The Truth Revealed, Accelerating the Listing

Eagle Country, Angel City.

Li Senqiang led his elderly parents off the plane. After a twelve-hour journey, all three of them were exhausted.

He had brought his father, who had advanced lung cancer, to Eagle Country for treatment. Three years ago, during a routine physical examination, Father Li had been diagnosed with Stage IV lung squamous cell carcinoma—late-stage lung cancer.

Over the past three years, Li Senqiang and his family had taken his father on a long and arduous search for medical treatment.

At first, they sought treatment at major hospitals in China. After a lengthy course of chemotherapy, Father Li's cancer had not continued to worsen. That was already a decent result, but watching his father be tortured until he seemed like a different person—emaciated beyond recognition—and develop drug resistance as well, Li Senqiang could not help but consider seeking treatment abroad.

After asking around extensively, he finally learned that the Anderson Cancer Center in Eagle Country was renowned worldwide. There were also many new drugs available there that had not yet been approved in China, while technologies such as proton radiation therapy were highly developed.

His family's financial circumstances were fairly good, and in order to free his father from the pain of illness as soon as possible, he made up his mind to seek treatment abroad.

And when it came to receiving treatment abroad, medical agencies were impossible to avoid.

For ordinary people hoping to seek medical care overseas, having no relatives or connections abroad meant they had no idea where to begin. Even if they could find some relevant information online, it could only serve as a reference. Thus, specialized agencies had emerged to help Chinese citizens seek treatment abroad, earning service fees in the process.

It had become an entire industry, with providers of wildly varying quality and countless pitfalls. One careless step, and it was easy to be scammed.

Because overseas hospitals were highly complicated, domestic agencies took advantage of the information gap to advertise and mislead patients, making them believe that only by working with the agency could everything go smoothly at the hospital.

After visiting several agencies, Li Senqiang chose one of them. Since he would be bringing his elderly parents along, he purchased an all-inclusive package covering round-trip airfare, accommodations, translation, services, and local transportation. It cost roughly 120,000 yuan per month.

This agency seemed fairly reliable. Not only did it have branches in China, but it also had an office and dedicated service staff in Eagle Country.

Thus, filled with hope, Li Senqiang arrived in Eagle Country with his parents.

As they walked out of the terminal, an enthusiastic, easygoing middle-aged Chinese man came up to greet them.

"Hello, I'm an employee of H Agency Company. You must be exhausted. I'll take you to your accommodations right away."

Following the agent, Li Senqiang drove to an apartment near the Anderson Cancer Center and settled in.

It was a spacious two-bedroom apartment with a living room. From the windows, they could see the Anderson Cancer Center building in the distance. That sight put Li Senqiang and his parents at ease, and they were filled with anticipation for the consultation and treatment ahead.

After a brief rest, the agent thoughtfully took them to a nearby supermarket to buy food. That way, they could cook in the apartment, and the patient could eat meals from home to stay in good condition and avoid any discomfort from unfamiliar food.

The consultation was arranged for the very next day. In the meantime, the agency also provided a phone card so Li Senqiang could call his wife and children back home. These thoughtful arrangements quickly helped the family recover some of their energy.

On the day of the consultation, Li Senqiang and his parents arrived early at the Thoracic Oncology Center on the ninth floor of the Anderson Cancer Center's main building.

After waiting for a long time, a bearded doctor in a white coat finally arrived. Without even an apology, he expressionlessly made his demand. "You need to undergo genetic testing first."

Raising his voice, the doctor added pointedly, "Anderson cannot make a judgment based on examination results from Chinese hospitals. If errors in medication occur because of those test results, we will not be responsible. I trust you can understand."

Hearing the faint contempt in the man's tone, Li Senqiang felt an inexplicable surge of anger.

His father had already spent nearly an hour freezing in the air conditioning, which had made him uncomfortable enough. Now the other party was acting so high and mighty. In short, he was extremely displeased.

This genetic mutation test was intended to determine medication options—to see whether the patient was suitable for various targeted drugs. The more effective drugs currently available were not suitable for everyone, and the treatment plan had to be determined based on the genetic testing results.

He forcibly suppressed his dissatisfaction and, at the doctor's request and with the translator's explanations, underwent a full set of examinations, including an MRI and PET scan. The results would not be available for another week.

After that, the doctor required them to undergo several additional tests, whose results would take half a month. Together with the other examinations they had already done, the whole process would take twenty days.

Li Senqiang felt stifled with frustration, but he endured it. Then, after seeing the bill, he understood the reason.

The bill included eight expensive examinations. The MRI and imaging scan (PET) alone cost as much as six thousand dollars each time. Together with fees for three doctor consultations and examinations, the total came to nearly fifty thousand dollars.

No wonder the hospital had demanded so many tests. It turned out to be such a grand way to rake in money. As Li Senqiang stared at the bill, the veins on his forehead throbbed, and regret began to creep into his heart.

His father had not even begun treatment yet, but they had already spent fifty thousand dollars on tests and consultations alone.

Adding the agency fee of more than a hundred thousand yuan, seeking treatment abroad was truly expensive. The cost of a single trip was not something ordinary people could afford.

Li Senqiang had now experienced firsthand just how expensive medical care was in the so-called beacon nation of capitalism.

Once all the test results were available, he met with the doctor again. This time, he anxiously asked about the treatment plan.

After reviewing the results, the bearded doctor's expression turned grim.

"Based on the patient's test results, proton radiation therapy is unlikely to produce any significant effect. As for the targeted drugs commonly used at present, the patient has developed resistance to most of them as well. I'm afraid we'll need to consider some new medications."

Li Senqiang's heart sank, and a feeling of despair immediately welled up inside him.

He could not help asking desperately, "Then are there any suitable new drugs?"

At last, a hint of a smile appeared on the doctor's face. "Pfizer recently launched an anticancer drug with excellent results. Roughly one month of treatment can cure the disease, but it's extremely expensive—far more expensive than conventional proton therapy and targeted drugs."

Li Senqiang froze. "Just how expensive is extremely expensive?"

A trace of contempt flashed through the doctor's eyes. Spreading his hands, he said, "One course of proton radiation therapy costs about 180,000 dollars. With other expenses included, it comes to around 200,000 dollars. This Pfizer anticancer drug costs four times as much as conventional treatments, but it can achieve a complete cure and has very few side effects. Overall, it's still highly worthwhile for the patient."

Li Senqiang asked cautiously, "Could we have some detailed information? We'd like to review more references before making a decision."

The doctor quickly took out a thin promotional booklet and handed it to him.

Li Senqiang carefully flipped through it while the agent explained and translated beside him. But after only a few pages, he suddenly saw several words that felt vaguely familiar.

"Sanqing—what kind of word is that? It doesn't seem very common. It even looks a little like pinyin."

Pointing at the word, he asked, "Is this a medical term? What does it mean?"

The doctor glanced at it, thought for a moment, then suddenly remembered. "Oh, right. This seems to be the name of the authorized manufacturer for this anticancer drug. I heard it's an Eastern pharmaceutical company."

Li Senqiang was shaken to the core. He keenly sensed that something was off. An anticancer drug from an Eastern pharmaceutical company was actually being recommended by doctors here, and at such an exorbitant price. Was there some secret behind this?

He had to go back and investigate it carefully. He could not make a decision lightly.

So he frankly said that he needed some time to think it over, then left with the agent.

Just as he walked out of the hospital entrance, a bald, greasy-faced middle-aged man approached him with an enthusiastic greeting.

"Senqiang, here with your father again? What did the doctor say?"

Over this period, as he had come and gone from the Anderson Cancer Center, he had gotten to know some overseas Chinese from Eagle Country who were also seeking treatment there.

This was a new friend who had immigrated several years ago, named He Shan. He was always eagerly showing off all the benefits of coming to Eagle Country—one-dollar fried chicken, free food vouchers, sweet air of freedom, advanced and democratic culture, and so on. It always made Li Senqiang uncomfortable.

But he was in no mood for small talk. Shaking his head, he said despondently, "The doctor said the targeted drug has developed resistance, so we need to try some other new medication."

He Shan looked concerned. "Did the doctor recommend anything? Eagle Country's pharmaceutical companies are among the best in the world. There should be plenty of new drugs to choose from, right?"

Li Senqiang looked confused. "Well, no. The doctor recommended a Pfizer drug, but it was developed and licensed by a company in China."

He Shan looked utterly incredulous and laughed. "Haha, you're joking, right? Does China even have any top-tier pharmaceutical companies? Impossible. If it were a new drug from a domestic company, would you have come all the way to Eagle Country for treatment?"

Li Senqiang pressed his lips together and said nothing. The man's words and actions always revealed his contempt for China, just like the doctors and staff here. It made him feel deeply uncomfortable.

He Shan seemed to notice his displeasure and quickly changed the subject. They soon said goodbye.

The moment Li Senqiang returned to his apartment, he eagerly opened his computer and searched for the word Sanqing online.

Besides work, he had been constantly running around for his father's treatment, so he rarely went online and was not well informed about news from back home.

So when he saw the overwhelming flood of news about the Sanqing Anti-Cancer Drug, he froze.

After a long while, his hands resting on the keyboard began to tremble. Overcome with excitement, he cried out, "Dad, Mom, let's go back home for treatment! Your illness can be cured!"

Before his parents could react, he had already rushed into his father's bedroom with the computer in his arms.

A burst of excited cheers immediately came from inside.

Li Senqiang returned to China the very next day. Before leaving, he sent information about the Sanqing Anti-Cancer Drug to He Shan and several overseas Chinese friends he had met there. Though he did not state it outright, his implication was clear: he was recommending that fellow patients choose the Sanqing Anti-Cancer Drug, because that was the only way they could be completely cured.

Whether they believed him or not, he believed it.

The moment he arrived in China, he headed straight for Kun City First People's Hospital. Unfortunately, the hospital rejected his application for the clinical trial.

He could not help getting angry. "Why? I came all the way here from abroad specifically for the Sanqing Anti-Cancer Drug. If I'd known this would happen, I might as well have used it abroad."

The hospital staff member seemed long accustomed to this reaction and explained kindly, "Mr. Li, you've misunderstood. We rejected your application because this anti-cancer drug has already been approved for sale. Very soon, you'll be able to use it at any Grade A Tertiary Hospital."

"And I suggest that you wait a few days, because this anti-cancer drug has already been included in the centralized medical insurance procurement list. The medical insurance procurement team is currently negotiating with the manufacturer, hoping to have it covered by medical insurance. That way, you'll be able to get reimbursed through your insurance and save a great deal of money."

Li Senqiang was instantly dumbfounded. Something this good actually existed?

The miracle anti-cancer drug that the Anderson Cancer Center in Eagle Country sold for nearly a million dollars had not only been launched domestically, but could even be reimbursed through medical insurance?

This was simply the best news he had ever heard.

The numbness and sorrow in his heart were swept away in an instant, replaced by wild joy.

"Okay, okay. I'll go home and wait for the news right away. Thank you so much."

The staff member smiled sweetly. "It's what we should do. You don't need to thank me—you should thank Sanqing."

"Yes, yes, thank Sanqing." Li Senqiang was so excited that he could barely speak coherently.

He immediately took his exhausted parents home, reunited with family he had not seen in a long time, and then spent every day refreshing the news as he waited for word that the Sanqing Anti-Cancer Drug had been added to medical insurance coverage.

Before long, he saw a Langbo post by a so-called overseas Chinese tearfully accusing the Sanqing Anti-Cancer Drug of being outrageously expensive and exploiting overseas Chinese in Eagle Country.

As he looked at the various images being reposted, they seemed vaguely familiar. He quickly clicked into the original poster's profile.

There, he immediately saw that familiar bald, greasy man in the profile picture.

He was instantly enraged.

"He Shan, you liar! You dare slander Sanqing? If I don't expose your true face, I'm not human!"

He seized the keyboard and furiously began typing, recounting his treatment experience at the Anderson Cancer Center in detail and attaching his bills and medical records.

He directly @'d the other party. "He Shan, you filthy liar who spits blood at others! How dare you slander Sanqing?"

"Do you know how expensive cancer treatment is in Eagle Country? Standard chemotherapy starts at two hundred thousand dollars at the drop of a hat. It might not even cure you, leaves you with a body full of side effects, and makes it impossible to live normally. After two years, resistance develops anyway, and the five-year survival rate is terrifyingly low. You spend all that money and still lose your life in the end."

"When I left, weren't you still looking down on the Sanqing Anti-Cancer Drug? So why are you using it so soon?"

"The Sanqing Anti-Cancer Drug saved your life, no matter how you look at it. Your overall expenses weren't even much higher than taking other drugs. Are you unhappy because you paid for a domestic drug, so you came online to smear it?"

"What, do domestic drugs have to be given to you for free? But you're willing to spend money on Eagle Country drugs?"

"Do you think I don't know your background? You're just a China-hating fanatic. You finally sold your house in Sea City and immigrated to Eagle Country, only for one bout of cancer to drain all your savings. You must hate Sanqing to death, huh?"

"If I told you that the Sanqing Anti-Cancer Drug has not only been launched domestically but can also be reimbursed through medical insurance, would that make you furious?"

"Heh heh, come smear me if you've got the guts. Who's afraid of whom? I've disliked you for a long time."

As soon as these remarks came out, He Shan's real name was exposed, and his entire background was dug up in an instant.

Netizens discovered that he was actually a notorious China-hating fanatic, and the internet immediately exploded.

He Shan was soon flamed into deleting his Langbo account. Not long after, Langbo directly banned him for spreading false information.

And at that moment, Wei Kang finally responded.

He directly @'d Li Senqiang and announced major news.

"Good news: Sanqing has passed approval and will be launched very soon."

I suddenly realized that if I write until 1 a.m., I can still update 4,000 words daily. I'm tearing up!