"..."
Mi Hao was taken aback.
Myanmar Pharmaceutical Group's Transcription Fluid.
Had it already gone on sale?
Impossible, it had only been a month, and besides, this narrative wasn't professional. His daughter had never taken any oral medication, she had always received injections of varying concentrations of Transcription Fluid.
"That, may I ask, how much is it?" Mi Hao asked curiously.
Upon hearing this, the tone of the person on the other end changed, they urgently said, "Not much, just fifty thousand yuan. You know, the queue for patients over there has already stretched to October of the year after next. If you go to register now, it won't be your daughter's turn."
Mi Hao curled his lips.
This was clearly taking advantage of someone who did not know better.
If it was a serious illness.
