The hardest place to enter in the Pharmaceutical Association is not on the tenth floor, but in an inconspicuous laboratory in the far corner of the sixth floor.
Inside the laboratory.
An elderly man with graying hair was holding a stack of experint data, showing them to a girl: "Take a look at this."
He stuffed a pile of A4 sheets recording dicine data into the girl’s hand, more anxious than anyone, speaking quickly and fluently: "After I saw the prescription you sent that day, I conducted several more experints. This is the data record from those experints."
The girl was wearing a black sweater, the hood pulled up, with a face under the brim that was extrely exquisite and eye-catching.
Who else could she be but Nathalie Quinlan?
She was currently sitting on Caleb Dax’s computer chair, looking quite nonchalant, with her delicate white hand holding the stack of docunts Caleb Dax had handed to her, flipping through them page by page.
She flipped through pages quickly.
So fast it seed like she wasn’t seriously looking at them, skimming ten lines at a glance.
In less than five minutes, Nathalie Quinlan finished looking through what Caleb Dax had given her, placed the stack of experint data on the computer desk, sitting lazily, saying: "I’m done looking."
"Did you see my last batch of data?"
Caleb Dax paced back and forth, saying: "In the previous batches, I added Astragalus according to your prescription, but in the last batch I replaced Astragalus with Ganoderma, and the dicinal component significantly improved. Do you want..."
Before he finished speaking.
Nathalie Quinlan flipped through the experint data on the desk again, interrupted him without a second thought: "I want to promote this dicine so ordinary people can afford it. In that case, the cost of Ganoderma is too high; it’s not economical."
The Pharmaceutical Association has nurous precious herbs like hairs on a cow, with storerooms full of ginseng and Ganoderma that are moldy from sitting unused.
Caleb Dax’s experints use not ordinary Ganoderma, but the Flesh Ganoderma she bought for Uncle Cagwin at the underground auction before.
These centuries-old Flesh Ganoderma are extrely rare and hard to find!
If she uses them occasionally, then there’s enough.
But she wants to use them widely, which is clearly unrealistic.
Even if it could be achieved, only the upper class could afford this kind of dicine.
Then what difference does this improved small pill have from the small pill she gave Lowie Wilmar to circulate on the black market before?
Nathalie Quinlan lowered her eyes, her fingers resting on the paper, pursed her lips, her voice slightly hoarse, said: "I promised my grandfather I would promote this dicine to everyone, and since I’ve made this promise, my word must count."
"If you replace Flesh Ganoderma with regular Ganoderma, the effect is similar to Astragalus, so using ordinary Astragalus and Ganoderma doesn’t make much difference."
Caleb Dax was left speechless by her statent, unable to find words for a mont.
His heart was solely set on dicine, uninterested in anything else.
Rather than whether a dicine could be widely promoted for the benefit of society, he focused more on perfecting the dicine’s effect to the extre.
Nonetheless, after what Nathalie Quinlan said, he didn’t insist on his own idea further.
Caleb Dax thought about the girl’s words, simulated the effect of replacing Astragalus with regular Ganoderma in his mind, and had to admit Nathalie Quinlan was right. The difference in effect between using Astragalus and the effect of the prescription she gave wasn’t substantial.
Thinking about his over-a-month research that yielded nothing, he felt sowhat uncomfortable, but more than discomfort, he felt relieved.
His month-long research didn’t yield a better prescription, which indicates that the prescription Nathalie Quinlan had given was already the best.
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