Chapter 395 Seabuckthorn Cream Successfully Developed!

Chen Xinyue took the bottle as if it were a precious treasure: "Then I'll go and arrange the stability test right away."

"Go ahead. Tell Old Huo to free up the semi-automatic filling line. If this thing becomes popular, manual filling will exhaust people to death."

Su Yue took off her white coat and washed her hands.

As soon as I stepped out of the laboratory, I saw Huo Wenxuan wearing a safety helmet, directing several workers to move equipment into the workshop.

"Gently! Gently! This is the Germans' precious gem!" Huo Wenxuan's voice boomed. "I'll be furious if you even chip a single piece of paint!"

Seeing Su Yue come out, Huo Wenxuan wiped the dust off his face and grinned: "How's it going? Got the new formula?"

"It's all set." Su Yue handed over a list. "This is the list of raw materials for the first batch of production. Go and prepare the goods. Also, you need to make a trip to the Northwest."

Huo Wenxuan was taken aback: "What would I go to the Northwest for? To eat sand?"

“Go do some research.” Su Yue pointed to the list. “This sea buckthorn frost is made for people in the north. You need to see what the supply and marketing cooperatives there sell, how much money the people have, and most importantly, find some reliable channels.”

Huo Wenxuan took off his helmet and fanned himself: "Okay, you're the boss, so you call the shots. I was just thinking of going to see if I could pick up some other local specialties while I'm at it."

Su Yue smiled but didn't respond.

This isn't about promoting local specialties; it's about expanding the territory of Blue Ocean Daily Chemicals.

Back in the compound, before I even entered, I heard a deafening cry.

"Waaaaah... I'm disfigured... I'll never be able to find a wife..."

Su Yue's heart skipped a beat, and she pushed open the door and rushed inside.

In the courtyard, Gu Ping'an was sitting on the ground, covering half of his face and wailing.

Standing nearby was Zhang Huilan, holding a wet towel, pacing anxiously: "Oh my little darling, quickly let go of your hand so Grandma can see! You just tripped and fell, what does that mean you can't get a wife?"

Gu Ningjing squatted to the side, holding a foxtail grass in her hand, and calmly poked her brother's arm: "Silly. Boys are only handsome if they have scars on their faces. Dad has so many scars on his body, but Mom didn't dislike him."

Su Yue was both amused and exasperated. She walked over and squatted down, asking, "What's wrong?"

When Gu Ping'an saw his biological mother, he cried even louder, and moved his hand aside a crack, revealing a bloody mark on his cheek.

It must have been running wildly in the yard and scraped against the rough bark of the grape trellis, tearing the bark and oozing blood, with a red and swollen area around it.

"I thought it was nothing serious." Su Yue breathed a sigh of relief and took out the bottle of sea buckthorn repair cream that she had just emptied from her pocket. "Here, apply some of this miracle medicine, and it'll be fine by tomorrow."

Gu Pingan sniffed, half-believing, half-doubting: "Really? More effective than mercurochrome?"

"It's a hundred times more effective than that."

Su Yue picked up a little bit of the pale yellow ointment and gently applied it to the wound.

The burning, stinging sensation vanished instantly, replaced by a cool, soothing feeling.

Gu Pingan blinked twice, and his crying stopped abruptly: "Huh? It doesn't hurt anymore."

"That's right." Su Yue rubbed his head. "Go play, but don't get it wet."

Gu Ping'an jumped up, his face still covered in butter, and went to chase after his sister again.

Zhang Huilan looked at the bottle with some curiosity: "Yueyue, what's this new thing? It smells strangely fragrant."

"This is a repair cream made for people up north; it's the best for treating chapped hands." Su Yue handed the bottle to her mother-in-law. "Mom, your hands get chapped every winter; try this."

Just then, Aunt Chen from next door came in carrying a basket.

Aunt Chen was Zhang Huilan's old friend and had watched Gu Beichen grow up. She was a kind-hearted person, but she had a hard life. When she was young, she washed clothes in icy water and developed a chronic illness. Her hands would crack like old tree bark in the autumn and be wrapped with tape.

"Huilan, I just fried some radish balls, I'll bring you some to try." Aunt Chen put down the basket and rubbed her hands together.

With that rub, the tape on the back of his hand peeled up, revealing a deep, bloody gash that showed the bone; it looked painful.

"Oh dear, sister, how come your hands are cracked again?" Zhang Huilan quickly took her hand. "Quick, Yueyue just brought back a new ointment, she said it's a miracle cure, you should try it."

Aunt Chen was a little embarrassed: "I'm just an old woman with frail skin, why bother with all that good medicine..."

Su Yue scooped out a large dollop of ointment and applied it to the back of Aunt Chen's hand, spreading it carefully.

Lanolin has extremely strong penetrating power; it seeps into those dry lines and smooths out those raised dead skin cells.

Aunt Chen was stunned.

That piercing itching and pain felt like it was being gently pressed down by a pair of hands.

"Amazing!" Aunt Chen held up her hand to the sunlight. "This...it's soft now? And it doesn't hurt anymore?"

Zhang Huilan smiled smugly: "I knew Yueyue's stuff couldn't be bad. You can take this bottle and use it; come back for more when you run out."

Aunt Chen left, thanking everyone profusely, forgetting even to mention the basket of meatballs.

The next day, Huo Wenxuan boarded a train bound for Northwest China, carrying a box of samples and Su Yue's instructions.

Su Yue wasn't idle either.

She went to the logistics warehouse.

The warehouse was located in the most remote corner of the military region, drafty, cold, and damp.

Li Wenzheng, dressed in dirty work clothes, struggled to carry a box of canned goods to the shelf.

The college student who was once full of vigor and spouting chemical equations is now unshaven, with a broken eyeglass arm wrapped in white tape, looking utterly disheveled.

"Technician Li, experiencing life here?" Su Yue stood at the door, arms crossed.

Li Wen froze, nearly dropping the box in his hand.

He turned around and saw the glamorous Su Yue. A flash of shame and indignation crossed his face, but it quickly turned into numbness.

"Did Director Su come to see me make a fool of myself?" Li Wen pushed up his glasses. "Have you seen enough?"

Su Yue ignored his sarcastic remarks and focused her gaze on his hands.

Those hands were no longer the clean white hands they had when they held the test tubes; they were covered in calluses and chilblains, with swollen knuckles and several cracks oozing blood.

Carrying heavy objects, coupled with the cold wind, has rendered these hands half useless.

"I'm here to deliver medicine." Su Yue walked over and placed a bottle of sea buckthorn repair cream on the shelf. "If this hand gets completely rotten, I won't even be able to hold a pen in the future."

Li Wen stared at the bottle without moving.

"Don't misunderstand, I'm not pitying you." Su Yue said calmly, "The factory doesn't employ idlers. Even a porter needs to be in good physical condition to work. This is considered a work safety product."

After saying that, she turned and left.

Li Wen looked at that figure from behind, then at the bottle of ointment.

After a long while, he reached out and, with trembling hands, unscrewed the bottle cap.

That night, Li Wen slept soundly for the first time ever.

The frostbite that tormented him every night, keeping him awake, miraculously disappeared after applying the pale yellow ointment.