The Fury of Global Richest Man Mabus

Eagle Country, Mayo Clinic.

A jet helicopter slowly descended onto the roof of the hospital building.

A middle-aged man in his forties stepped down the gangway. He had a long face, a hawkish nose, and sinister eyes, his face shrouded in a chill.

A smiling doctor stood on the helipad and warmly extended his hand.

"Honorable Mr. Mabus, it's been a long time. Please, come with me."

Mabus's face was grim, and he looked deeply displeased. Even his tone was exceptionally rude.

"Dr. James, you said there's a cyst on my pancreas? Why wasn't it discovered earlier?"

"Are the tens of millions of dollars I spend at Mayo every year still not enough to satisfy you? Is this the result of the thorough physical examinations you give me? Is this why you brush me off every year???"

He roared loudly, spraying saliva across Dr. James's white coat.

Dr. James seemed very familiar with the temper of this VVVVIP client. He showed no anger whatsoever, merely smiling as he did his best to soothe him.

After all, Mabus was the uncrowned king of the internet, the godfather of the IT industry, the god of high technology, and the richest man in the world.

In Eagle Country, no one dared offend him. Otherwise, they would inevitably suffer the fate of the Great Banishing Technique—dying without a burial place, their corpse pinned to the ground by netizens and viciously beaten ten thousand times before being kicked into the abyss.

Mabus had always had a bad temper. Though he presented himself to the public as approachable and kind, that was merely a facade maintained for his public image. Dr. James had seen his true face in private.

He respectfully ushered Mabus into the hospital's most luxurious ward. Along the way, his deference finally allowed Mabus to vent his anger, and his temper softened somewhat.

"All right. Since you called me here, I trust you already have a treatment plan. Speak. My patience is very limited."

Mabus sat on the sofa and spoke coldly.

Dr. James smiled. "That's right. We recommend that you undergo surgical removal as soon as possible. With early surgery, the prognosis is still very promising. You can rest assured about Mayo's surgeons..."

"Bullshit!" Mabus kicked the coffee table, and his anger immediately flared up again.

"You really are a bunch of useless idiots. You're no help at all. Without exception, every time, all you know is how to operate on patients."

Dr. James's expression stiffened. He persuaded him as tactfully as possible, "For the sake of your health, you should still have the surgery as early as possible."

Mabus took a thick journal from his assistant and violently flung it at Dr. James. He sneered, "Mayo is nothing special either. Keep indulging in your dream of being the world's number one hospital and never wake up."

Dr. James caught the journal and found that it was an issue of The Lancet Oncology. Confused, he asked, "Mr. Mabus, what do you mean by this?"

Mabus sat back down on the sofa, crossed one leg over the other, and said mockingly, "There's a research report on page fifteen. In the distant East, a pharmaceutical company called Sanqing has developed a broad-spectrum anticancer drug with no side effects."

"I called Bill at Harvard. You know he's always paid close attention to pharmaceutical companies, and he gave me some major news. This anticancer drug from Sanqing is real, and Pfizer Inc. is its authorized distributor in the United States."

"And there's more recent news from my old Stanford alumnus, Dr. Qi, winner of the Nobel Prize in Physics. He used to be a tenured professor at Stanford. He also had pancreatic cancer, but after taking this drug in China, he was completely cured."

"Ah... th-this is impossible!" Dr. James was utterly shocked, unable to believe anything he had heard.

How could a miraculous drug from the East possibly cure pancreatic cancer, the king of all cancers?

He hurriedly flipped to page fifteen of the journal in his hands and examined it closely. The more he read, the more unbelievable it seemed, and he muttered to himself.

"Oh, heavens, my God... th-this can't be real!"

"If it is, then it can only be called a miracle of God!"

"Heh heh!" Mabus sneered, then suddenly erupted with a lion-like roar.

"A bunch of useless idiots! What use are any of you to me?"

"You pigs, don't you know I'm a devout Buddhist? I refuse to lie on an operating table and let you cut me open!"

"Hurry up and find this miraculous drug from the East. Create the best possible treatment plan for me."

Dr. James had recovered from his shock. Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, he said, "Mr. Mabus, please calm down. We will certainly respect your beliefs and do our best to treat you with medication."

He keenly seized upon an important piece of information from Mabus's words. "I'll call Pfizer's pharmaceutical representative right away and have him immediately provide our hospital with this anticancer drug, so we can tailor the most precise treatment plan for you."

Only then did Mabus nod in satisfaction as he watched Dr. James, drenched in sweat, call Pfizer's pharmaceutical representative.

"What!" Dr. James suddenly leaped to his feet and cried out, "You're saying there's no medicine? Are you joking? Didn't you obtain the patent license?"

"What? The FDA rejected your clinical trial application? And after you reapplied, they've kept delaying without giving any response?"

He looked at Mabus in disbelief. "Mr. Mabus, this is terrible news. I heard that Josen, the head of the FDA, has repeatedly refused Pfizer's clinical trial applications, preventing this drug from entering the Eagle Country market."

Mabus immediately flew into a rage. "What the hell is that son of a bitch Josen trying to do? Does he want me dead?"

Dr. James's eyes shifted as he pondered. "There must be more to this. I'll call Andre, Pfizer's vice president. He was in charge of this licensing contract. Let's see if he has any solution."

The call connected quickly, and Andre's hearty laughter came through. "My dear James, it's been a long time. I've returned from the East, and I can't wait to invite you to dinner."

James had no time for pleasantries and directly asked about the anticancer drug.

Andre spoke in a deeply worried tone. "My friend, I never expected that you at Mayo had also heard this news. Unfortunately, because this anticancer drug's therapeutic results are simply too outstanding, it has aroused Merck's great vigilance. You know, their Keytruda is this drug's biggest competitor, so they've used every possible means behind the scenes to suppress it."

"You know, Josen at the FDA is Congressman Brown's friend, while Merck is one of Congressman Brown's primary sponsors. We are also contacting another congressman to lobby him, but it will take time..."

Mabus listened silently from the side, his face as dark as water, without uttering a word.

Before long, the call ended.

Mabus narrowed his eyes, and the icy malice in his gaze made people shudder.

"Forget Merck. Josen, is it? If this matter isn't resolved, I'll make you lose everything."

He extended a hand and lightly brushed away nonexistent dust from his lapel.

"You disgusting little maggot. The sewers of DC are where you belong."