r18novel Chapter 97 Counterattack
Chapter 97 Counterattack
Chapter 97 Counterattack
Chen Cunren had just poured himself a cup of tea when he heard this, and his hand trembled, spilling the scalding tea onto the table.
He didn't bother wiping himself, staring wide-eyed at Qin Han as if he were a madman: "Electric shock? This is utter nonsense! This is suicide!"
The old doctor stood up abruptly, his tone extremely stern: "The medication pushed the blood vessel walls to their limit; the electrical stimulation then forces muscle contraction, instantly doubling the rate of blood return!"
"You don't even need to wait until cerebral edema develops! With both factors combined, the heart will stop on the spot! Cerebral blood vessels could also rupture directly!"
"Does this guy have a death wish?!"
As expected, the Japanese devils are really too insidious.
This deadly formula is enough to take the life of a grandmaster in an instant.
"Young man, I know you martial artists are pursuing the ultimate in human physical capabilities, but often, too much of a good thing can be bad!"
At this point, Chen Cunren suddenly sighed, his gaze turning to the lush trees outside the window, as if lost in some kind of memory.
"Actually, Brother Qin, did you know that the Hong Kong Sanatorium & Hospital is currently conducting in-depth research on this drug?"
Qin Han's heart skipped a beat.
The system's intelligence flashed through my mind again—[Hong Kong Sanatorium & Hospital is conducting pharmacological research on antidepressants].
"I'd like to hear the details." He adopted a posture of being attentive to listen.
Chen Cunren gave a wry smile and put his glasses back on: "This whole thing was a huge misunderstanding, you could even say it was—"
A farce that almost turned into a tragedy.
"Just two days ago, an intern who had just returned from the UK was feeling depressed because he had just broken up with his girlfriend and had been taking this antidepressant containing MAOIs."
"That day I happened to be going to the hospital for a consultation, and I brought a dish of braised dace with fermented black beans that I made at home for lunch. The young man was a native-born British Chinese who had never eaten this kind of food before. It smelled delicious, so he asked me for a few bites to try it."
At this point, Chen Cunren shook his head helplessly: "Who would have thought that just a few bites of salted fish would almost send him to meet God?"
"Dace with fermented black beans is a pickled and fermented food that contains a lot of tyramine. The young man's monoamine oxidase had already been almost completely suppressed by drugs, so after a few bites, the tyramine went directly into his bloodstream without any hindrance."
"In less than half an hour, his face turned a deep purplish-red, his blood pressure spiked, and he fainted on the spot in the office."
"Fortunately, he was in the hospital during working hours, and several department heads were there, which saved him from the brink of death."
Chen Cunren slapped the table with lingering fear: "It is precisely because this case is so typical that the dean ordered an emergency study to be conducted on this topic, hoping to clarify the specific risks of this drug under the dietary habits of East Asians."
"That's why I was able to give you such an accurate explanation as soon as I saw your test results."
"It's said that traditional Chinese medicine has 'eighteen incompatibilities and nineteen taboos,' but I never imagined that the pharmacological reactions of Western medicine could be so dangerous as to be fatal."
After hearing these words, Qin Han felt a chill run down his spine.
That's it!
A seemingly insignificant salted fish can trigger such a terrible chain reaction.
The Japanese sent the film crew sushi with pickled radish leaves!
And the essential ingredient for sushi is, of course, soy sauce! Traditionally brewed soy sauce also contains a large amount of tyramine!
A fierce glint flashed in Qin Han's eyes, and his fist clenched unconsciously.
The herbal tea contained medication that deactivated enzymes in the body; the soy sauce in the sushi contained tyramine, which continuously pushed up blood pressure; and then there was that electric shock training device that could ignite everything—
This is practically a carefully prepared bowl of "slow-acting arsenic"!
Bruce Lee's body could collapse at any moment if the soy sauce concentration were increased slightly, or if some side dishes with a higher degree of fermentation were served.
All of this will be attributed to "accidents" or "overwork".
"Yamato Foods—" Qin Han muttered the name to himself, his teeth grinding together.
These bastards must be fought back!
However, after a moment's thought and calming down, Qin Han realized that simply eliminating one of the Japanese food companies was far from enough.
This was just an ordinary trading company registered in Yokohama, at best an executor in the vast conspiracy network.
If you simply report it to the police or expose it, the other party can easily abandon the pawn to save the king, change their name and identity, and continue to lurk in the shadows.
This is a hidden threat. If the mastermind behind it cannot be completely exposed, this danger will always hang over our heads, making us restless and unable to eat or sleep.
As the passive party, there is absolutely no reason to guard against thieves for a thousand days.
We must find out the real reason why the Japanese wanted to kill Bruce Lee and solve this problem at its root.
Judging from Hiroki Ishii's previous performance, Kyokushin Kaikan is definitely an important player.
However, no matter how influential a martial arts club is, it is impossible for it to mobilize so many cross-industry resources to quietly establish such a food company in Hong Kong, and even obtain such strictly controlled prescription drugs.
There must be an even stronger force supporting them behind the scenes.
Is it the Yamaguchi-gumi? Or some deeper political force?
Qin Han stood up and bowed deeply to Chen Cunren: "Dr. Chen, I am deeply grateful. I have urgent business to attend to today, but I will definitely bring a generous gift to your door in a couple of days."
"You're too kind, you're too kind." Chen Cunren waved his hand. Although he didn't know exactly what Qin Han was going to face, he could feel the determination in the young man.
"Brother Qin, doctors have the hearts of parents. Now that you know the dangers involved, remember to stop drinking that herbal tea when you get back, and eat a lighter diet to give your body time to recover."
"I'll remember that."
By the time we got back to the Peninsula Hotel, it was completely dark.
The night view of Victoria Harbour is dazzling, but today, looking at the bustling lights in front of him, Qin Han's heart is shrouded in a deep gloom.
Instead of returning to his own room, he knocked directly on Bruce Lee's suite door.
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Then he asked the waiter to call Andrew and Fred.
Ten minutes later, several key figures from Hans Film Company, along with Warner Bros.' most important ally, gathered in the suite's living room.
The atmosphere was somewhat oppressive. Looking at Qin Han's gloomy face, Bruce Lee had a bad feeling.
"Ah Han, why did you call everyone here so late? Is there really something wrong with that herbal tea?"
Qin Han didn't say anything, but silently placed the test report in the center of the coffee table.
"What is this?" Fred picked up the report, looking at the obscure chemical terms on it, completely bewildered.
"A type of psychotropic drug that appears to relax people, but in reality, it carries enormous potential dangers."
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Qin Han recounted the pharmacological knowledge he had learned from Chen Cunren in the most accessible and understandable language.
Of course, to avoid causing unnecessary panic, he did not directly say that the Japanese wanted to kill Bruce Lee by causing cerebral edema in this way, nor did he mention the "salted fish tragedy" of the intern doctor.
It is only emphasized that this drug can slow down a person's reaction time, and long-term use can damage the nervous system and even lead to lethargy.
"These Japanese are targeting the entire film crew." Qin Han tapped his fingers lightly on the table and said coldly, "Once the crew is paralyzed, or if accidents keep happening during filming, the movie 'Enter the Dragon' will naturally be ruined."
"Fuck!" Fred slapped his thigh, his fat face turning bright red. "These bastards! How dare they poison a Warner Bros. movie set?!"
"No wonder everyone looked so tired after drinking herbal tea these past few days; I thought they were just exhausted!"
He was breathing heavily, his eyes filled with anger, and he looked intently at Qin Han: "Qin, could it be that these Japanese have colluded with the Las Vegas Mafia? Are they trying to bring us down through this?"
While this guess may not be entirely accurate, the general direction is certainly correct.
"Very likely," Qin Han said, following his lead. "We can't let this go unpunished."
Bruce Lee remained silent, a terrifying storm brewing in his bright eyes.
He was a martial artist, and what he hated most was this kind of underhanded trick of poisoning someone from behind.
"Han, what do you want to do?" Bruce Lee's voice was deep and powerful: "Just say the word, and I'll go smash that Yamato Foods right now!"
"Smashing the shop is easy, but that's just treating the symptoms, not the root cause." Qin Han shook his head. "Master, we not only need to remove this thorn in our side, but also figure out why they did this. Who's behind it all?"
"If we don't dig out the root cause, today it's Yamato Foods, tomorrow it could be Yamato Beverages, or Yamato Clothing—we'll never be able to defend against it."
Andrew, listening nearby, broke out in a cold sweat.
Thinking back to how he had foolishly drunk several cups of that herbal tea and even assured Qin Han that the company had a "good reputation," he felt like slapping himself.
"Qin, no wonder you asked me to investigate them before; it turns out you had a premonition all along."
He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, still shaken, then gritted his teeth and stood up: "This was my dereliction of duty! Qin, let me go!"
"Although I don't know kung fu, I've lived in Hong Kong for many years, and I have plenty of ways to investigate these shell companies!"
Qin Han looked at his assistant, who had a guilty expression, and nodded.
Although Andrew can be carefree at times, he is indeed a master at intelligence gathering and business investigation.
"Okay, I'll leave this to you."
He pulled a slip of paper from his pocket, on which were written several names and addresses. This was information he had specifically looked up before returning: "This is the address of the person in charge named Tanaka, and the location of the office of Daiwa Foods registered in Hong Kong."
"Remember, don't alert them. I need to know where their funds are going, where their goods are coming from, and—which forces they have connections with in mainland Japan."
"Understood!" Andrew took the note, his eyes resolute. "This time, I'll expose them completely!"
After arranging things for Andrew, Qin Han turned to Fred. "Fred, you're a producer at Warner Bros., and you have a lot of connections in this industry. I'd like to ask you for a favor."
"You say it!" Fred was seething with anger and had nowhere to vent it.
"Contact the information resources you have and check the recent activities of the Kyokushin Kaikan in Japan." A glint of light flashed in Qin Han's eyes: "Especially that Hiroki Ishii."
"He traveled all the way to the United States, and I think what he wants to do must be extraordinary."
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