After rushing to the hospital, Ye Yuze was told that John was waiting for him in a ward. When he went in, Ye Yuze understood that this patient was not an ordinary person.

The facilities in the ward are like the overall suites of the Peninsula Hotel, with everything. There are only two such rooms in this hospital, and of course the cost will be sky-high.

The patient is an old man in his sixties. His golden hair has turned gray and his body is fat, but not particularly fat. His bulging cheeks are bloated with abnormal redness. Ye Yuze only glances at him and concluded that this guy is tied up like Old John.

Sure enough, after asking, he was indeed tied up, but because the delivery was delivered in time, there was no serious consequence. However, the patient's left leg and left arm were unable to move. Western medicine did not have a good method for this problem, so John called Ye Yuze.

Ye Yuze stepped forward and grabbed the patient's arm and started to take the pulse carefully. Soon his brows frowned. The patient's meridians were still in aggravated, and the situation was not optimistic.

Looking at Ye Yuze's expression, Old John asked nervously: "What's going on? Is the situation very bad?"

Ye Yuze nodded: "You need to increase the dosage of medicine, and the patient's condition continues to deteriorate. If the intervention is not timely, he will not even be able to speak tomorrow."

The patient had a little disdain since Ye Yuze entered the door. The main reason was that Ye Yuze was too young and was still a Chinese. In his mind, Chinese medicine is a witch doctor and he can only be a master.

At this moment, when Ye Yuze said this, the disdain in his eyes became even stronger. He spoke to John: "John, I don't need this Chinese doll to treat me. Please ask him out."

Ye Yuze was stunned for a moment. The Americans were arrogant and he understood it, but generally speaking, he would maintain etiquette. It would be strange if he was driven away by others when he was treated.

But he was not angry. Since he didn't need him, why did he worry about this? Even if he died, he would only feel sorry for his mother.

Seeing Ye Yuze walk out of the ward, John chased after him and said apologetically: "I'm sorry Yuze, Soros has this temper and is too conceited."

When Ye Yuze heard this name, he was stunned: "Soros, that Soros of Quantum Fund?"

John nodded, his eyes full of guilt: "He is my friend, please don't be disgusted because he is a patient."

Ye Yuze patted his shoulder and said with a smile: "Don't worry John, I came to you for your sake, it has nothing to do with him. But now he doesn't believe me, and I can't treat him."

John did not stop him, and watched Ye Yuze walk out of the hospital, shrugged regretfully, and then walked back to the ward.

When Soros saw him coming in, he smiled: "Don't have that expression on my friend, I only believe in you. If you can't cure me, then I can only go to God to sue you! As for that Chinese child, let it go?"

John looked serious: "Shut up Soros, I've been in the wheelchair for so long. It's just that this Chinese boy in your mouth cured me, and I just used a few silver needles as thick as a hair. If it weren't for him, I'm still lying in the wheelchair!"

Soros was frightened by his old friend's rage and quickly apologized: "I really don't know about this. I just know that your illness was cured by the Chinese. I thought it was spreading rumors. I'm sorry John."

Seeing Soros admitting his mistake, John calmed down. He knew that his friend was extremely conceited, and it was extremely rare for him to admit his mistake like this.

So he sighed and said, "I'm sorry for you, my friend, you may have missed an opportunity to get better as soon as possible."

Soros shook his head: "I don't care. In medicine, I only believe in our American equipment and doctors."

John did not argue with him, but asked the nurse to put him on a monitor again.

Soros protested: "John, you can't do this. Didn't you just withdraw your quit just after checking it? I feel uncomfortable with these things."

John ignored him, turned his head and walked out, muttering, "You are not only a bad boy in the financial market, but also a bad boy in the hospital bed."

Ye Yuze, who was driving, searched for Soros' information in his mind.

"Buffett in the prosperous era, Soros in the troubled era." This is a widely circulated sentence in the financial industry. It describes Buffett and Soros, as the second most influential investors in the world, have a strong appeal to the market and a completely different investment style.

In the ups and downs of the financial market in the past few decades, the two are among the few survivors and even profiteers. If Buffett's value investment philosophy has made him good at dancing in the "prosperous times" of finance, then Soros is a "financial vulture who makes a big profit in the "chaotic times".

This financial vulture did a lot of shocking things. For example, in 1992, Soros used his "quantum fund" to short the pound for $10 billion.

The British government used nearly US$30 billion in foreign exchange reserves to maintain the pound exchange rate and counterattacked. As a result, the British government suffered a crushing defeat and was forced to withdraw from the European exchange rate system. Soros not only made a profit of nearly US$1 billion, but also became famous in the international financial industry.

Such a person who dares to fight against a government alone is called a bad boy in the financial market.

Ye Yuze muttered: "Bad kid, you will soon become a good kid who can't get up."

John did not dare to leave the hospital at night. No matter who doesn't believe Ye Yuze, he believes it. So every once in a while, he would go to Soros ward to patrol.

The reason why Soros was not tested again was because he had checked it when he first came in, because he was sent in time and after a large amount of thrombolysis and anticoagulant drugs were injected, his condition had improved significantly. Less than twelve hours have passed, so it was obviously unnecessary.

Moreover, John believed that even if Ye Yuze did not treat Soros's limbs would recover slowly, but it would only take longer.

In the second half of the night, John was already tired. Before going to bed, he told Soros's special guard to pay attention to his situation at any time, so he went to bed.

At this time, Soros got angry and asked the special guard to remove the various tubes on his body, making it uncomfortable to sleep like this.

Soros had a bad temper and the special guard was afraid of him, so he had to remove him after being threatened several times. Then Soros rushed to the outside room to sleep.

But when she woke up after a sleep, she quietly opened the door and looked in, then screamed and rushed in.

Soros's face turned blue and white foam in his mouth seemed to be difficult to breathe.

When John was woken up, Soros was already rescued. After examination, there was a large blood clot near the heart, and the drug could not dissolve at all.
Chapter completed!