Urban Super Medical Saint

"But dear Johnson, many prejudices run deep. You are my good friend, and I am aware of your situation, your character, your academic level, so I trust you. But do you think others will believe you? I can agree to your proposal, but what about those old stubborn ones in the academy? Do you think they would agree? And what about King Gustadin? He would absolutely not allow the prestigious Royal Medical Academy to have any connection with Traditional Chinese Medicine, unrecognized by the West!" William looked at Johnson and said after a long silence.

"It's just a collaborative research in the field of tumor medicine. I, the chief expert, agree, and you, the dean, agree; let the others oppose if they must," Johnson said.

"But if King Gustadin disagrees, our agreement will be useless," William said.

"If King Gustadin disagrees, then I will cooperate with the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital in Jiangnan Province in my personal capacity. I believe my team and my students will surely join me," Johnson said firmly.

"It seems, Johnson, you had already made up your mind!" William said with a bitter smile, looking at Johnson.

"Yes! I have taken the Chinese doctor who cured my cancer as my master. His miraculous medical skills are something we cannot learn, but he can guide us in conquering this global challenge of cancer. He will be the mentor for this research team. William, believe me, this is an opportunity for our Royal Medical Academy. If you oppose it, you will deny the Royal Medical Academy the chance to witness humanity conquering cancer alongside the Chinese," Johnson replied.

"Johnson, I trust you, and I support you, but only if you gain the support of King Gustadin. Otherwise, you really can only cooperate with the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital in Jiangnan Province in your personal capacity. And your team, and your students, will also have to choose between following you and staying at the Royal Medical Academy," William said after pondering for a long time.

"William!" Johnson's facial expression changed slightly upon hearing this.

"Dear Johnson, please forgive me. I am not only your good friend, I am also the dean of this academy. You are the chief expert, and I cannot constrain you, but I definitely must constrain others. So, good luck!" William said with a look of helplessness.

"Alright!" Johnson stood up and then took his medical report with him.

After leaving the dean's office, Johnson immediately had his secretary contact King Gustadin's secretary, expressing his wish to meet with the King.

Johnson was a world-leading expert in oncology, which carried considerable influence. After hearing from his secretary, King Gustadin quickly received Johnson in the royal palace's reception hall located in the city center.

After meeting, they greeted and exchanged pleasantries.

Johnson quickly explained his purpose, even pulling out his own medical report in an attempt to convince King Gustadin.

"No, no, Professor Johnson, I absolutely will not allow my medical academy to be associated with Chinese medicine! This would make my medical academy the laughing stock of other academies and would embarrass me and the Royal Family," King Gustadin immediately waved dismissively after hearing Johnson's words.

"Your Majesty, conquering cancer would benefit all of mankind. What are ridicule and embarrassment in comparison to that?" Johnson said.

"No, no, Professor Johnson, it's not just about ridicule and embarrassment, it's that I do not believe Chinese medicine can contribute anything to the research in defeating cancer. If that is the case, why don't we earnestly devote ourselves to research instead of seeking their cooperation, only to invite mockery?" Gustadin waved dismissively.

"So Your Majesty does not believe what I said before?" Johnson pointed to his own medical report, his face showing displeasure.

"No, no, Professor Johnson, I certainly believe you. But there are exceptions in everything, and phenomena that occur suddenly and cannot be explained, just like genetic mutations. Perhaps your trip to ancient Huaxia Country allowed you a complete relaxation of mind and body, and then your body miraculously recovered, not because of the Traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, or perhaps the Chinese medicine gave you miraculous psychological comfort, which then unleashed your body's potential, and your cancer cells vanished, who knows, everything is possible," Gustadin said.

Johnson saw that Gustadin's prejudice against Traditional Chinese medicine was as deeply rooted as his had been before. Even when he laid the report in front of him, King Gustadin would rather believe it was an accident than believe Traditional Chinese medicine had cured his cancer. It was even quite possible that King Gustadin truly thought Johnson was deceiving him, merely keeping up appearances, hence not saying it outright.

"Since Your Majesty thinks so, I will take my leave," Johnson sighed resignedly in his heart, stood up, bowed to Gustadin, then turned and left.

He did not blame Gustadin as such an event was indeed too unbelievable; if he had not experienced it himself, he would certainly have doubted and disbelieved it too.

Just a while after Johnson had left the Royal Palace, King Gustadin's medical officer, his personal doctor, walked in with a grave expression.

"What is wrong, Doctor Jeffrey? You look worried," Gustadin gently rubbed his abdomen as he asked.

"Your Majesty, I regret to inform you that your abdominal pain is not a stomach issue, but a problem with your pancreas," Doctor Jeffrey said somberly.

"How could it be a pancreatic issue, is it serious?" Gustadin felt a sudden chill in his heart, a foreboding feeling quietly emerging.

"It's quite serious, requiring further examination for a definitive diagnosis," Doctor Jeffrey replied.

"Could it be pancreatic cancer?" Gustadin's face turned pale, his voice trembling as he asked.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I am not yet able to provide a definite answer," Doctor Jeffrey replied.

"If it is pancreatic cancer, what would be the outcome?" Gustadin looked at Jeffrey, already understanding he might indeed have pancreatic cancer, his voice increasingly trembling as he inquired.

"Pancreatic cancer is one of the malignancies with the poorest prognosis, with a five-year survival rate of less than one percent, a high mortality rate during surgery, and a very low chance of cure. Of course, if Mr. Johnson were conducting the surgery, the situation should be much better, as he is one of the world's foremost cancer specialists. He has previously…" Jeffrey began his response from a professional perspective, but realizing Gustadin's worsening expression, he suddenly realized he should not speak so, and hastily mentioned Johnson.

"You don't need to explain, I understand. It seems that there's a high chance I have pancreatic cancer," Gustadin, a wise King, was sure about his possible diagnosis of pancreatic cancer when Jeffrey suddenly shifted his tone mid-sentence.

"Yes, Your Majesty, I recommend immediate further examinations for a definitive diagnosis," Jeffrey looked at King Gustadin and nodded in conclusion.