"stop!"

Jing Aotian put one hand in front of An Tingyu and also blocked Yang Qingwei, "Stand there, yes, right there, three steps away from her!"

Yang Qingwei was stunned at first, then he took a few steps back obediently. But when he came to his senses, he walked past Jing Aotian and came to An Tingyu. "Master Nineteen, why did you disappear for so long? You haven't been to Nineteenth Medical College for a long time. The students missed you very much."

An Tingyu raised her eyebrows lazily, "You've almost mastered my craft. Do you really want me to sit there every day?"

Yang Qingwei raised his lips and smiled, "You know that's not what I meant. You said that you asked Dang Yan to collect the account books, and the medical school is also managed by me, your apprentice. You really make the best use of it."

"No way?" An Tingyu said proudly with her arms folded across her chest.

"Okay, whatever you want is fine, but please be kind and show up occasionally, otherwise those students will start to suspect that you don't care about them. And here's what I've encountered with the pharmaceutical factory. Come, take a look at these. Do you think there's any problem?" After saying that, Yang Qingwei brought An Tingyu to his previous position, then picked up some pills and handed them to An Tingyu.

An Tingyu sniffed it and said, "This is a painkiller for heart disease. Is there any problem?"

In modern times, patients with heart disease, coronary heart disease, and myocardial infarction can use aspirin for emergency treatment. Although it is not available at this time, alternative Chinese medicines can be found. That is why this finished medicine called analgesic pills is produced so that those heart disease patients have an emergency measure. But what did Yang Qingwei mean by those words?

Could it be that the death of the deceased person I met on the street today was really related to the 19th Medical College?

As if thinking of this question, Jing Aotian frowned and said, "You guys won't make fake medicine?"

"Of course not," Yang Qingwei quickly denied, then added, "Although it's not, some patients have recently reported that the medicine isn't as effective as before, so I'm wondering if there's something wrong with the ingredients. I've checked several times and haven't found the cause. So if I can't find it today, I'm planning to go find Miss An."

Hearing this, An Tingyu also went to check. After a while, she said, "There's nothing wrong with these medicines, so the problem may not be here."

"Do you mean there was a problem in the sales process?" Yang Qingwei was also a smart man and understood it immediately.

"That's possible. The painkillers come out of the factory, are packaged, and then go to the 19th Medical Clinic. From there, they're wholesaled to various pharmacies, and finally sold to patients. Of course, we also have retail operations at the 19th Medical Clinic, so if there's a problem, it could go wrong at any stage."

The formula for the painkiller pills is only available at the 19th Medical College, so the interests involved are considerable. If someone becomes greedy and swaps the pills during the process, it is not impossible, which is why people die on the streets.

Of course, it is hard to say about the murder case. Maybe it was not done by our side, but the other side simply wanted to murder this person.

"How can we check this? Our wholesale business is so huge, we even have operations in four countries."

An Tingyu pondered for a while, "Leave this to me! I'll have the disciples of the Nether Palace investigate. Whether it's the Four Kingdoms or the Heavenly Gate, we must find out where the rat is. Otherwise, the reputation of my nineteenth concubine will be tarnished by this rat shit."

"Okay then! I'll keep a close eye on this side too." As he spoke, Yang Qingwei suddenly thought of a question, "By the way, why did you guys suddenly come here today? Is there something wrong?"

An Tingyu raised her willow-shaped eyebrows and said, "I was originally busy, but now it's okay, because what I want to say is the same thing."

An Tingyu recounted what happened on the street. After listening, Yang Qingwei's handsome brows knitted tightly together. "It seems that there is a serious problem. It's okay if it's not us. If there is a problem on our side, then the reputation of the Nether Palace will be affected."

Although the 19th Medical College and the 19th Medical Clinic were opened in An Tingyu's personal name, An Tingyu was the 19th generation Lord of the Nether Palace after all. So if there really was a problem, people might not think about An Tingyu as a person, but the Nether Palace.

If it is just a one-sided accusation, it is not a big deal. But if someone with ulterior motives uses it to make a fuss, then the implications will be very wide.

An Tingyu frowned slightly, pursed her lips and said nothing. Yang Qingwei was right. It was precisely because she was worried about this that she went to Yang Qingwei's side after leaving the yamen.

Yang Qingwei glanced at the sky and said, "Let's have dinner here today! We haven't gotten together for a long time. Prince Jing, the Yang Mansion is just a small house. You don't mind having dinner here, right?"

"No!" Although Jing Aotian was a jealous person, he wasn't really that unreasonable. They hadn't seen each other for a long time, and it was a rare occasion for them to get together. It wasn't too much to have a meal here, and...

"Xi'er, you glutton!" Jing Aotian growled in annoyance. Yang Qingwei had just asked them if they wanted to have dinner here, but little Yunxi had already run into the house by herself, obviously saying, I want to eat here.

Little Yunxi poked her little head out of the house and said with a cute smile, "Dad, Mom said Uncle Yang can make medicinal food. Don't you want to try some?"

Hearing this, Jing Aotian, An Tingyu, and Yang Qingwei all rolled their eyes and thought to themselves: You want to eat it, right?

An Tingyu smiled slightly, "Okay! Let's eat here today. Do you need any help?"

Although Yang Qingwei had the title of miracle doctor, before he met her, Yang Qingwei always liked to travel around the world, and there was no one at home, so the Yang family naturally would not keep any maids. Moreover, he was used to being alone outside, and after coming back, Yang Qingwei did not add any population to the Yang family, and had always lived alone.

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