Similarly, Zhang Feng suddenly realized that relying on a group of executives for research and developnt not only led to insufficient funds but also to inadequate research ability.
The scale was far too low to handle extraordinary projects.
Yet, it was precisely their grassroots approach that led to the invention of these ’semi-overclocked’ little pills.
At first glance, they seed useless and sowhat expensive, but they were considered a fun innovation.
Moreover, as long as there was innovation of this kind, many private pharmaceutical ventures might also produce so peculiar drugs, enriching the extraordinary society and contributing to dical-related treatnts.
We cannot rely solely on official efforts and our own initiatives.
After all, the world belongs to everyone globally.
At most, Zhang Feng could turn so things that aren’t quite benevolent into more benevolent ones.
Tap, tap—
As he was musing on the bigger picture, a knock on the door sounded.
From the sound, it was undoubtedly Master Wang.
After waiting for the door to open.
Master Wang now looked very fit, holding two cases of beer in one hand and a hefty alloy sword weighing at least 150 pounds in the other, as if playing.
"What’s with you bringing a sword here?" Zhang Feng paused his thoughts as he observed the stance.
"The sword belonged to the dojo owner." Master Wang laughed heartily as he entered, "He couldn’t carry it, so he had bring it."
"Old Wang ran pretty fast."
The voice ca from downstairs again.
Dr. Wu was carrying skewers, followed by the dojo owner who kept sniffing.
Seeing the dojo owner’s appearance, Zhang Feng chuckled, "Oh, co on, seriously, can’t you just take so dicine for your cold? Must you co to my place for treatnt?
If I don’t invite you for drinks today, are you not going to treat yourself?"
...
There was a lively drinking session.
"Five aces and eight horses..." The dojo owner’s cold got better, lifting his spirits, now he was playing finger guessing gas with Xiaoli.
Master Wang, while talking about delivering the sword, started practicing in the hall.
But given his constitution, lifting was easy; practicing, however, ant the sword swayed with him.
Dr. Wu was quietly reviewing a briefing docunt.
It was about the little pill.
About two minutes.
After Zhang Feng noticed he had finished reading, he asked, "How is this pill, then?"
"Quite good, Mr. Zhang." Dr. Wu praised, "To be honest, our hospital has bought these pills and analyzed them, but we didn’t expect so many encryption processes inside, it’s really difficult to decipher."
"Are you interested in visiting their company?" Zhang Feng got straight to the point, "Moreover, they recently allocated so research strength, aiming to develop dicine for bruises.
I’m thinking of integrating our province’s hospital research capabilities with theirs to solve this problem and co up with an effective bruise treatnt dicine soon.
For instance, if regular dicine takes ten days to heal an injury, this wouldn’t claim to be much more effective, but at least reduce it by one or two days.
So martial artists can recover and train sooner."
"Yes..." Upon hearing serious matters, Master Wang set down the sword, moving his sowhat sore arms, "There are more and more martial artists nowadays.
Sotis in sparring, contact, or even hot-headed fights, this bruise dicine is necessary.
Relying solely on what’s available on the market, the healing process is too slow.
Though at the hospital, you can employ your vibration techniques to repair, which can speed up recovery ti a bit.
But I’ve told people in my martial arts academy that doctors have far more serious patients to treat.
If you get a bump or bruise, just rub it a few tis yourself and you’ll be fine."
"Hmm... indeed..." The dojo owner hadn’t gotten drunk, "I’ve noticed this too and organized the martial arts academy accordingly.
But if we can speed it up, then let’s do it, right, Old Wu, Master Zhang, what can I contribute here?"
"Just continue playing your gas." Zhang Feng dismissed him, focusing solely on the interested Dr. Wu, "If you are considering this, I’ll have President Hai contact you.
Then, you coordinate with them.
I rember you’re now the provincial dical association president?"
"Yes." Dr. Wu smiled, "Thanks to Mr. Zhang, I’m still young but reached such a high position."
"You’re almost fifty, Old Wu, not that young anymore." Zhang Feng shook his head, "Make sure to exercise more when there’s nothing going on.
Once this matter is settled, regardless of anything, I’ll have soone take over all your work.
Once you learn visualization, that’s when you can return to your post."
"Mr. Zhang..." Dr. Wu wanted to say sothing, worried more about future patients.
"That’s that." Zhang Feng interrupted directly, "Whatever I say, you just follow.
Besides, once you master visualization, overclocked training becos relatively easier; then you can treat even more people than now."
Zhang Feng knew Dr. Wu just wanted to heal patients.
Using this as leverage could push him to comply.
Zhang Feng didn’t want the years to pass with friends aging one by one and leaving.
Reality can’t be paused.
...
Evening.
On a freezing day, snow covered the ground.
In the streets.
Zhang Feng wore his hat, sunglasses, and mask, looking back at Dr. Wu and others, who were rubbing their hands together,
"Stop rubbing, start jogging to warm up."
...
The next morning.
At ho.
Zhang Feng got out of bed, gazing outside.
Most of the snow on the ground had vanished, cleaned up by sanitation workers.
"Hehe..."
On the distant street below, there were young people exercising in the morning, punching while running.
Such scenes were common, even seeing white-collar workers with briefcases doing slow jogging while boxing.
The martial arts atmosphere was becoming increasingly intense.
Out of every five hundred people on the street, one hundred were martial arts practitioners, with at least one being a professional.
The rest were sowhat familiar with basic martial arts knowledge.
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