Summit Farmer
Chapter 1328: Madness_1

Chapter 1328: Chapter 1328: Madness_1

Gilbert Thompson and his group had just left when Director Green called.

"Peter, did you agree to a collaboration with Gilbert Thompson and his associates?"

Director Green sure was well-informed!

Peter Brown didn’t avoid the topic, replying, "Indeed, they were very sincere. A villa, an annual salary of a million dollars, a 28% split when treating patients—I take 80%, one day of treatment per week, no more than twenty patients in a day. There was no reason for me not to agree."

Director Green originally wanted to say more, but upon hearing this, he held back his words. Truthfully, nobody would refuse such conditions, especially someone like Peter Brown, who had no money.

"What about our hospital?" Director Green still asked.

"Didn’t we agree? I’ll also sit for consultations one day a week at the hospital. But let’s control the number of patients, no more than thirty."

Director Green sighed to himself, realizing he didn’t have the same foresight as Gilbert Thompson, who truly saw Peter Brown’s value. However, Peter Brown, if taken seriously, was also beneficial for his hospital, granting the quota of thirty patients. It was now important to make a good selection.

"Can you come over to sign the contract now?"

At this moment, Director Green truly began to take Peter Brown seriously.

"No problem, I’m coming right now."

The transformation from someone with nothing to someone settled had happened in just one day, and Peter Brown found he was starting to feel content more easily.

Examining his own situation, Peter Brown shook his head. He had so many resources stored in the Ruyi Furnace, but after that explosion, the Ruyi Furnace was destroyed, along with the Ring, and everything else. Now, one could say he truly had nothing. If he wanted to continue his Cultivation, he needed to collect resources anew. 100,000 yuan might be a lot for others, but for him, it was far from enough. Aside from treating patients, he figured he needed to find other ways to make money.

After signing the contract at the hospital, Director Green turned to Peter Brown and said, "Peter, the treatments for tomorrow have already been advertised. Expect quite a few people to come, possibly more than thirty. What do you think we should do?"

Peter Brown, considering it was time to build his reputation, said, "Since it’s been advertised, let’s not limit the number tomorrow. Use it as a promotion. Treat everyone who comes."

Director Green’s face lit up with a smile, "That’s great. Just let the assistants know what you need to prepare. I’ve specifically allocated an assistant team for you."

In the middle of the conversation, Director Green made a phone call.

Soon after, several young doctors from the hospital entered the room.

Peter Brown gave them a look and nodded slightly, "Good, I’ll hold a meeting to arrange the Task. If it’s been advertised, tomorrow’s going to be busy. These few might not be enough."

"Exactly, I’ll be ready to provide additional help at any time."

This time, Director Green was determined to understand the extent of Peter Brown’s medical skills, even planning to notify the most difficult patients in the hospital to seek treatment from Peter, hoping for a significant boost to the hospital’s reputation if treatments went well.

After arranging what everyone needed to do, Peter Brown left.

Early the next morning, Peter Brown arrived at the hospital, shocked by the number of waiting people—it was so overwhelming, it gave him a headache.

Upon entering the office, Peter Brown saw all members of the assistant team had arrived, equally stunned and without the expectation of such a turnout.

"What’s going on here?" Peter Brown asked, puzzled.

"Doctor Wang, the news about you curing four cancer patients has spread. Most of those who have come today are also cancer patients, many with terminal illnesses. What should we do?"

At that moment, Director Green also rushed in, sweating.

Seeing Peter Brown, Director Green said with a rueful smile, "Didn’t expect the news to spread so wildly. It’s rumored you can cure any terminal illness, and many people even traveled from other provinces. How should we handle this?"

Peter Brown understood that if things went poorly today, the hospital’s reputation would be ruined.

Director Green huffed, "Someone must be stirring trouble behind the scenes!"

After thinking for a moment, Peter Brown said, "First, I need to prepare some medicine."

He then headed towards the pharmacy.

Once in the Traditional Medicine Pharmacy, Peter Brown began selecting medicinal herbs. Today, he intended to prepare a Healing Injury Pill and a Rejuvenation Pill. Although they weren’t refined Elixirs, using primitive Pot Stoves, he could still concoct some medicine pills with an efficacy of about half.

Directing the pharmacy staff, Peter Brown began his unique Refining method, producing many bottles of various medicine pills.

Having done this, Peter Brown finally felt a bit more confident.

When Peter Brown returned to the office, Director Green was still there, seemingly at a loss, "Peter, there are too many people. What should we do?"

"How do you usually charge?"

"How could we dare to charge randomly? We’re waiting for you to set the prices."

"Charge at least 100,000 yuan for terminal illnesses, at least 50,000 for common ones. Those who want treatment can line up and pay—let’s have a 73% split, with 70% for me."

Peter Brown was not going to talk about medical ethics now. Treating every illness cheaply would only wear him out.

Director Green nodded firmly, "That will exclude a bunch of people. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be able to shut the doors."

Watching Director Green make arrangements, Peter Brown said, "Find a larger space for the treatments, and guide those who have paid to me."

Everyone knew that this was the only way to go about it, so they arranged for Peter Brown to move to a substantial location.

After changing clothes, Peter Brown, holding the silver needle, sat down in the area.

Indeed, many had come on hearing that terminal diseases could be treated, but upon learning of the hefty fees, a number of people immediately turned back.

Of course, some families were wealthy; they didn’t flinch at the cost, and quite a few paid up.

As one patient after another was wheeled in, Peter Brown could see that these people were truly in desperate straits, perhaps seeking treatment as a last resort, just to do due diligence.

Treat them!

Peter Brown stood up and walked towards the waiting nurses.

"Strip them out of their clothes, and I’ll administer the needles," he instructed.

After the command, the nurses operated skillfully.

Of course, they were more professional about it, conducting various sterilization procedures.

Although Peter Brown felt it wasn’t necessary, he didn’t stop them. Once they prepared a patient, Peter Brown approached and began a flurry of needling, simultaneously feeding them a prepared medicine pill.

Meanwhile, he had the pharmacy staff start brewing medicine.