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On the way back, Wang Yao was thinking about that matter. Who can I ask for help?

After returning to the clinic, he phoned Sun Yunsheng, who had been informed about when the pharmaceutical factory would start operating. At that time, he had been abroad discussing some very important business, so he could not come back in time. He had specially sent someone to congratulate them. After all, the Sun family also had a small share in the company.

"No problem. I shall arrange for someone to look it right away," Sun Yunsheng immediately said.

He always tried his best to accomplish the things arranged by Wang Yao. Besides, he could not rid himself of this matter either. After all, he was also one of the shareholders of the pharmaceutical company.

"Hao."

"Young Master."

"Sir's pharmaceutical factory has already produced the first batch of medicine," Sun Yunsheng said.

"So fast?"

"Sir has always been outstanding in his work. Our task is to use our strength to promote the medicine." Sun Yunsheng took a sip of tea and said, "Use everything in our power to do so."

"Yes, Sir." Hao turned around and left. Only Sun Yunsheng was left in the room.

"Sir, are you finally willing to release your influence in another way?"

Medicine and making money were a unique combination. Some were profiting, and some were not profitable at all. A business venture like this had not been part of the Sun family's business map. They did not plan to operate it because they had never managed something like it before. If they were to rashly try it, the outcome might not be good. It was different now. Wang Yao had given them a unique and rare opportunity. It was an opportunity to expand their territory and further bridge the gap with him.

The binding of interests had always been an effective way to bridge the gaps in relationships.

In the village, Wang Yao was drinking tea and sitting opposite Pan Jun at the clinic.

"Master, I heard that the first batch of medicine from the pharmaceutical factory has been produced," Pan Jun said.

"Yes, it was a few days ago."

"Alright, I will ask my sister to purchase a batch of it," Pan Jun said. "If necessary, I can say something and the county hospital to give it a try there."

Although he was the director of an emergency department, he could not say much about the medicine the hospital purchased. There were many interests involved in it, including the director and vice president. Pan Jun was a person who liked to make friends and had a good relationship with the colleague in charge of purchasing. One or two kinds of medicines were fine to purchase and try out. In fact, he had full confidence in the medicines produced from Wang Yao's prescription. In this society, one would not necessarily be recognized even if the things one produced were useful and effective. There had to be a process.

"It does not matter," Wang Yao said.

He had more or less heard Pan Jun talk about the situation in the country hospital, and he did not want to put him in a difficult spot.

"It is good medicine. It works well in the consultation department," Wang Yao said.

"Noted. I will tell my sister right now."

After the phone call, Pan Mei agreed without saying another word, but the amount she wanted would not be very much. After all, it was just a small consultation department.

The teacher and student duo were sitting and having tea when another guest arrived.

"Brother Tian."

"Long time no see." Tian Yuantu entered the hospital. Worn out from the journey, his face was filled with fatigue.

He was not alone. He had brought a man with him. The middle-aged man had a very bad complexion. He was medium-sized and bald.

"This is a friend of mine," Tian Yuantu said. "He is not local. He doesn't feel well. He has gone to many hospitals without any effect, so I thought I would introduce him to you."

"Let me take a look. You can sit down to rest and have a cup of tea."

Pan Jun poured him a cup of tea as soon as he heard that.

"Thank you."

"You are welcome."

Wang Yao stared at the man sitting in front of him. The man had labored breathing, looked tired, and kept sighing.

"Where are you feeling unwell?"

"I feel unwell all over," the man said. "I just feel restless and powerless. I want to sleep, but I cannot sleep."

"What is your occupation?"

"I have my own business," the man said. He had not wanted to come to this place, but he could not bear to reject Tian Yuantu's introduction. They were friends and business partners, so he agreed to come to the clinic.

This doctor is indeed very young! He didn't know what skills such a young doctor could have to make his friend, who had been calm all along, hold such high respect for him.

"Business is good, right?"

"It's alright," the man replied.

"You have to entertain a lot of people and basically never eat at home, right?" Wang Yao asked.

"Ah, yes," the man said after a moment of thought. He was normally out and about all day. He would often eat with business partners or some public officials at noon or in the evening.

"You do not have a big problem," Wang Yao said. "It is mainly due to poor rest, fatigue, imbalance of the Yin and Yang, and generally poor health. Rest, and rest well. Adjust your work, rest, and living habits. You will probably recover in less than a month."

"Is that it?" the man asked in surprise.

"It is that simple. I think other doctors likely said that as well."

The man nodded his head. Some other doctors had said that, and there was more than one. He had ignored it because he was too busy. How could he have time to rest? At most, he got about six hours of rest daily. For him, even sleeping in late was a luxury.

"Since someone has already said that, why aren't you listening?"

"Well, I am too busy!"

It was because of the word "busy" again.

"Alright, I have said everything that I am supposed to. Is there anything else?" Wang Yao looked at Tian Yuantu, who was diagonally opposite him drinking tea with Pan Jun.

Wang Yao did not like people who were too busy with their careers and making money and put their health in second place or even lower positions.

"I have nothing else. I am sorry to have imposed on you."

"It's fine." Wang Yao smiled.

"Is that all?"

"Yes, go back and think about it."

Tian Yuantu and the middle-aged man left.

"The young doctor..."

After coming out, Tian Yuantu said, "Lao Zhao, you didn't tell me the truth!"

"What's the matter?"

"Why didn't you listen to the doctor's advice since they already told you that?"

"It's not as if you don't know about my situation," The middle-aged man said. "I am already busy from morning to night and can't settle all the things. When do I have time to rest!"

"You're embarrassing me!" Tian Yuantu sighed.

"Why am I embarrassing you?"

"Forget it, let's go." Tian Yuantu waved his hand. Since things had already happened, it was useless to regret it. Fortunately, this old friend did not say anything that would lead to a conflict.

Outside the clinic, a big Mercedes Benz left the village.

"Master, what illness did that man just now have?"

"An illness that demands money but not life," Wang Yao said with a smile.

"Oh, I see." Pan Jun nodded.

"There are many people like that now."