Chapter 469.1 - I Don’t Have a Medical License Here (Part One)

Chapter 469: I Don’t Have a Medical License Here (Part One)

On 76th Street, Jerry was traveling in a seven-seat SUV. There were still all kinds of tubes and needles on him that had directly been carried with him into the car.
It was going very slowly on 76th Street, because no matter where they looked, they didn’t see any decent-looking hospitals.

Senator, I told you we were pranked! There’s no hospital here at all…
Linda frowned and said to Jerry.

Look around more, look again.
Senator Jerry couldn’t see clearly with his eyes, but he could still think straight.
The car drove around and around and still didn’t find any big hospitals.
Jerry said,
Don’t just look for big hospitals, look to see if there’s any community clinics or medical labs.

Linda bitterly smiled.
Your illness is cancer, this isn’t just a cold or something minor.



Just keep on looking.
Jerry sighed.
Then, the driver with sharp eyes spotted a very old yard with a signboard hanging outside.
If it wasn’t for the headlights of the car illuminating it, they really wouldn’t have been able to see the board clearly.


Koman’s Laboratory?
the driver read the sign.
Is this the one?

Jerry immediately opened his eyes.
Check and see if there’s anyone in there.

Linda nodded. She got off of the car, pushed open the gate, and went into the yard. Entering the small building, he saw the basement that the stairway led to had very dim light on. After she came back out, she said to Senator Jerry,
Let’s go, this is obviously a very poorly-run lab. They don’t even have the money and had to set up the lab in a basement!


Get off the car!
At this moment, Senator Jerry suddenly said to the driver,
I’m getting off the car, carry me in and ask.

Linda frowned.
No, with your current condition, you can’t pull out of the tubes and needles right now at all! You are already at your weakest point, do you want to die here? If the media finds out about you actually coming to a ghetto place like this to seek treatment, do you know what kind of sh-t they will write?


Senator Jerry didn’t listen to her at all, as he already began pulling out the tubes and needles on his body.
He said weakly with a pale face,
I already did it, it’s too late.


The other medical assistants had no choice, and they could only take out a form and say,
Senator, if you insist on doing this, then please sign here to make sure that this has nothing to do with us. Sorry, this is for the reputation of our medical team.


Sign it for me,
Senator Jerry said.
Then, Linda, the driver, and the bodyguard helped Senator Jerry slowly walk into the yard.
Inside the dilapidated yard, only the basement lights were still on.
The group of people approached the door and shouted,
Is there anyone here?

At this time, Xu Cheng opened the basement window and popped his head out. Upon seeing Senator Jerry, he slightly smiled.
Can I help you?



Can someone treat illness here?

Xu Cheng asked,
What illness?



Cancer.
Jerry weakly added,
Stage 4.


I can treat it.
Xu Cheng faintly said,
But I don’t have a medical license, and to put it simply, this place isn’t proper at all. Do you still want to try it?

Jerry directly coughed up blood. He bent down and nodded.
I’m running out of time…

Xu Cheng:
How much money do you have?

Linda:
How much do you want?

Xu Cheng faintly smiled.
How much do you think you are worth?


Jerry:
Sir, if you can actually cure me, you can ask me to do anything.


My place is pretty simple here, and except for the patient, no one else needs to come in. Also, the rest of you can go back now. You can just all come back in two days to get the surgery report, whether he’s alive or dead. If you can accept that, then carry the patient in. If you can’t, just leave the way you came,
Xu Cheng said and then closed the window and opened the door.
Linda looked at Jerry and asked,
Senator, what’s your decision?