Lin Damei was also distressed upon hearing this: "Is there no possibility of a cure?"

Liu Yumin held no hope: "It's myelitis, and there's absolutely no chance of it being cured. Unless we go there just as it flares up, there's still a sliver of hope. Once it flares up, most of the hope is gone."

I heard that M country has vaccines and has already sent doctors to investigate the situation. I'm worried that the price will be too high and we won't be able to buy many, and I'm even more worried that some countries have no intention of selling to us at all.

Unless there is a legendary elixir, Liu Yumin thought of alchemy cauldrons and formulas. No, she had to hurry up and make pills that could be mass-produced, even if the effects were less and slower, it would be better than the current shortage of medicinal materials and manpower.

Liu Yumin's fighting spirit returned. She still had many things to do and many people to save. What right did she have to wallow in self-pity? She needed to start planning.

First of all, the research on the formula was urgent. She would copy it down whenever she had free time and take it to the hospital to discuss with the doctors. As the saying goes, three heads are better than one, and you can always find three mediocre minds that can outwit each other.

As for planting medicinal herbs, we can only rely on Master's medicinal herb seeds. Fanfan also needs to get busy planting medicinal herbs in large quantities. Everyone has to get busy now.

With her fighting spirit ignited, Liu Yumin quickly threw herself into her work. She took over her mentor's patients and would give lessons to junior doctors from time to time. She would also bring them along when performing surgeries and take time to write case summaries for the junior doctors to read. She was so busy that she barely had time to breathe, and her overtime hours gradually increased, which made the hospital director complain. He simply granted her a dormitory room so that she could live there and be on call 24 hours a day.

Now the dean has only one task: to teach Fanfan medicine, to help Fanfan recognize all the medicinal herbs as quickly as possible, and to teach him how to process them.

The dean was also on high alert. If he could successfully train a successor, Chinese medicine would surely astound the world. And if Fanfan mastered the Xu family's Hundred-Turned Life-Saving Needle technique, he could save countless lives.

Life has returned to normal, and everything is proceeding in an orderly manner.

In the blink of an eye, it was 59 years. A lot had happened in those years, and Zhu Jiabao looked visibly haggard. He hadn't expected that most of the things his granddaughter had mentioned would actually happen.

In recent years, due to the sudden death of the previous leader of Country S, the newly appointed leader proposed to build a long-wave radio station in Hainan, China, to monitor and command nuclear submarines. China did not agree. Country S then proposed to establish a joint fleet between the two countries, which was rejected by China.

In June, the government of Country S unilaterally tore up the agreement signed between the two countries on new defense technologies, refused to provide China with atomic bomb samples and technical data for the production of atomic bombs, and demanded that China repay the debts owed for many years. China decided to sell everything it owned to repay the debts.

These things could have been managed if they had just tightened their belts. But then, an unexpected event occurred. Since the editorials were published encouraging people to work hard and strive for excellence, good news kept coming from agriculture. One commune even produced a yield of 1 jin per mu for early rice. Suddenly, news of yields exceeding 10,000 jin per mu appeared everywhere, causing a sensation.

Zhu Jiabao smiled bitterly: "There are actually people who believe that the yield per mu can exceed 10,000 jin. Aren't these people from the countryside? Even if you irrigate the fields with blood, you can't get a yield of more than 10,000 jin. The foundation of the people, they've all gone mad."

One dares to speak, and the other dares to believe, and they all follow the trend of claiming yields of over 10,000 jin per mu. When it comes time to hand over grain to the state, are we going to have to hand over all the surplus grain from the people's households? Fanfan only mentioned disasters, but didn't mention any man-made disasters.

Five-year-old Zhu Fanfan is also heartbroken. She already knows the current situation in China, where grain production is exaggerated and exaggerated. People get even more excited when they are praised, and the yield per mu is reported to be higher. Many brigade leaders are not to be outdone and follow suit, resulting in the starvation of many people.

Zhu Fanfan asked, "Grandpa, I already have a lot of food. We can donate the food; it will definitely solve the problem."

Now her yield per mu has reached nearly 1,000 jin. Over the years, she has been forced to grow hemp and has learned to make hemp rope and weave it into hemp bags. She has accumulated a lot of grain, which cannot completely solve the food problem, but it is not a problem for the immediate crisis.

Zhu Jiabao's smile became even more bitter: "The time is not right yet, let's wait a little longer."

Many high-ranking officials are blinded by the prospect of yields exceeding 10,000 jin per mu and simply do not believe that the country will experience a food shortage. If they were to donate grain now, it would be icing on the cake, dispensable, and would not be taken seriously, nor would it solve the fundamental problem.

He can't just try to solve the problem by sending people to distribute food to various places himself; wouldn't that be going against the country? Unless he never joins the army again, don't underestimate the country's intelligence network. Even if it's a ghost, it can still find clues.

Moreover, he heard that since the communal dining system was implemented, people felt that they could eat their fill no matter how much they worked, so they were slacking off in the fields and wasting time. Grain production was originally dependent on the weather, and now they weren't even clearing the weeds. In some villages, the weeds were even more abundant than the grain, resulting in even lower grain yields. Coupled with the drought, it was uncertain whether the grain could be harvested at all.

Moreover, food waste is serious. People feel that eating less is a loss when eating from the same pot. They take as much food as they can, and they won't give less even if they have to throw away what they can't finish. This has been reported before, but it has not been taken seriously.

Zhu Fanfan didn't understand: "If we follow the history I know, there will be a three-year drought. Grandpa, we need to be prepared."

Grandpa has already told her that the spring drought is over and the water supply is decreasing. The well is now empty, and people can only fetch water from the mountains if they want to drink water or irrigate their fields. Even if Grandpa doesn't work for any particular department, surely he can at least remind her?

Zhu Jiabao sighed, “You think your grandfather is so powerful! It’s true that I can see the Chairman when I need something, but what I say won’t be taken seriously. The only people I can talk to are the ten marshals and the Premier. They are the Chairman’s right-hand men. They fought side by side with him during the most difficult times and have a deep bond with him. I can only turn to my old leaders.”

As long as he tells the old leader, the old leader will naturally verify it. Only after verification will the old leader mention it to the chairman and it will be taken seriously.

Zhu Fanfan was still very worried: "Are we just going to do nothing?"

Zhu Jiabao patted her head: "If even we old folks can't solve this, then the rest won't be your responsibility as a little girl. Don't put too much pressure on yourself."

Zhu Fanfan was still unwilling: "If only I were grown up now, I could travel all over the country and deliver food directly to people."

Zhu Jiabao looked at his granddaughter with a complicated expression. It wasn't impossible. If planned properly, Fanfan could travel all over the country, and with the output of her space, it could definitely solve many problems.