyguard who was looking out in the driver's seat was almost frightened by two robots more than two meters tall and pulled out a gun and shot him, there were no other accidents during the entire escort process.
If there was one, it was Lesedi's daughter Juliana, a cute little girl with short brown-black hair who was made to laugh out loud by the cold jokes told by the machine security guard to lighten the atmosphere.
Although Juliana later said that the cold joke was actually not funny, the effect of the robot's telling was completely different from that of humans. The precise movements and smooth tone made the two robot security guards look professional and harmonious in the eyes of the little girl. The star is drawn with an equal sign.
After the patient reluctantly put down the toy bear in his hand and lay down peacefully on the cylindrical medical bed, Lesedi stroked his daughter's smooth brown hair that was gradually withering due to leukemia, and couldn't help but comfort her: "Be good, baby. Mom has hired an army of robots to treat you. If you persist, Mom will make delicious food for you tonight."
"Mom, I'm not afraid of pain. The nurses and sisters in the hospital all praise me for my bravery!"
The sensible little girl did not cry or make a fuss like many of her peers. She just lay quietly on the medical bed. Her pale face and slightly trembling body told her mother that she was actually very afraid of having blood drawn, and was also very afraid of taking blood tests. Blood more painful bone marrow puncture. But as long as her mother can stay with her, she can grit her teeth and persevere no matter how painful it is.
"Please wait aside for a moment, the treatment will begin soon."
As the voice of the robot doctor rang out, even though she was reluctant in her heart, Lesedi still let go of her daughter's little hand, stood next to the two security guards behind her who were still executing the escort order, and looked at her with encouraging eyes. Little Juliana.
The car accident a year ago could not separate their mother and daughter, and the leukemia could not easily take away her daughter's life!
Under the expectant gaze of the mother, the doctor pressed the scan button on the medical bed operating screen, and suddenly a strip of light emitting a milky white soft light gently swept across the girl's body from left to right. It only took less than a second for Juliana's overall condition to be projected on the screen for the robot doctor's reference.
"Patient name: Juliana Dlamini, detected: acute lymphoblastic leukemia."
"The treatment plan has been confirmed and atomic reorganization is underway (RE-ATOMIZING)."
Once again, the milky white light swept over the girl's young body bit by bit at a speed several times slower than during scanning. Using the atomic recombination technology that the group had only scratched the surface of, the lesions in the patient's body were quickly decomposed until they completely disappeared.
As the light gradually dimmed, Juliana's face turned rosy at a speed visible to the naked eye. The miraculous scene made Lesedi, who was standing aside and witnessed the whole process, cover her mouth in excitement - since her daughter got sick. , it had been too long since she had seen the little angel's rosy face.
"Um, Doctor MR-001, can I call you that?"
Glancing at the name tag on the robot doctor's chest, the Minister of Health, who is also considered a high-ranking official in South Africa, was as restless in front of authority as a young girl who was inexperienced in the world.
Seeing that the doctor was not disgusted with calling him that, Lesedi breathed a sigh of relief and immediately asked tentatively: "Is the treatment over? How many more times will this treatment be needed before Juliana's condition is relieved?"
After a few seconds, she failed to get an answer from the doctor and bowed slightly to the doctor, saying that she had no doubts at all. She was just really curious about such a sci-fi treatment method and asked. If it was inconvenient, she could do it. No need to answer.
Later, Lesedi, who thought the medical expenses had not been negotiated, quickly added: "Don't worry, the cost is not an issue. I have been the Minister of Health for so many years, and I still have some savings."
After hearing what the other party said, the robot doctor finally answered her previous question. But it's not so much that it's blinded by the money, it's better to say that its personality program just realized that the client didn't know that her daughter's illness had actually been cured.
As for the doctor's answer, it was also very brief, only a few sentences. But these few words instantly made the Minister of Health, who had just asked how many courses of treatment needed, be completely dumbfounded. He didn't know what to say for a moment.
"Your daughter's disease has been cured and no further treatment is needed. Because the treatment is the highest level of atomic reorganization, the cost will be higher than conventional treatment, but since you have savings, I'm relieved."
Just as she was opening her purse in a daze, with trembling hands trying to swipe her bank card to pay the bill, the doctor's next words made her almost unsteady. Thanks to the support of the machine security guard, she could barely sit on the chair and think silently. stand up.
"Expert outpatient clinic, plus medical beds and atomic recombination services, you only need to pay a total of 1.5 million US dollars, which is 25 million and 4931 rand converted to South African rand. Excuse me How do you pay for it?”
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