The mysterious "doctor"

At noon on the third day of the medicine fair, Huo Tingchuan brought a few people to the exhibition hall of Benyuan County, but was frightened by Shen Roujiao's Taoist robe and did not dare to recognize her for a long time. It was not until he heard the origin of the medicine prescription that he secretly breathed a sigh of relief for Zhou Huaiyue.

Of course, the trip was not in vain. With his wealth and generosity, he waved his hand with a big gold ring and signed an order of 990,000, saying that it was a wedding gift to wish the young couple a long and happy marriage.

Shen Roujiao's eyes almost disappeared with laughter. This Uncle Huo is really powerful.

She is particularly good at learning from successful people, and she humbly asked on the spot how to expand the pharmaceutical business.

Huo Tingchuan thought for a long time and summarized all the secrets into one sentence, "A good businessman is an advertiser."

This statement reveals the current problem of Sanhua Pharmaceutical: insufficient marketing and promotion. This is also a difficult problem that Shen Roujiao urgently needs to solve.

The exhibition ended at 3 pm. Benyuan County, which participated in the exhibition for the first time, had a total transaction amount of 8.35 million. It ranked among the top 500 among more than 2,000 exhibitors, which was considered a victory in the first battle.

The secret investigation into the Mongolian medicine factory yielded some results.

This pharmaceutical factory was on the verge of bankruptcy. It previously produced antidiarrheal powder. Later, a man who claimed to have a secret recipe for treating kidney deficiency reached a cooperation agreement with the factory manager and switched to producing kidney pills.

The sales volume did not improve in the beginning, and it was mainly used in some small local hospitals. It was not until a man nicknamed "Doctor" appeared that the medicine became popular. Its sales volume in the local area even far exceeded that of the number one Liuwei Dihuang Pills.

The method is very simple, just post a small advertisement.

It's not hair, it's brush.

Carry a small bucket of paint and a template, and paint wherever you go, on walls, telephone poles, tents, toilets... As long as there are people, you can see it all.

After about three or four months, the names of the medicines were no longer unfamiliar to me.

At this time, it happened to be the Naadam Festival, the biggest festival in Mongolia, with horse racing, wrestling, archery and other competitions. The prizes were livestock, clothes and the like, but these were not the most important things. The key was people.

Especially the most powerful men who won the championship. The Mongolian pharmaceutical company spent a small amount of money to interview them and guide them to answer male questions. Because they received the money, they all expressed their willingness to try this drug.

The pharmaceutical company made the interview transcript into a flyer with the theme: A real man does not have a weak kidney. "Whoever uses it will feel strong and healthy, and it will be good for him and her!" The men on the flyer felt proud to get paid and be praised for their good health.

According to the symptoms of kidney deficiency listed in the brochure, no man can escape them.

Soon the pills became popular and spread like wildfire in Inner Mongolia. By the second year, the champions were proud to be featured in their promotional flyers.

As for the Mongolian doctor who was very good at diagnosing pulses at the pharmaceutical fair, he was indeed a famous local expert who had been cooperating with pharmaceutical companies for many years. Similar games had been held at all major pharmaceutical fairs.

Although the efficacy of the medicine was average, thanks to marketing, it not only saved the Mongolian medicine factory, but also became a real hit in the local area.

But no one knows the doctor's real name.

Shen Roujiao made a schedule in her mind. She would go to Inner Mongolia in person to meet the mysterious "doctor".

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He rushed back to Benyuan County and arranged the specific production of the medicine fair order as soon as possible. Just two days after he rested, the grass-planting equipment customized by Zhou Huaiyue a few years ago arrived in Yunnan.

The entire cultivation room and extraction room were built step by step by Tang Zhipei and Lingxi, who was taught hand-in-hand, with the goal of training Lingxi to become the successor of nameless grass cultivation.

Only when everything in Yundian is arranged properly and Lingxi is able to lead the two people who are engaged in soup medicine to make the oral liquid research and development project run successfully, will Tang Zhipei feel at ease to return to Beijing to do relevant research on the nameless grass.

The greenhouse for growing grass was not located on the Phase II land, but was built next to the spring behind the Phase III plant to ensure that high-quality water can be used during the planting process.

In front of the greenhouse are the cultivation room and the extraction room. The three form a relatively complete and independent space, which is jokingly called the secret base by Sanhua employees.

Because all the staff inside look very powerful and highly educated, and they are different from ordinary people.

After all the equipment was installed and debugged, more than two months passed and it was already early June when the first crop of nameless grass was ready to be harvested, extracted and purified.

The research and development of oral liquid is actually to find out the reason why three flowers, five leaves and one grass taste bitter.

Unlike the stomach medicine prescription, the oral liquid prescription tastes pleasant when it is warm before the herb juice is added. However, when the herb juice is added after it cools down, it becomes too bitter to swallow.

Therefore, why is it bitter and how to solve the bitterness are the two major challenges in the development of oral liquids.

Of course, there is another problem. Shen Roujiao is traveling around the country to sell medicine and is often not in Yunnan. The prescription is confidential. How can we solve the problem of her absence without affecting the research?

Finally, Zhou Huaiyue, who is good at math and has a quick mind, came up with a good idea: mix the medicines in equal proportions!

Although the exact amount of each medicine in grams is unknown, the dosage ratio of each medicine is fixed. According to this ratio, whether it is diluted or concentrated, it can be used for research.

At the same time, even if it is just a ratio, ordinary employees still cannot access it. Lingxi is fully responsible for dispensing medicine according to the ratio, making soups, and even handling the residue of the medicine.

The ratio is confidential both in the prescription and in the manufacturer, so it is never too cautious.

Although Lingxi is young, she has rich work experience and is surrounded by top-notch people. She learns from them and is very powerful.

After going through the entire process many times to make sure there were no problems, Shen Roujiao and Zhou Huaiyue planned to go to Inner Mongolia to find a "doctor".

The Mongolian medicine factory is in Hot City, Inner Mongolia. There is no direct train between Yunnan and Yunnan, so they have to transfer in Beijing. It took them a week on the road, and they arrived in Hot City in the last two days of June.

They had no time to rest. The next morning after arriving, they went downstairs to have breakfast and planned to walk around the pharmaceutical factory after lunch to chat with local people and learn as much as possible about the actual situation. At lunchtime, they squatted in a small restaurant near the pharmaceutical factory and asked employees about the news of the "doctor".

If the situation is true, and there is such a strange man as rumored, Shen Roujiao will try her best to take him down.

There are two Mongolian restaurants next to the hotel. The breakfast was milk tea and Hada cake. The two people who were not used to it strolled to the breakfast stall on the next street corner and ordered some steamed buns and porridge.

As they were eating, they heard a tapping sound not far away. A fair-skinned boy of about twelve or thirteen came along the wall, tapping his cane. The shop owner heard the sound, looked up and called out, "Zi Qiao, where's your brother?"

The boy stopped, touched the wall with his hand, and turned his ear to the direction of the sound. "He's washing his face. He'll be here soon."

"Or two bowls of mutton noodles?"

"Um."

The sound of the cane got closer and closer until it hit the table leg and stopped in front of the stall. The boy leaned the cane against the edge of the table and groped around for the dining chair.

"Here!" Shen Roujiao pushed the chair, which was a little far away from him, forward and to the boy's side.

"Thank you, sister." He followed the voice, raised his face and smiled at Shen Roujiao with wide eyes.

What beautiful eyes!

Her eyelashes are slightly curled, and her pupils are brown. Even though her eyes are blurred and unfocused, they are still as bright and lively as clear autumn water.

"Lao Ma, give me less noodles." The sound of footsteps in slippers was heard.

"Brother, I'm here." The boy sitting in the seat raised his hand high.

The man had an untidy beard, one of his eyebrows was swollen, and his cheekbones were bruised. It looked like he had just been beaten and the wounds were very fresh. He was wearing a blue vest, his trouser legs were rolled up, and he was wearing red plastic slippers. He staggered to the front of the stall and looked at Shen Roujiao with an unfriendly look.

Zhou Huaiyue glared back, pulled Shen Roujiao's chair closer to himself and protected it behind him.

"The noodles are here!" Old Ma brought two steaming bowls of noodles and placed them on the dining table. He then told the boy, "Touch them slowly, be careful of the heat."

The man in the blue vest took out a pair of chopsticks, took the empty enamel bowl, blew on a few chopsticks and put them back into the bowl, then picked up a piece of mutton and stuffed it into his brother's mouth, "Let it cool before eating."

As he spoke, he grabbed the little blind man's hand and passed the chopsticks to his brother's palm.

"Have you packed up everything?" Old Ma was busy with his work.

"There's nothing to pack, just a few clothes." The man in the blue vest lazily hooked his feet over to a chair and sat down, crossing his legs, his eyes occasionally glancing at Zhou Huaiyue.

"What time does the bus leave?" Old Ma brought another bowl of noodle soup. This time he did not leave but stood behind the little blind man.

"Three o'clock in the afternoon." The boy turned around, blinking his beautiful eyes, looking excited.

Old Ma touched his head, his face full of pity, "When your eyes get better, you must write to uncle. No matter how far you are, Uncle Ma will come to see you. Ah!" His eyes were red, and he raised his hand to wipe away the tears that did not fall.

"I'm really glad to see him. I'll bring him back to see you. Don't run around. My sister-in-law is not in good health." The man in the blue vest patted Lao Ma's arm and rubbed his upturned head. "Eat quickly."

After a while, Zhou Huaiyue and Shen Roujiao finished their breakfast, paid and left. The man in the blue vest pointed at their backs and asked, "Are these two drug dealers?"

"I guess so. Just now the girl asked me where the Mongolian medicine factory is located." After saying that, Lao Ma remembered something and asked, "Have you received your money?"

The man in the blue vest put his index finger to his lips. He didn't want to mention the money in front of his brother, so he just said "hmm" casually.

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After leaving the breakfast stall, Shen Roujiao and Zhou Huaiyue walked towards the pharmaceutical factory in the direction indicated by Lao Ma.

On the way, the two talked about the little blind boy's eyes. Such beautiful eyes could not be seen. Shen Roujiao lamented that fate was too cruel to the boy.

"Don't give up, there is still hope." Although Zhou Huaiyue didn't like the way the men in blue vests looked at people, he could tell from their conversation that the two brothers were still insisting on treatment.

Persevere, and maybe a miracle will happen.

After walking two hundred meters, Shen Roujiao found a small advertisement for a Mongolian medicine factory on a telephone pole. The title was simple and straightforward: Use Zuogui Pills for kidney deficiency!

Another few dozen meters, on the wall at the entrance of the building, "If you are worried about kidney deficiency, use Yougui Pills!"

High, really high!

The word "fear" includes all men, whether they are honest or not.

The density of the small advertisements scared the two of them. They were brainwashed as they walked. There were so many slogans that Shen Roujiao wondered how weak the men in this place were to care so much about kidney function.

In a canteen near the pharmaceutical factory, the legendary interview-style flyer was pasted on the glass window, and Shen Roujiao was reading it intently. A man passing by with a cigarette in his mouth actually took the initiative to greet Zhou Huaiyue, "Mr. Sanhua?!"