Chapter 292: Chapter 292: Health-Preserving Traditional Chinese Medicine

Explore more adventures at M-V-L[System Prompt: The host can spend 5,000 points to purchase a new production machine.]

Upon hearing the system's prompt, Chen Yu's mouth dropped open in astonishment.

Ever since the system had upgraded, accumulating points had become exceedingly difficult for him.

So far, he had only managed to amass a mere ten thousand points or so, and spending five thousand in one go pained him greatly.

However, considering that he could build a production line for medicinal herbs in the shortest time possible, he gritted his teeth and chose to confirm.

Before long, a vast array of mechanical blueprints manifested within his mind.

The machine this time was incredibly complex, involving several core components that, upon assembly, would require a substantial number of points to put together.

Chen Yu didn't bother with these concerns and immediately contacted Zhang Fan.

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Chen Yu dissected the blueprints and sent them to Zhang Fan, along with the deposit for the machine.

Once these matters were settled, he went straight to the medicinal herb factory's laboratory.

When the factory first opened, they had recruited some researchers for scientific research, but as the factory expanded, they had discontinued the research projects and laid off the entire department.

Although the laboratory still housed a wealth of experimental equipment, not a single professional was to be found.

Chen Yu inspected the equipment and found that many pieces had rusted and become damaged, necessitating the purchase of new ones.

After tidying up the place, Chen Yu set up an experimental station and took a portion of the previously acquired medicinal herbs to place on it.

It wasn't long before he manually produced a simple pack of pre-made medicine.

This was a medication specifically for the flu; however, its proper use required following specific medical advice.

After all, every flu was different—if a simple pre-made medicine could cure diseases, there would be no need for doctors in this world.

After preparing the sample medicine packs, Chen Yu sent them to the relevant department for patent application.

Having dealt with these matters, Chen Yu's biggest problem was sales.

If he wanted to sell his products, he would have to collaborate with doctors, and to a certain extent, that meant cooperating with hospitals.

After arranging things at the factory, Chen Yu hurried to the largest traditional Chinese medicine hospital nearby.

By four in the afternoon, Chen Yu was sitting in the office of the hospital's dean.

However, upon sitting down, he noticed a large pile of gifts on the desk, which, judging by the labels, seemed to have all come from the island nation.

Among these gifts was even a stack of gold bars.

Chen Yu frowned; such lavish gifts did not seem like something an ordinary person could afford to give.

As he pondered this, he suddenly saw an invitation next to the gifts, signed by San Mu.

Chen Yu recalled the man from the island nation he had seen at Li Song's home.

It seemed this individual had not given up on promoting his traditional medicine in Suzhou City.

Soon, laughter and cheerful voices came from outside the door as the dean entered the office shoulder to shoulder with San Mu, talking and laughing.

"Mr. San Mu, you are too kind. If your medicine is sold at our hospital, we can guarantee the sales. Besides, these traditional medicines are designed for specific conditions, and even if people are not ill, taking them won't kill anyone," said the dean, almost obsequiously.

These sycophantic words made Chen Yu feel sick to his stomach.

He hadn't expected the dean of this traditional Chinese medicine hospital to be so unprincipled.

Both men were taken aback upon entering the room and seeing Chen Yu.

San Mu tapped his walking stick and stepped forward warmly.

"Ah, if it isn't Mr. Chen. We've met before; I wonder if you remember."

Chen Yu's face was cold, "I'd rather not have any 'fate' with Mr. San Mu!"

With that, he stood up and prepared to leave.

"Wait a moment!" San Mu suddenly stopped him, "Don't be so hasty to leave. I've heard that Mr. Chen has developed some new pre-made medicines; perhaps you could share them so we can exchange knowledge?"

Chen Yu knew all too well that this guy had ulterior motives; he simply wanted to swindle the formula and then sell it as traditional medicine.

"My medicinal formula is too profound. I'm afraid Mr. San Mu wouldn't understand. That's all for today."

Leaving these words behind, Chen Yu walked out the door.

He had not anticipated the dean's shamelessness; to think that he would deal with San Mu just for a bit of short-term profit.

The so-called traditional medicines largely had no actual effect; they were at best dietary supplements.

The pre-made medicinal formula developed by Chen Yu was many times more potent than those traditional remedies.

After leaving the traditional Chinese medicine hospital, Chen Yu visited several other hospitals nearby and found that they had already signed contracts with San Mu and had stockpiled a considerable amount of traditional medicine.

This left Chen Yu feeling somewhat helpless; at this rate, there would be no market for his medicines.

Just then, his phone began to ring insistently.

"Hello, Zhou Shengtao, what's up?"

"Chen Yu, do you remember the nursing home we visited last time? Hurry over; I'm waiting for you here."

Zhou Shengtao's tone was very grave; it seemed like something serious had occurred, and Chen Yu did not dare to delay, driving there right away.

When he arrived, he discovered more than half of the elderly residents had contracted the same diarrheal illness, which appeared to be food poisoning.

Zhou Shengtao and several others were frantically pacing, uncertain of what to do.

Even the experts and doctors at the nursing home were at a loss.

Seeing Chen Yu arrive, Zhou Shengtao immediately reached for him, gripping his arm as if clutching at a lifesaver.

"Chen Yu, please take a look; two of the seniors are in so much pain, they nearly passed away."

Chen Yu quickly examined the elderly patients and found a common toxin in their bodies.

"It must be deliberate poisoning; fortunately, the seniors aren't too deeply poisoned yet—there's still a chance to save them!"

With that, he immediately wrote out a prescription and sent Zhou Sheng to get the medicine.

After the medicine arrived, Chen Yu began to prepare it.

In less than an hour, all of the seniors were out of danger.

"Chen Yu, we are lucky to have you here; otherwise, today could have turned into a disaster."

Chen Yu waved it off: "It's nothing major, but the poison these seniors were exposed to is very peculiar. Could you tell me what they have been eating recently?"

A nurse quickly produced a report documenting everything the seniors had consumed.

"All the meals here are tailored; they're not exactly the same. The only thing they have all consumed recently seems to be some kind of health-preserving traditional medicine."