"If you can, fork one of the tails." Lin Yao ordered inwardly, feeling quite annoyed. He found it rather troublesome, but was pleasantly surprised to find that the tendrils of the grass that had been resting on Nannan's heart had forked, with one tendril swimming outside Nannan's heart.
Nannan's mouth left Lin Yao's nasolabial groove, and the tendrils of the little grass instantly retracted into Lin Yao's body. In a flash of inspiration, Lin Yao found a solution.
In a great mood, Lin Yao played with the four children for a while, then asked Ruan Lingling and Alina to take the two little ones to rest. He sent the little boy named Chengcheng to his parents, greeted Feifei's parents, and then led Feifei to the quiet room.
Exhausted from playing, Fei Fei curled up in Lin Yao's arms and fell asleep, making it convenient for him to search for a treatment plan. The tendrils of the grass extended to Fei Fei's kidneys and liver, while another tendril circled around Lin Yao's mouth, constantly absorbing and selecting the medicinal herbs that Lin Yao put into his mouth.
Time passed slowly, and after expending a great deal of effort, Lin Yao finally managed to transmit the information to Xiao Cao using the shape of the twisted tendrils he had previously agreed upon. The solution was found, but Lin Yao couldn't decipher the most crucial piece of information. A state of fine lines he had never encountered before greatly troubled him, and Xiao Cao was also quite anxious, uttering "uh-huhs" and "oh-ohs."
"Alright, let's record the types and proportions of Chinese medicinal herbs and the operating steps first. We'll study the production process later. Hopefully, the medicine produced will be effective." Lin Yao made his decision and called Ge Yong, who was waiting outside the door, to ask him to call Fei Fei's parents to come and pick up the child.
Feifei's parents, who had been feeling uneasy, cautiously approached Lin Yao's office. When they saw Feifei sleeping soundly in Lin Yao's arms, the couple visibly breathed a sigh of relief. Their shoulders slumped down as they relaxed, which Lin Yao noticed. He wondered if Feifei's parents thought he was about to expose them and take a sample.
Feifei, still half asleep, was awakened. Seeing her mother's smiling face, she called out "Mommy!" and reached out for a hug.
"Wait a minute, Feifei, be good, drink some water first." Feifei's mother unscrewed the cap of the drought-resistant drink bottle in her hand, and slowly poured the water down the little girl's lips.
With a cry of "Ah!", the tendrils of the grass instantly extended from Lin Yao's chest and directly into the bottle of drought-resistant beverage. The tendrils trembled violently and kept making "Ah-oh" sounds.
Lin Yao was a little confused. What was the little grass doing? It wasn't absorbing any of the medicinal properties from the drought-resistant drink, but instead letting its tendrils stick out inside, as if trying to remind him of something.
Suddenly, a tendril branched off from the end of the grass seed, which stretched and thinned inside Lin Yao's body, forming a special shape that was exactly the state that Lin Yao hadn't understood before!
"You mean, the formula we just discussed needs to be used with the water in this bottle?" Lin Yao asked, conveying his thoughts to the little grass, which caused it to tremble even more violently and instantly retract its exposed tendrils.
Next, Lin Yao began to space out, constantly communicating with the little grass through his mind, and finally found a way to treat the poisoned patient. After he immediately brewed the decoction according to the recipe and had Liu Gensheng drink it, he realized that this method of treatment, which relied solely on brewing the decoction and the patient's digestive system for absorption, was extremely slow to produce results. Relying on the tissue-repairing effects of the drought-resistant beverage and the auxiliary Chinese herbal decoction, it was estimated that it would take a month to completely cure Liu Gensheng's liver and kidney damage.
After discussing the matter with his father Luo Jimin, mother Lin Hongmei, Wen Youmin, and Wu Jianwei, they decided to first conduct clinical trials on eight volunteers. Depending on the results, the trials would then be extended to the poisoning patients gathered in Chengdu. If there were no adverse reactions, concentrated decoctions would be produced for them to take home for treatment.
The number of confirmed poisoning patients has reached over 7,800, and the total value of media advertising contracts in major cities across the country has exceeded 100 million yuan. This is still at 10-20% of the normal advertising slot price. None of the media outlets are worried that Minhong Pharmaceutical will default or refuse to pay; they have all immediately adjusted their advertising slots and times to broadcast warning advertisements. Almost all media outlets belong to the state; at worst, they can record it as accounts receivable and include it in their financial statements. If someone were to actually chase after them for payment, probably no media outlet would dare to be the first to take the plunge.
“Based on 10,000 poisoned patients, the beverage sales revenue over 30 days would be 600 million yuan. After deducting 100 million yuan for advertising expenses, the net profit would be almost 500 million yuan.” Lin Hongmei said, holding the data she had calculated, somewhat astonished. “Yao’er, I didn’t expect there to be so much money. Your suggestion to set up a fund is excellent. Otherwise, our family would be the subject of gossip.”
Lin Yao looked at his mother, Lin Hongmei, knowing that his parents had never considered their own family's needs. His mother's expression was completely genuine. He sighed inwardly, raised his head, and said calmly, "Mom, you only calculated the sales revenue of the beverages. You didn't calculate the final treatment medication."
"Ah!" Lin Hongmei was startled and stood up, staring at Lin Yao. "Yao'er, are you going to charge me for the medicine? That's not right."
“What’s wrong with that?” Lin Yao stared unflinchingly into Lin Hongmei’s eyes. “We didn’t steal or rob anyone. Shouldn’t we charge people for treating their illnesses and getting their medicine? They are mostly rich and powerful people. The cost of each person’s drinks is only 60,000 yuan. Our family won’t get a single penny of that money.”
“I plan to charge 30,000 yuan per person for the herbal medicine. 300 million yuan isn’t a huge sum, and we should consider the development of Minhong Pharmaceutical.” Lin Yao turned to look at Luo Jimin, feeling his father nod almost imperceptibly, which energized him even more. “This is good; it can prevent unscrupulous merchants from profiting from the disaster area’s beverages. We’re working ourselves to the bone here and losing money, while they reap the benefits. It makes me feel so frustrated. Let’s see who dares to buy those black market beverages in the future. If they’re not afraid of dying, go ahead and buy them. I’ll also issue a notice later saying that these therapeutic herbal medicines will not be mass-produced, and there will be a total limit on the amount of drought-resistant beverages. If anyone gets poisoned again, don’t bother us.”
Lin Hongmei still couldn't believe Lin Yao would say such a thing, and stood there blankly without moving. Wen Youmin and Wu Jianwei, on the other hand, were much more open-minded and immediately nodded in agreement. They also wanted to see Minhong Pharmaceutical grow and develop, and all of this depended on a huge financial foundation.
"Xiao Lin, I heard that in some cities, high-ranking officials and business executives have all taken leave, as if it were pre-arranged. Of course, their reasons for taking leave are varied, but I guess they've all gathered in Chengdu. It's all your fault for not coming to treat the disease; you've offended a lot of people now." Wu Jianwei had wide connections and a wealth of all sorts of rumors and gossip, and these kinds of strange stories were most beloved by the circles he frequented.
"What does it have to do with me? I don't need to beg them. If they've offended me, so be it. If they're so capable, then don't come here." Lin Yao curled his lip in disdain. "I'd love to charge them double the price. Whenever there's something good, they rush to buy it, always thinking their own meat is more valuable. I can't be bothered with them."
"Haha, I love hearing that." Wu Jianwei laughed, which made Luo Jimin, who had been serious, chuckle as well. "It just so happens that the old Kangqi Pharmaceutical Factory got a set of equipment for extracting the medicinal components of Chinese medicinal herbs, but it hasn't been used much. I even said that selling it to you would break even, but I didn't expect it to be so useful this time. Youmin, I'll help you pick out the technicians who have been trained for this equipment, and you can arrange the production."
“No problem, I’ve also participated in training for this equipment, although Xinglin hasn’t bought this equipment before.” Wen Youmin was very knowledgeable about production matters and nodded in agreement.
"Uncle Wu, please buy more medicinal herbs. Just buy the types you prepared beforehand. Buy as many of each kind as possible, even if it means buying out all the remaining herbs from those medicine merchants." Lin Yao began to give instructions.
"Why do you need so many medicinal herbs? Just buy what you need. Too many herbs will easily get moldy, and it's not right to waste them." Wu Jianwei found it a bit strange. "Don't worry, nephew, I buy the herbs separately from different people. I won't let anyone calculate the prescription based on the total amount."
"That's not what I meant." Lin Yao smiled, remembering Xiaocao's bottomless pit of medicinal herbs. "I am indeed useful, I am useful for all medicinal herbs, you just need to buy them, my mom will pay for them."
“Hongmei, let’s do as Yao’er says. We need to change our mindset.” Luo Jimin walked over to his wife, who was still standing, and helped her sit down. “Yao’er has a longer-term vision than us. You can’t just wait for this small pharmaceutical factory to struggle for decades before it slowly develops. By then, we’ll only be able to rely on our grandson. There’ll be nothing for the two of us. How boring would that be?”
Wu Jianwei laughed heartily, "Sister-in-law, that's exactly right. Listen to your nephew." He then turned to Lin Yao, "Nephew, let me tell you, your dad was really something today. Several people from the Education Bureau came this afternoon, along with the principal and secretary of that No. 10 Middle School. They said that thousands of patients had completely occupied the old school buildings and classrooms of No. 10 Middle School, trying to extort money from us. But your dad turned them down. You have no idea how interesting those guys' expressions were."
"Oh, tell me about it, Uncle Wu." Lin Yao immediately became interested. His father, Luo Jimin, had been quite gentle recently, which was very different from the image he had of him since childhood. Now that he heard about this interesting story, how could he not want to hear it?
"Your dad glared at you, stood up and said something," Wu Jianwei stood up, mimicking Luo Jimin's expression at the time, and looked at Lin Yao with a sidelong glance, "Those people have nothing to do with us. If you want, then kick them out of the old school building of No. 10 Middle School. Our small stalls and temples here are not capable of serving those people, and no one else is capable of serving them either. If you have any difficulties, go to the government."
Lin Yao laughed heartily, feeling extremely relieved. Lin Hongmei and Wen Youmin, who had not heard about the situation, also laughed, and the atmosphere in the room became very cheerful.
"Don't exaggerate like that. You look like a bandit leader. Don't ruin my image." Luo Jimin pretended to be angry, walked over and tapped Wu Jianwei. One hit and the other dodged. The childish behavior made the three people next to him laugh even louder.
Back at the royal residence, Lin Yao meditated and practiced his martial arts. When he finished, he remembered something and quickly used his mind to communicate, "Little Grass, do you know a medicinal herb called 'Earth Mother'?"
As soon as Lin Yao uttered his thought, the grass trembled violently, and its tendrils extended from various parts of Lin Yao's body, rapidly twisting and turning around him as if searching for something.
"You want 'Mother Earth'?" Lin Yao immediately added, making Xiao Cao even more excited. Her tentacles stretched out to their maximum extent, extending through the bedroom walls to the surrounding rooms and balcony.
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Chapter 125 First Encounter at Changbai Mountain
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Changbai Mountain, Tianchi Lake.
The moon was bright and the stars were few. The lingering cold gave the dreamlike mountains and the vast night sky a chilly feel. Yi Yang stood motionless on the edge of the cliff. His dark gray clothes were not conspicuous in the moonlight, allowing him to blend perfectly into the night, as if he had always belonged here and had always stood here for millions of years.
Beneath his calm exterior, Yi Yang's emotions surged like a volcanic eruption. Gazing at the towering mountain shadows opposite him, the vicissitudes that had been evident on his young face gradually faded, and a smile slowly appeared.
Luckily, I chose to spend the night near Tianchi Lake tonight, otherwise I might have missed it...
Yi Yang secretly rejoiced. He had come to the mountains to search for wild ginseng that was hundreds or even thousands of years old, for his father who had been lying in bed for a long time. The long-term depression had made him wary, which was why he chose to stay near a crowded tourist attraction. It was also a way for him to adjust his mood. He didn't expect that this choice would lead him to receive a call from the angel. He had been looking forward to this call for many days. He even had an impulse to kidnap someone from the angel's house. Unfortunately, he still didn't know the real identity of this mysterious angel.
An angel is coming. Judging from the angel's tone, he seems confident in curing the symptoms of qi deviation. This is what Yi Yang cares about most. The prosperity of the Yi family may depend on this trip to Changbai Mountain by the angel.
No wonder the angel was able to gain such a high reputation based on his expertise in traditional Chinese medicine. He must have come from a prestigious family, which is why he had a good understanding of the true qi that was merely a legend in the mortal world.