Lu Qingquan has been on the go for the past two days, either accompanying Ye Susu to Yimintang or returning to the compound to inquire about Xujin Ointment, but unfortunately he has come up with nothing.

But Lu Qingquan was not discouraged. He planned to ask Lu Mo again. He needed to go back to the compound often during this period and get along well with Lu Mo. He should be able to find out the answer.

At this moment, he was accompanying Ye Susu to visit other pharmacies and bought several boxes of tendon-regenerating ointment. The instructions all stated that it was a unique secret recipe, but in fact the ingredients were similar and the effects were not obvious. Ye Susu was very disappointed.

"None of them are what I want."

Ye Susu threw away the plaster in her hand and frowned. In the past few days, she had visited all the traditional Chinese medicine stores in Pingjiang and bought all the tendon-regenerating plasters in the stores. The bottle in her hand was from the last pharmacy she had bought.

The result was very disappointing for her; none of the bottles had the effect her grandmother had described.

Lu Qingquan said with a forced smile, "Could it be that it's in the hands of some old traditional Chinese medicine doctor, and they're keeping it a closely guarded secret?"

Ye Susu nodded. "Very likely, Manager Lu. Could you help me investigate someone named Xu Yiping, who is about seventy years old and used to be the resident doctor at Yimintang Pharmacy?"

Grandma said that this Xu Yiping had the secret recipe for the tendon-regenerating ointment and was the resident doctor at Yimintang, but when she went to Yimintang to inquire, no one knew Xu Yiping at all, so he probably left Yimintang a long time ago.

Although Ye Susu was somewhat discouraged, she quickly recovered. This time, she was determined to find the secret recipe for the tendon-regenerating ointment, no matter what it took!

Grandma has already declared that she will hand over the company to whoever finds the secret recipe for the tendon-regenerating ointment.

Ye Susu was determined to win the company; she was the most outstanding person in the family, and those idiots above her had no right to compete with her!

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The next day was the weekend. Ye Qingqing wanted to go to the Lu family, but Ye Tong insisted on playing chess, so she had to go to Grandma Gu's house first. She let Xiao Tong and Tang Bao play chess while she helped paste paper boxes.

"Your Uncle Tang Bao was very happy when we played chess yesterday, and he even talked to me," Grandma Gu said with great satisfaction.

"What did Uncle Tang Bao say?" Ye Qingqing was quite surprised. Just playing chess had such a big effect, which meant that as long as Tang Bao was constantly stimulated, he should be able to recover some of his memories!

"She called me 'Mom,' asked where my dad was, and told me to take good care of my daughter..."

Grandma Gu sighed, "He must have been thinking of his own parents and children. Alas, I wonder where his family is, and if they are still looking for him?"

“I always see missing person notices in the newspaper. There was one these past few days that somewhat matches your Uncle Tang Bao, except the age and name don’t match. Your Uncle Tang Bao isn’t that old, and he’s not called Tang Bao Bao.”

Grandma Gu took a newspaper from the cabinet and pointed to the missing person notice tucked away in the crevice.

Ye Qingqing was not surprised that Grandma Gu could read. She had long since discovered that Grandma Gu had received a good education and it was normal for her to be able to read.

"I posted this missing person notice for a friend. Tang Baobao is her father. He has been missing for eight years, but unfortunately we can't find a photo of him," Ye Qingqing explained.

"Smack!"

Tang Bao dropped the chess piece in his hand to the ground, looking somewhat lost, as if he was thinking about something.

"Alas, what a tragedy..."

Grandma Gu sighed. She didn't take Tang's father's missing person notice to heart. The age didn't match at all. She thought Tang Bao was at most thirty-five or thirty-six years old. How could he be forty-five years old?

Ye Qingqing didn't even think about it, while Xiao Tong and Tang Bao were talking about water chestnut cake.

"Gao Gao is delicious, it was made by Sister Yuan Yuan..."

Tang Bao's expression became confused again, and he murmured to himself, "Yuanyuan... Nannan... Yuan Nannan... Daddy, make cakes to eat..."