Chapter 916: A Theatrical Performance

Chapter 916: A Theatrical Performance

Jia Zizai happily entered the clinic. He had a big smile on his face.

"Are you looking for me?" Wang Yao asked.

"I just got some wild game today," Jia Zizai said. "It's a rabbit. It looks quite fat. I want to invite you to dinner tonight, Sir."

That morning, he had seen a rabbit on the mountain. He became interested in it and chased the rabbit all over the mountain. He eventually caught it and used a stone to kill it. Since it was winter, the rabbit was very fat.

"Wild rabbit? No thanks. You guys can have it," Wang Yao replied with a smile. He'd just had rabbit the other day.

"I still have a lot of wine at my house. Go and take some back."

"There is no need," Jia Zizai hurriedly said. "I have some back at my house too."

He left after chatting for a while.

Toward evening, a guest arrived. It was Sun Yunsheng, who had just come back from outside the village and was dusty from the journey.

"Sir."

"Ah, you are here. Have a seat." Wang Yao smiled as he poured Sun Yunsheng a cup of hot tea.

"Did you just get back from outside the village?"

"Yes, it is already the end of this year, so I went to find some old clients," Sun Yunsheng said with a smile. "I went around and discussed working together next year. I went all around the country."

"You look like you have lost some weight. Make sure you are paying more attention to your health," Wang Yao said.

"Noted, Sir. How have you been lately?"

"Very good."

After staying at the clinic for a while, Sun Yunsheng left in his car. He had just stopped for a short visit. He had to rush back to Dao that night to discuss the matters that he had gone out for recently with his father. There were many important things that involved the development of the company.

The sky outside was gradually darkening. The village was speckled with light, but it was only half of the village. When it was time to switch on the lights at night, one could see that the village was already half empty.

The mountain village was very quiet in the dark.

"The town's pharmaceutical company's medicine has all been sold out." During the meal, Wang Fenghua asked about the pharmaceutical company matters. Wang Yao told his parents that he also had a stake in the pharmaceutical company and had invested quite a huge sum. He was considered a major shareholder. Therefore, the two old people were secretly concerned about the company's affairs. After all, the money their son had worked hard for had been invested in it.

"Fortunately, they have all been sold," Wang Yao said with a smile. "We are ready to produce the next batch of medicine."

"It's good that it has been sold," Zhang Xiuying happily said.

"Medicine is not like other things. You must pay attention to its quality," Wang Fenghua said.

"Yes, I got it," Wang Yao replied.

In recent years, problems in food and medicine had emerged in an endless stream. Be it food, milk powder, or vaccines, some people would do anything to make money. They did not take the health of the country's people seriously. It seemed that as long as they were alright and made money, whether others were healthy or not, or if they lived or died, had nothing to do with them. The country was now paying more attention to that, which was a good thing.

When his parents had said that, Wang Yao thought about one thing, which was the problem of counterfeiting.

He was sure of the curative effect of the medicine. Over time, after enduring market tests, he was sure that it would have a good sales volume. At that time, it would be difficult to guarantee that no one would copy it. After all, everyone knew that medicine was a profiteering industry.

This had to be discussed with Zheng Weijun! After all, he was not a professional in that aspect.

At a family residence in Lianshan County...

"Old man, it's time to drink the medicine."

"OK." An old man in his 60s came out of the house. His complexion was not looking very good.

"Still not feeling well?"

"The usual."

"I have warmed the medicine for you. It's on the table."

"I got it."

The old man went to the table in the living room and took the warm medicine according to the suggested quantity.

The medicine was a little bitter.

"Ah, where are my glasses?"

"In the drawer. I had put it down and forgot about it." The woman was washing dishes in the kitchen.

"Ah." The old man opened the drawer and took out his far-sighted glasses from inside. After putting them on, he began to read the instruction manual that came with the medicine.

His wife came out of the kitchen and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"I'm looking at the instructions manual for this medicine. It's made in our county."

"Is that so? Are there pharmaceutical factories in our county?" The old woman was a little surprised. In her impression, making medicine was a high-tech endeavor. They lived in a small county town. They could speed production up with machinery and other things without a problem. When did they start this high-tech industry?

"Well, it opened this year," the man said. "To put it more accurately, it opened this month. A few days ago, it was broadcast in the county and the city news. Many leaders went to the opening ceremony. This is the first biopharmaceutical company in our town."

"Is it reliable? Is there any problem with this medicine?"

"What problem could there be? Look at the angelica, ginseng, and Ganoderma lucidum inside. Can they cause death?" The old man looked up at his wife.

"It is a new venture, so I'm worried," his wife said.

"It will be fine. It was recommended by Xiao Pan. I believe in him."

"Alright, give it a go. If you feel unwell anywhere, stop taking it right away, OK?"

"I got it."

The old man carefully read the instructions on the bottle called Primordial Spirit Soup twice.

"Looking at these herbs, it looks OK."

After watching a bit of television, the old man soaked his feet in warm water, washed up, and went to bed.

It was often said that as one got older, they tended to sleep less. The amount of sleep was inversely proportional to one's age. That was not the case for this old man. He slept quite a lot because of his poor health. He fell asleep not long after he laid on the bed. He would get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. At his age, there were always a few problems here and there.

The next morning, the old man got up early. His wife got up too.

"How are you feeling? Do you feel unwell?" She didn't think that the medicine he had taken the night before would work. It was good as long as there were no abnormalities.

"It's fine. I feel quite well," the old man said.

"Good, I thought about it last night. Don't drink that medicine anymore."

"It's fine. Let's give it another go. We have to support local enterprises, right?"

His wife rolled her eyes at him. "Support. We have to support our health as well, right?"

After breakfast, the old man waited for a while before taking the medicine according to the dosage. Afterward, he went out for a walk.

In the village, Wang Yao didn't go down the mountain in the morning because he found that the herbs in the field were abnormal. They were the ordinary herbs, not the magic herbs. In the field, quite a few herbs had bloomed overnight. There were red, pink, and purple flowers. They were very beautiful.

The Reiki had become stronger, and it had only been one night.

Strange! What happened last night?" Wang Yao looked at them carefully. These herbs were very good. It was likely that the Reiki had suddenly become stronger and made them bloom through the night.

"San Xian, did you find anything unusual last night?"

Woof! Woof! The dog barked twice.

It had slept very soundly and not detected any abnormalities.

"Well, that's strange."

Wang Yao and the dog circled Nanshan hill, only to find that the atmosphere around had changed as well. It had become stronger.

Why is it like this? He could not think of a suitable reason at that moment.

Forget it, I'll take a closer look and think about it some more.

He went from Nanshan Hill to Xishan Hill. He approached the few dead places, which were still the same. The places were not big, but the aura made people very uncomfortable. It was a strange, unnatural feeling—as if rice had been mixed with sand. The green bristle grass and dandelions planted around had withered because of the winter weather.

From the looks of it, it seemed that no one had been here for a long time. There were many dry weeds around, and the path originally created from footsteps was also full of withered weeds.

No one should come here, Wang Yao thought.

Something could happen.

In the Valley of Thousands of Medicine, Lu Xiufeng, who had a cigarette in his mouth, asked, "What can happen?"

"Didn't you realize that Miao Qingfeng ate very little when we had lunch together?"

"Are you worried that he poisoned us?"

"Yes, don't forget, they are professionals regarding that."

"Why? What would be their purpose?" Lu Xiufeng asked.

"Maybe it's just to get us. We haven't found out anything or any evidence, but that doesn't mean that we can't find it in the future. So, they are taking precautions."

"Your worry is not unreasonable. We can't find anything useful here within a short amount of time, and we are unwilling to just leave. We can't stay here without eating or drinking, right? If we come here with packaged food and don't eat what they provide us, wouldn't it obvious that we are suspicious of them? How do you think they will feel? Will they still provide us with conveniences?"

"The suspect is from their stronghold. He slipped away in front of my eyes. At that time, both Miao Xihe and Miao Qingshan were present, and there were other people too. I feel like they should have been able to stop him, but they let him get away. Maybe it was just a play all along. The people in the stronghold made up a play by themselves to fool us and make us leave early."