Return to Africa to become a tycoon

Chapter 21 The Martial World is Not Just About Fighting and Killing

A 20% mortality rate!

This is why he wanted to conduct "scientific research" upstairs.

In 21st-century terms, such a high mortality rate is no longer considered treatment; it's practically murder.

Having already been to prison once, there is absolutely no way I would go a second time.

Despite the high mortality rate, Federico seemed unconcerned, and Alessandro also appeared very calm, as if it were commonplace.

Despite being shocked, now was clearly not the time to dwell on this issue, and Liu Yide turned his gaze to Alessandro.

"You heard me, the risks of this treatment are very high."

Alessandro remained calm and composed.

"Yes, sir, the risk is indeed very high. That's precisely why he wants you to treat him—after all, it's well known that you had a zero mortality rate when treating those sailors before!"

Mortality rate—0!

Mortality rate—20%!

The stark contrast between these two figures speaks for itself; even a fool could see the vast difference.

Liu Yide's lips twitched almost imperceptibly, and he smiled bitterly to himself: Can I say that the so-called zero mortality rate is just good luck?

Seemingly sensing his hesitation, Alessandro's tone became increasingly serious, deliberately emphasizing:

"Sir, Mr. Kearney, who needs treatment, is one of the mayor's most trusted men."

He looked at Liu Yide and emphasized the word "trust"—he believed that Liu Yide must understand how much unexpected help and convenience treating such a person could bring.

This is why he took the initiative to come to him – Mr. Kearney personally found him.

The secretary of the mayor, a man of great stature, sought out this insignificant pre-trial judge.

In the past, this was unimaginable.

But now, Alessandro believes this is just the beginning.

After all, people in the upper class have a more elaborate way of doing things compared to ordinary people.

With Kearney on board, even more big shots will come knocking!

Federico, standing nearby, suddenly frowned, his tone tinged with worry, and quickly added:

"Judge, you only see his identity, but have you considered what the consequences would be if he became one of the unfortunate 20%?"

Alessandro froze, his composure vanishing instantly, replaced by a look of astonishment and panic in his eyes.

Clearly, Liu Yide's "zero mortality rate" and the arrogance of the important person seeking his help had momentarily clouded his judgment, causing him to completely overlook the consequences of treatment failure. His expression immediately became somewhat awkward, and he was momentarily at a loss for how to respond.

Liu Yide ignored their argument and silently weighed the options in his mind.

Some guests come knocking on your door that you can't refuse, at least not right now. Just as Alessandro hinted—that mayor's secretary is indeed very useful.

Federico, this washed-up aristocrat, may not care about the mayor's secretary, but others cannot.

After a moment's consideration, Liu Yide turned to Federico and asked:

"Doctor, have the lab reports for the patients we've recently treated been completed? I'd like to see them."

Despite his doubts, Federico immediately went downstairs to retrieve the report.

After he went downstairs, Alessandro looked at Liu Yide and said with a hint of apology:

"Sir, I hope you can understand—some people come to me, and I can't refuse them."

Liu Yide nodded and smiled:

"I know."

Everything in the world boils down to human relationships. These relationships aren't unique to China; they exist in other countries as well.

The reason Liu Yide sent Federmiero to retrieve the lab report was ultimately because he understood that some people are simply irresistible.

If I had to pinpoint the biggest lesson I learned from my years of sales experience after graduation, it would be this: always cherish the relationships between people.

And, social interaction is all about human relationships!

"Tell me about this Mr. Kearney first."

A moment later, Federico came over with a neatly bound stack of reports. Liu Yide took them and quickly began to read them.

He quickly selected all the death cases and laid them out on the table. His gaze slowly swept over each report, his expression growing increasingly solemn.

Gradually, a clear pattern emerged: almost all the deceased were elderly patients, and most of them had fallen into shock before their deaths.

Liu Yide frowned slightly, his mind racing as he pondered the principle of the fever therapy: the high fever caused by malaria usually lasts above 40°C. Such a high temperature can indeed effectively kill the heat-sensitive Treponema pallidum, which is the key to the effectiveness of this therapy.

On the other hand, thanks to popular science education during this special period, he clearly knows that extremely high temperatures of 39°C or even 42°C are extremely harmful to the human body—high temperatures can cause a sharp drop in blood pressure, which can lead to shock, and prolonged high temperatures can also lead to multiple organ failure, ultimately taking away life.

This is precisely the most terrifying aspect of fever—if it cannot be brought down, it can truly be fatal.

This is, of course, the reason why Liu Yide developed aspirin – it is not only a "panacea" that can treat a variety of diseases, but it can also reduce fever.

It can be used in the treatment of syphilis, and it has made a name for itself by treating syphilis.

It doesn't necessarily have to be truly useful, but it must be miraculous. As for whether it's effective or not—the patient survives because of it, and if they die... well, medicine heals those who are destined to be healed!

The terrifying aspect of malaria treatment lies in the fact that the syphilis patients receiving it are already severely weakened by the disease, with their immune systems significantly compromised. A body already riddled with problems simply cannot withstand the double impact of another highly contagious disease—malaria—and the risk of death naturally increases dramatically.

Although Liu Yide is not a doctor, as a science student, rigorous analytical skills are the most basic quality. In addition, he stands on the shoulders of giants who are more than 100 years ahead of their time and has medical knowledge far beyond that of this era.

After a brief review, Liu Yide immediately understood why his treatment had such a low mortality rate.

The sailors he treated before were all strong and healthy, mostly young and vigorous with excellent physical condition; even Conrad, who looked old, was actually only in his early fifties, but years of exposure to the wind and sun made him look older, but his constitution was still strong enough to withstand the impact of high fever.

Liu Yide looked down at the medical records on the table, his expression focused and solemn.

Alessandro and Federico, standing to the side, looked at each other blankly, completely unaware of what he was doing or what crucial information was hidden in those densely packed medical reports.

After a moment, Liu Yide finally sorted out all his thoughts, slowly raised himself up, turned his gaze to Alessandro, and asked in a calm tone:

"Alessandro, you should know—I rarely treat patients myself anymore."

Previously, through his conversation with Alessandro, he had basically figured out the situation of the secretary from Kearney—his age, his physical condition, and that the guy should be able to pull through.

Alessandro immediately understood and quickly said:

"Sir, Mr. Kearney is very generous; he is willing to pay a high price."

"Vulgar."

Liu Yide began by saying:

"Doctors have the heart of parents; let him come over."

These people are always using this to test their cadres!

Who can withstand the test!

Well, in the early stages of initial capital accumulation, he didn't have the luxury of being picky.

Yes, helping some people occasionally can be considered doing good deeds.

There was nothing he could do; Mr. Liu was just too kind-hearted!

……

With the first Kearney, there were many more Kearneys.

The martial arts world is not just about fighting and killing; it's about human relationships and social interactions.

Whether it's a count's nephew, a marquis's mistress, a mayor's confidant, or a powerful figure's moneybag, they can always find a way in with Alessandro.

The line outside the clinic is getting longer and longer.

But the wards are getting fuller and fuller.

Federico's discontent grew stronger as the clinic's mortality rate plummeted!

After all, the patients were carefully selected.

Federico has complained to Liu Yide about this several times.

However, he did not intervene, not because he understood human relationships.

It's because VIP patients are so generous that they always awaken one's blood and get one's blood pumping!

In the evening, Alessandro made a special trip to the clinic after leaving his office.

In the past few days, he has been coming to the clinic every day.

He came here on business; a week ago, Alessandro brought in a special patient.

Lorenzo Palavicini—the Marquis's only son—was a connection he had actively cultivated just last week. He had lured him here by using the title of "Merciful Louis."

That's right, it was just to coax me.

After all, fever therapy is something that everyone is just starting to try.

How could the powerful and wealthy possibly use themselves as guinea pigs?

Therefore, those who came were all earls' nephews, marquises' mistresses, mayors' confidants, and the wallets of the powerful and wealthy.

Just like Mayor's Secretary Kearney.

These people are neither big shots nor small fry.

They can offer him some help, but that's about it.

But Lorenzo was different; he was the Marquis's only son.

Moreover, unlike Federico, who held a title of nobility, Federico was a legitimate nobleman granted by the Kingdom of Italy.

As long as he serves this man well, this will be his stepping stone into high society.

If it weren't for the fact that the kid was young and easy to fool.

They wouldn't take that kind of risk to come here.

"Lorenzo, my friend, how are you recovering...?"

The sound of someone entering the room could be heard even before the person was inside.

But then Alexander's words abruptly stopped.

He saw Lorenzo lying on the bed, his face flushed, like a lobster on a plate, lying motionless, with two wet towels on his forehead and chest.

"Oh My God!"

Alessandro's heart skipped a beat, and he turned to find Federico.

"Baron, Lorenzo... what happened to him?"

Federico, busy at work, didn't even look up before saying:

"What else can we do? The situation is getting worse. Although we've given him quinine, his fever won't come down. You've seen it yourself, we've used water, ice, alcohol, everything we can."

Alessandro said, his eyes wide.

"How...how could this happen?"

"How could this happen?"

Federico put down his pen, looked at him, and spoke with sarcasm.

"My esteemed judge, how many times have I told you that fever treatment is risky. Not everyone can withstand it. When you brought him here, I reminded you, and you said, 'Mr. Lorenzo is young and strong, he'll be fine.'"

And now? He's just lying motionless in his hospital room. Gratitude might not be received, but perhaps we could consider helping him collect his body.

Alessandro did not respond to the sarcasm, but instead asked somewhat nervously.

"What will happen next? Can he...can he pull through?"

"His temperature is 41.6 degrees Celsius. Whether he can pull through depends on his luck, but if the high fever persists for so long without coming down, he could very well die..."

Federico's answer was very direct, and when he looked at Alessandro, he showed no sympathy, after all, he had already warned the guy.

Upon hearing his reply, Alessandro slumped into his chair, only one thought in his mind: It's over. If he dies here, the Marquis will skin him alive.

Why would he go and curry favor with these ancestors?

Why can't you control your mouth that's always trying to improve itself?

He quickly looked at Federico and asked:

"Federer, so, you have no other choice?"

Seeing Alessandro's ever-changing expression, Federico shook his head.

"No, I've tried everything I could."

The Baron's helpless expression filled Alessandro with despair.

A person suddenly flashed through my mind:

"Where is the gentleman?"

"The gentleman is upstairs..."

Before he could finish speaking, Alessandro turned and rushed out.

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