In the office.
After Boss Qin put down his phone, he was also wearing a look of surprise.
Could the medicinal dishes Boss Qin had made with soft-shelled turtles and large yellow croakers treat Academician Li's stomach cancer?
It seemed hard to believe.
If these two things really had that effect, would stomach cancer still be incurable?
A moment later, an email arrived from Duanmu Ruiyang with Academician Li's test results from two examinations.
Minister Lu couldn't make sense of the medical data, so he called in a professor who specialized in medical research. "Professor Gu, take a look at these two reports for Academician Li."
Professor Gu had been responsible for developing the medications used in Academician Li's conservative treatment, so he was the best person to speak about Academician Li's condition.
After looking over the test results, Professor Gu said in delight, "Academician Li's condition has improved somewhat. Is this the effect of my medicine? No, my medicine couldn't have had this much effect!"
Clearly, he knew his own medicine well. At most, it could slow the worsening of the test results. He wouldn't have the nerve to claim that the improvement in Academician Li's condition had anything to do with his medicine.
Minister Lu explained, "Academician Li has been eating medicinal dishes made with soft-shelled turtles and large yellow croakers. These soft-shelled turtles and large yellow croakers are effective against cancer."
Professor Gu hurriedly shook his head at that. "That can't be. There are widespread claims that soft-shelled turtles and large yellow croakers are effective against cancer, but we've tested them in experiments, more than once, and they had no effect at all."
"Those rumors online are probably just merchants deliberately promoting hearsay based on records of ancient traditional Chinese medicine formulas, driving up prices and deceiving