"Dean Hao, I’m not sure what you want to discuss?" Rong Yan had so guesses in her heart, but she didn’t point them out.
"Comrade Rong Yan, no rush, you must be tired from the surgery, have so water first." Dean Hao picked up the thermos on his desk and poured her a cup of water.
Rong Yan hurriedly accepted it, "Thank you, Dean Hao."
It seed that whatever he was asking for must be significant, or why else would he personally pour water for soone of a younger generation like her?
Surprised by the favor... perhaps not.
But, she really was thirsty.
She drank it all at once.
"Would you like more?" Dean Hao asked attentively from the side.
Rong Yan shook her head, "Thank you, no need, by the way, Dean Hao, you can just tell what it is you need."
Otherwise, the excessive eagerness... anyone would feel uncomfortable.
"Actually, I wanted to ask about the few dications you used... I don’t know if it’s possible..." Dean Hao found it sowhat embarrassing to complete his sentence.
He felt it was sowhat unscrupulous.
But he couldn’t help it; he coveted her dications.
Whether it was the dicine she made for Che Hui or for the Qi Family youngster... he thought their effects must be very good.
Moreover, he was quite well-inford... the health check-up results for Old Sir Qin ca out, and it seed much better than last year, apparently due to the nourishing pills.
And these nourishing pills were personally concocted by Comrade Rong Yan.
Being able to prepare dicine... that was truly impressive.
Rong Yan looked at him, "Actually, even if I gave you the prescription, it wouldn’t be useful because it depends on a certain dicinal liquid that only I can concoct. Without it, the dicine would only be a quarter as effective."
It must co from the space’s produce... that’s when the efficacy would be optimal.
Otherwise, it would be no different from ordinary dicine.
And she certainly couldn’t tell other people she possessed such a space, could she?
Additionally, mass production was not realistic, even if things grew faster in her space, she still needed to harvest them.
If she did mass production, she wouldn’t be able to do anything else.
Just harvesting and making dicine all the ti.
That, she couldn’t do.
Honestly, she wasn’t so noble as to work twenty hours a day.
Dean Hao was surprised when he heard her words, "Ah, that dicinal liquid?"
"This dicinal liquid is extrely complex to concoct, very difficult, and has a low success rate. Not to ntion the high cost, so I don’t have much of it."
Dean Hao was a bit disappointed upon hearing this, but he was also very accepting.
"It was indeed presumptuous of , let’s pretend I never ntioned it."
"The hemostatic dicine and the dicine that aids wound recovery... I can provide a few bottles to you, as a gift to those most admirable individuals."
Here in the Military District Hospital, it was obvious who those most admirable individuals were.
Dean Hao’s eyes brightened, "Really? That would be very kind of you. However, we can’t just take your dicine for free; we will pay."
Rong Yan felt it was a bit troubleso, "No need, I can offer you up to fifty bottles of each kind at most. As for the future, I might not have the ti to make more, so I won’t take the money."
If it were another hospital, she probably wouldn’t be so generous.
"How could that be acceptable? We must give you the money. How about we pay you five tis the hospital’s standard price for similar categories? Is that okay?"
Any more than that would probably not work, the hospital isn’t that wealthy after all.
Even a price five tis higher would require a eting and go through a procedure.
Although he is the Dean, the hospital isn’t a one-man show. Of course, he can make a decision on smaller matters like this, but he must hold a eting to inform others.
Rong Yan: "You really don’t need to..."
Dean Hao wasn’t the type to take advantage of a young lady.
"We must, you have to take the money, otherwise, we would be taking advantage of your generosity, and you’re not our hospital staff, so you’re entitled to the money."
First take these dicines for analysis. If they confirm there are no side effects, then in the future... their hospital might co back for more.
Rong Yan: ...
Thank you for being so considerate.
However, she did so quick math; even if they paid five tis the price, for fifty bottles of both dicines, it would only amount to one hundred yuan.
It seed hardly enough to cover the cost of her dicinal ingredients.
Never mind.
"I really don’t need it. At least these, I’m giving to your hospital for free and won’t take any money for it. Anyway, I won’t have much ti to make these dications in the future. When I develop a simplified version, I’ll give you the recipe then."
Dean Hao was moved by her words.
"Comrade Rong Yan, you are truly generous."
Rong Yan: ...
"Dean Hao, you’re too kind. I am just offering a small token of goodwill. By the way, I don’t have much of this dicine on hand, and since it’s quite difficult to make, it will probably take a month to get it to you."
Dean Hao was already grateful for getting the dicine, so he wasn’t concerned about the details.
"There’s no rush, take your ti."
"Dean Hao, if there’s nothing else, then I’ll head back now. Does the hospital have a vehicle going into the city? If so, I’d like a ride."
Dean Hao: "I’ll call soone to take you."
Rong Yan: "That’s fine, thank you!"
Just then, there was a knock on the door from outside the office.
"Co in," said Dean Hao.
Qin Zhen pushed the door open, "Sister-in-law, they said you were with Dean Hao, so I ca over. Are you finished here? If so, I can take you back."
Rong Yan thought the timing was just right.
She nodded, "I’m done, we can leave now."
Turning back, "Dean Hao, then I won’t bother the hospital for a ride, goodbye!"
Dean Hao: "... Goodbye!"
Rong Yan walked out.
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