Chapter 902: The First Batch of Medicine
Chapter 902: The First Batch of Medicine
"Hurry up," the woman said. "Go wash your hands and come eat. Be careful not to touch your wound."
"I got it. It's fine." The middle-aged man came back after washing his hands. His wife already had dinner prepared.
In Wang Yao's home...
After dinner, Wang Yao went out a little early. Instead of going up Nanshan Hill, he walked toward the north and out of the mountain village. He walked west along the road. Before long, he came to the village intersection where the middle-aged man had his accident.
Standing at the intersection, looking toward the northwest, he could see a hill. On the hill, there were pines and cypresses of different heights. He could also see some tombs. They were in the shape of steamed buns. Underneath the hill, just beside the road, there was a 4-foot stone tower. There were seven designs carved in the stone.
This is the place!
Wang Yao could still see some pieces of the electric bike on the ground.
He walked around the place and saw nothing.
Should I go up and have a look?
He looked up and saw that the hill quietly standing there. In the dark, the tombstones looked very gloomy.
OK, I'll go!
Wang Yao took a step and disappeared from where he had been standing. He was instantly on the hill. There were at least a dozen tombs of differing sizes. There were both old and new ones.
Whoosh! A gust of wind blew toward him.
It gave him a cold and creepy feeling.
The aura there was totally different from the road below.
It was chaotic and cold.
He stood and looked down. The street lights were dim at that intersection.
Whoosh! A motorcycle passed by. There seemed to be nothing unusual.
It should only happen during something specific, Wang Yao thought.
I guess I will leave. Wang Yao's figure flashed and arrived at the bottom of the hill.
At that time, a man riding a motorcycle passed by. With a screech, he stopped the motorcycle.
"Goddammit!" He was scared by the sudden appearance of Wang Yao.
"Are you a man or a ghost?" the man asked.
"A man, of course," Wang Yao said with a smile.
A man?
A moment ago, it was clear that there was nothing there, but he suddenly appeared. He looked at Wang Yao carefully. Those eyes and that nose... That appearance... Hmm, why did they look so familiar?
"Well, aren't you Dr. Wang?" the man suddenly asked.
"That is me."
This man knew Wang Yao because he had asked him to treat his family members before.
"What are you doing here, Dr. Wang?"
"Ah, I came out to take a walk after dinner," Wang Yao said with a smile.
"Oh, I was so scared just now," the man said. "I didn't hit you, did I?"
"No."
"That's good. That's good. I'll be on my way then."
"Go slowly."
This man left on his motorcycle. Wang Yao looked back. In the dark, the hill was quiet. The stone tower silently stood there.
I'm leaving.
Wang Yao turned back toward the mountain village and went to Nanshan Hill.
Two days later, the morning sky was overcast. The sun hid behind the clouds and refused to show itself.
Wang Yao went to Nanshan Pharmaceutical Company after going down the hill. This was the day the first batch of medicine should be available. He wanted to see how effective it was.
At about 11 a.m., the first batch of Primordial Spirit Soup was made and bottled.
"What do you think, Sir?" Zheng Weijun asked as he handed the first batch of medicine to Wang Yao.
He took the medicine, opened the bottle, and took a sip.
"Well, it's OK."
In the end, it was still a large-scale production, and the control of the temperature was poor. The machine was automatically adjusted according to the set parameter memory. However, even if the medicine was brewed in this way, it still had about an 80% efficacy compared to the medicine Wang Yao brewed in his multifunctional pot for herbs, which was exceptional.
"It can be mass-produced."
"Good! Good!" Zheng Weijun was very happy to hear that.
Success in one shot was good news. It was a good start.
The preparation for this kind of medicine was not particularly difficult. He had also invited many experienced people, who originally worked with him in his family business, to join the company. They specialized in pharmaceuticals, so they all knew what needed attention.
"Don't go back at noon, Sir," Zheng Weijun said. "Stay for lunch and celebrate."
"Alright," Wang Yao said.
After all, it was something to celebrate.
Zheng Weijun booked the best hotel in town to celebrate the start of the project. Many people from the pharmaceutical factory came. They were all happy and drank a lot of alcohol. Wang Yao also drank a little.
In the afternoon, when he returned to the mountain village, he brought a box of medicine.
From now on, he planned to become the first clinic to sell medicine produced by his factory.
In He County, thousands of miles away...
Guo Zhenghe had been thinking about one thing lately, which was the information he had heard from Xu Xinyuan. The secret of the Valley of Thousands of Medicine, which he had not known before, was that they could make people live a long and healthy life without any diseases. It held a considerable amount of attraction for anyone, especially for people like him.
Was money important? Money was important for many people, but it was not necessarily the most important thing. Many people sought power. When they had power, they wanted to control that power for a long time. In addition to their hard work, their health had to be good. Many officials had ruined their bodies for various reasons, and the result was very tragic. They had the power and could enjoy special treatment, but their bodies had been broken. Once their health was gone, what was the meaning of those things?
The key was that they could live a long life.
Living for 70 years and living for 120 years were two different concepts.
Because he had attached great importance to this matter, he had asked Xu Xinyuan to confirm the reliability of the news as soon as he had heard it. If it was true, he had to find a way to get that secret recipe.
Just now, he had received a call from Xu Xinyuan, who asked to meet with him.
It was the place where they had last met.
"How is it?" Guo Zhenghe asked.
"Young Master, I have been trying to get information about this for the past few days, but it is quite difficult for me to inquire about this matter," Xu Xinyuan said.
Because the village was closed to the outside world, and they had almost no contact and communication with the outside world, people outside rarely knew about their relevant information. Yet, he still managed to find some information.
"The odds are nine out of 10 that what Miao Xinhe told me is true," Xu Xinyuan said. "Their chief is nearly 80 years old, but he looks like he is only 40. Moreover, he is very healthy, even healthier than ordinary young people."
It had taken him a lot of effort to get the information.
"There's also a rumor that the oldest old man in the Valley of Thousands of Medicine is nearly 200 years old."
"How old?" Guo Zhenghe could not help but ask after hearing what he had said.
"Nearly 200 years old."
"How can that be?"
It was hard to believe that there were people in this world who could live that long.
"Let's not talk about that," Xu Xinyuan said. "One thing is for sure. There are many centenarians in their village. I have a way to find out more."