Return to Africa to become a tycoon

Chapter 19 The Man Who Changed the World

Science progresses through questioning.

Whether in Genoa or elsewhere in Italy, there is no shortage of testing equipment—after all, there are far too many people infected with syphilis in this era.

Therefore, once the discovery that "fever therapy can treat syphilis" was made public, many doctors immediately began to try it.

Federico, seemingly aided by divine intervention, progressed even faster. Under Liu Yide's guidance, he conducted experiments while simultaneously writing his paper, "The Use of Fever Therapy in the Treatment of Syphilis."

Although he was the lead author of the paper, he was proud and honored to have the opportunity to be a co-author.

Even before he started writing the paper, Federmiero had already found his place—even though Liu Yide had hardly participated in the treatment of any patients and had not written a single word on the paper.

"He has more important things to do now!"

Like all diligent graduate students, Federico, despite being nearly fifty, still proactively found an excuse for his "mentor".

And so, Federico treated dozens of patients in his clinic, busy with his work and never uttering a single complaint.

Although the overall treatment effect was acceptable, the treatment process was not smooth.

In the days that followed, some patients recovered, while others tragically passed away—not just one, but several.

Faced with this result, Luca, Federico's assistant, frowned deeply.

"Teacher, we treated a total of 37 patients. Only 19 patients were cured of syphilis, 12 patients did not respond to treatment, and 6 patients unfortunately died..."

"Oh……"

Federico responded softly and muttered to himself:

"Only six? The mortality rate is much lower than I expected..."

Thankfully, there are no medical disputes these days; otherwise, with his nonchalant attitude, he would have been beaten to death by the patient's family sooner or later.

"But teacher, Mr. Liu Yide has cured nine people, and none of them died!"

Luca reminded him again:

"By comparison, our mortality rate is far too high! Shouldn't we ask Mr. Liu Yide for guidance?"

The student's suggestion appealed to Federico, but after a moment's thought, he shook his head and said:

"No, Mr. Liu Yide has more important things to do right now—"

After a slight pause, Federico's expression became serious:

"He's doing something that will change the world!"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but cast an admiring glance upstairs—Liu Yide had been "in seclusion" upstairs these past few days, no, he was engrossed in scientific research.

……

Outside the window, in the harbor of Genoa, masts stand like a forest, white sails dotting the landscape. The faint sound of waves crashing against the shore, carrying with it the salty, damp sea breeze, seeps into the room.

Lighting a cigarette, Liu Yide leaned back in his wicker chair, crossed his legs, and looked past the aloe vera on the windowsill before finally settling on the sailboats coming and going outside the window.

After several days of guidance, and with Federico getting the hang of it, Liu Yide finally finished his work as a "mentor" and returned to his original role as a "mentor".

Lie flat.

He appeared relaxed and at ease, but in reality, he was anything but—because he was facing an extremely serious problem.

What to do next?

Although patients were lining up outside the clinic and the gold coins in the box were increasing, in reality... there weren't many.

After all, a clinic can only see a limited number of patients.

Fever treatment may seem complicated, but it is actually very simple. The procedure is so simple that any doctor, or even the patient themselves, can perform it.

Of course, people will die, but so what?

But this is precisely the limitation of fever therapy—the lack of technological barriers means that it cannot be monopolized.

Aside from fame, there won't be much return.

Even—most likely—this honor will be taken away by someone else.

White people won't bestow the honor upon an Asian. In the end, people will only remember that it was a European doctor who "made it popular," while the true inventor may not even have his name remembered.

This is human nature.

This is also the harsh reality that Liu Yide has to face.

"What should we do then?"

Liu Yide's brows furrowed.

Now that you've already made a name for yourself, what you need to do now is avoid becoming like many internet celebrities, fading into obscurity once the hype dies down.

A good reputation needs to be continuously built and enhanced, not just a fleeting moment.

If it's just a flash in the pan, then in the future, those Europeans will surely snatch everything, including "fever therapy," up their sleeves.

But if the reputation can continue, they will have some reservations—stealing an unknown nobody and stealing a world-renowned scientist are two completely different things.

So here's the question: what will be the next invention?

As I pondered, the books and videos I had previously watched flashed back into my mind once again, completely and vividly.

This knowledge has always been imprinted in my mind, but it's disorganized and buried deep in some corner.

But now, they are presented in a categorized and organized manner, and can be "called upon" at any time when needed.

Even if there is no specific answer, relevant knowledge can be gathered and an "answer" can be provided.

At this moment, Liu Yide felt that his brain seemed to have been upgraded since his release from prison, with his memory and comprehension abilities improving significantly.

The only question is how to turn this knowledge into money.

Well, that's the problem!

"Or how about synthetic dyes? Dyes are quite expensive... dyes?"

Just as knowledge about dyes was flashing through his mind, a knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

"Come in."

Federico entered, carrying a neatly bound stack of reports. He then saw Liu Yide standing by the window—he must be deep in thought!

Upon realizing this, his expression immediately changed from respect to almost devout worship.

This was just his laboratory for synthesizing potions, but now, what's happening here is about to change the world!

"Sir, this is this week's treatment report. I've compiled it and placed it on your desk."

Liu Yide didn't even look up, his gaze still fixed on the view outside the window, and said:

"Just put it there."

Federico did not leave immediately, but stood there, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

"Is there anything else?"

"Sir...the clinic treated a total of 37 patients last week."

Federico's voice carried a hint of shame.

"Of these, only 19 people were cured of syphilis, 12 were not cured, and 6 unfortunately died."

"oh."

Liu Yide responded softly; he had been somewhat worried when the first patient died.

Now, I'm not worried at all.

"But sir, none of the nine people you treated before died!"

Federico hesitated for a moment.

"Luca suggested that you provide some guidance, but I feel—"

"You think I have more important things to do right now."

Liu Yide finally turned around and glanced at this nearly fifty-year-old "student." Federico was looking at him with admiration.

"Sir, you are doing something great that changes the world; you shouldn't be distracted by such things."

Liu Yide almost burst out laughing.

Change the world?

Now, I haven't even figured out how I'll make a living after leaving the clinic.

Yes, for Liu Yide, who did not want to become a doctor, this place was just a temporary refuge.

However, as a mentor, one must maintain one's dignity. Thinking of this, Liu Yide glanced at the report on the table:

"I will study the report first to see if there is any way to reduce the mortality rate."

"Thank you for your help. I hope this won't disturb your research. Actually, there's no rush. After all, death is inevitable."

After Federico left, the laboratory fell silent again.

As Liu Yide walked from the window to the lab bench, his gaze fell on the report.

"Since you've already taken the money, you should at least lend a hand!"

As the thought stirred within him, he picked up the report, and as he flipped through it, his brows furrowed.

"This mortality rate is so high...it's practically murder!"

But so what?

This did not stop the influx of patients.

The long lines that always stretched outside the clinic made Liu Yide realize the reality of this world:

In any era, people are always afraid of death—the poor are afraid, and the rich are afraid.

Western medical technology today is quite different from what many people imagine. To some extent, apart from some achievements in the field of surgery, Western medicine at this time is not only inferior to traditional Chinese medicine, but can even be said to be insignificant.

The fundamental reason why Western medicine was able to rapidly replace traditional medicine in various countries after the 20th century was the rapid development of chemistry at the end of the 19th century, which spurred the invention and application of various drugs.

Rather than saying that Western medicine itself is advanced, it is more accurate to say that Western chemistry and engineering technologies are advanced, which in turn have made Western medicine what it is today.

It is the drugs and modern medical devices developed by scientists that have truly upheld the status of Western medicine.

Thanks to modern medicine, many diseases that were once incurable have become minor ailments that are not worth mentioning—like syphilis, which, after the advent of antibiotics, is no longer a dreaded and intractable disease.

Therefore,

There's no better way to make your first fortune than with medicine!

What kind of dye is this?!

Medicine is the most profitable business!

"medicine……"

Thinking of this, Liu Yide, who was flipping through the pathology report, suddenly had a flash of inspiration:

"I've got it—this is it!"

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