Closer to Revealing My True Self-Chapter 366 - 266 Special Treatment_1

On Xiao Feng Mountain.

Inside the ancestral home, the Feng Family Ancestral Hall from Yang City had already been relocated, with all the ancestral tablets taken to the new hall.

A pickup truck dragging construction materials stopped on the open ground outside.

A bare-chested middle-aged man got out of the truck.

"Mute Uncle! I’ve brought the stuff for you!"

After shouting loudly, he saw the door slightly ajar and heard some noise inside, so he pushed the door and walked in.

He often brought things up the mountain for Mute Uncle, and this time Mute Uncle had sent him a message asking for some construction materials, which he purchased and brought up.

It wasn’t much; he managed to haul it all up in one trip.

He had wondered if Mute Uncle was planning to fix up the house, but once he entered, he understood.

"This room’s been cleared out?"

After helping with deliveries several times, he knew that this room used to be an ancestral hall.

He wasn’t curious about other people’s ancestral halls and stayed away.

But today, with the doors and windows open, one could easily see inside from the doorway.

Right then, Mute Uncle, fully geared up, was busy disinfecting with a spray machine.

The middle-aged man didn’t understand these actions.

After the hall was relocated, wasn’t some kind of ceremony supposed to be done instead of immediate disinfection?

Wasn’t that disrespectful to the ancestors?

No, that’s not right; the ancestors that used to be honored there weren’t Mute Uncle’s ancestors.

It was clear that Mute Uncle was quite disgusted.

However, he didn’t concern himself with other people’s business. Without stepping inside, he just called out from the doorway, "Mute Uncle, I’ve brought the materials. Do you want me to move them into the courtyard?"

Mute Uncle gestured back: OK.

The middle-aged man didn’t say much more, turned around, and headed back to where the truck was parked, giving a shout to the other person on the passenger side.

Together, they carried the materials from the truck to the open space in the courtyard.

Wiping the sweat from his face, the middle-aged man ran back to the entrance of the room and called out:

"Mute Uncle, we’ve moved everything. Do you need any more help?"

Mute Uncle waved his hand.

The middle-aged man said, "Alright, then we’ll head down the mountain. If you need anything else, just leave me a message."

After saying that, he and his companion went back to the truck.

He had just sat down when his phone dinged with a new message alert.

Seeing the transfer notification from Mute Uncle, the middle-aged man laughed:

"Hey, Mute Uncle is so straightforward!"

Otherwise, why would they be willing to haul goods up the mountain in the scorching heat and even help with moving them? Did they think they were just being charitable and helping an old man?

It was simply because Mute Uncle was too generous!

As long as there was work, they fought to do it because Mute Uncle never shortchanged them.

These brothers genuinely hoped the old man living alone on the mountain would live to be a hundred.

The person on the passenger seat also saw the transfer notification, and with a glint of desire, said, "Big brother, let’s go eat crawfish at that new place today! Slurp~"

"Sure! Let’s eat!" said the middle-aged man, his mouth watering.

"Do you think Mute Uncle wants to fix up the place? If he does, we could help," asked the person in the passenger seat.

"Seems like just a cleanup, not a big repair. He could manage it alone. If he really needed people, he’d have messaged me. Mute Uncle knows how to enjoy life; he wouldn’t force himself to do something he can’t handle."

"Such a big house, he could renovate it and rent it out. Nowadays, young people in the city really like these old mountain houses, say it’s to experience life," the passenger suggested.

"Knowing Mute Uncle, he wouldn’t rent it out. The old man doesn’t need that rent money; it would interfere with his card games. Who knows, he might turn that room into a mahjong parlor or a home theater," said the middle-aged man.

The person in the passenger seat hesitated: "But... wasn’t that room used to... hold the ancestral tablets? Turning it into a mahjong parlor?"

That seemed like dancing on the ancestors’ heads!

"It’s not his ancestors, you can tell by Mute Uncle’s attitude. Besides, the ancestral hall has been moved, and the ancestral tablets are gone. There’s no problem with remodeling. Now, how many places in the city used to be cemeteries and have been turned into entertainment venues?"

They said this, but they certainly wouldn’t do it themselves. Such matters were still taboo to them.

The discussion on this topic was brief, and they didn’t delve further.

Browsing out of boredom, the person in the passenger seat checked local news on their phone, and laughed upon seeing a story.

"The news says a python recently entered a villager’s home to steal chickens and got caught."

"And then?" the middle-aged man asked.

"What else? It was taken away. The villagers applied for compensation, and the snake was released deeper into the mountains, since this area is too close to residential zones. Good thing it was just a python. If it were a venomous snake, it would have been scarier! But around Xiao Feng Mountain, there aren’t many venomous snakes, right?"

"Yeah, haven’t seen any for a long time," the middle-aged man replied.

"I don’t fear pythons, but venomous snakes scare me, especially the very poisonous ones. The disability rate is too high, and if you’re not treated in time, it could be fatal."

"Didn’t they say there was some universal cure a while back?"

"But can everyone afford that miracle drug?"

"True."

"Damn!" exclaimed the person in the passenger seat, coming across another push notification, "About that miracle drug I just mentioned, the company that developed it has come out with another amazing product!"

"What kind of amazing product?"

"It’s some sort of test kit that can diagnose within five minutes which snake caused the bite and recommend a treatment plan!"

"Really does sound like a godsend. Is it affordably priced?"

"It should be okay. There are comments saying many hospitals have already discussed partnerships with them. They even have large orders from foreign countries!"

"Wonder if it’s covered by health insurance."

Regardless, the availability of such a test kit is reassuring.

When people talked trash online, many knew that if bitten by a venomous snake, it’s best to take a picture so the hospital can identify the snake and treat it promptly.

But when faced with a real emergency, if one can barely escape with their life, who would have the mind to take photos?

Many were even scared out of their wits.

By the time they were brought to the hospital, it also tested the patient’s fortitude and ability to describe the incident, as well as the hospital’s experience in dealing with such cases.

What color was the snake? Blue? Grey? Black and white?

What about the pattern? Vertical stripes, horizontal stripes, or patches?

And the build? Chunky or slender?

What about the shape of the head? Triangular or round?

Setting aside the question of whether the person’s mind is clear after being poisoned, even if they are clear-headed, they’re probably panicked. Maybe they’ll remember, maybe they won’t.

Besides, many hospitals don’t have adequate diagnostic and treatment facilities, which means, even if someone is bitten and taken to a hospital, the hospital may not necessarily be able to give an effective diagnosis and treatment in time.

Which type of serum should be used? In what dosage?

Misuse or excessive dosage can cause serious side effects.

With this diagnostic kit, it would be much more convenient. It could not only quickly diagnose what kind of snake inflicted the bite, but also provide a targeted treatment plan.

Isn’t the key to treating snakebite to be timely and effective?

Many people saw the news.

At first, there were doubts.

Only those who actually researched these kits knew how difficult it was to produce them.

In the past, there were diagnostic kits that identified a few types of snake venom, such as different species of viper, like the Green Bamboo Viper or the Iron-head Snake, which could determine the specific snake species.

But with different families and types of toxins, the difficulty certainly increased.

Therefore, before this, there was no comprehensive and reliable method for the diagnostic identification of snake venom in terms of species specificity.

But considering that broad-spectrum antivenom drugs could be developed, the fact that the Ancestral Factory developed this diagnostic kit didn’t seem strange at all.

They actually did it!

So powerful!

The Ancestral Factory is going to make a fortune again!

However, those in the know understood that the real moneymaker for the Ancestral Factory wasn’t this diagnostic kit, nor was it the previous miracle cure for snakebite. The real big earnings were still to come!

After all, the market for snakebite-related products isn’t that large.

Only a limited group of people need them.

But think about the drugs still being developed in the core laboratory of the Ancestral Factory—how many people are green with envy for those!

Just this new diagnostic kit alone, the Ancestral Factory’s R&D team could publish high-impact factor papers that would stun everyone.

Some couldn’t wait to get their hands on a sample to study, but the kit hadn’t gone into formal production yet, and apart from a very few teams who were closely cooperating with them, it was practically impossible for others to obtain it.

In the mansion by Cui Lake.

The underground laboratory.

Feng Yi looked at the new diagnostic kit brought by Doctor Wu.

He didn’t quite understand the annotations regarding the experimental procedure, but he knew what it was for.

"This little box can identify what kind of snake did the biting?" Feng Yi asked, astonished.

"Yes, follow the instructions, connect to the database, and you can diagnose it. There have been quite a few new snakes discovered in recent years, so the database will also be continuously updated," Wu said.

"So, this thing is, based on the serum previously taken from me, made?" Feng Yi asked.

Wu nodded, "Practically."

It sounded simple, but it definitely involved a huge amount of work.

Feng Yi looked at the instructions on the kit, "What about identifying me then?"

Wu pushed up his glasses, a gleam of excitement in his eyes, "We can try!"

"Directly test the venom or test the wound?"

"The wound, I guess."

"Who will I bite?" Feng Yi asked.

Wu silently looked at him.

Feng Yi: "Alright, for safety’s sake, I’ll bite myself."

Wu: "Wait a moment, bite after I’m ready. Otherwise, by the time I take the sample, the venom will have been neutralized."

"Okay."

Wu got ready.

Feng Yi then revealed two large sharp fangs and bit down on his thumbs raised with each hand.

Wu wanted to say something, but Feng Yi’s "attack speed" was too fast for him to intervene.

He saw Feng Yi puncture two large holes in his thumbs.

Wu: "You didn’t have to be so fierce, a small wound would have sufficed."

Feng Yi: "...The bite’s done now."

Wu silently took the sample.

Feng Yi: "I was just worried that if the wound was too small, it would heal too quickly."

Wu nodded, giving an "I understand" look, but didn’t say much more.

After completing the operations according to the instructions on the kit and connecting to the database for analysis.

Ding—

A huge crimson window almost filled the computer screen!

There was an option on it asking, [Do you need to call for help?]

In the center was a large five-second countdown timer, the numbers flashing. If no choice was made before the end of the countdown, it would default to seeking help.

Feng Yi: "..."

Wu: "..."