"Dean Hao, I’m not sure what you want to discuss?" Rong Yan had some guesses in her heart, but she didn’t point them out.
"Comrade Rong Yan, no rush, you must be tired from the surgery, have some 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 seemed that whatever he was asking for must be significant, or why else would he personally pour water for someone 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 me what it is you need."
Otherwise, the excessive eagerness... anyone would feel uncomfortable.
"Actually, I wanted to ask about the few medications you used... I don’t know if it’s possible..." Dean Hao found it somewhat embarrassing to complete his sentence.
He felt it was somewhat unscrupulous.
But he couldn’t help it; he coveted her medications.
Whether it was the medicine she made for Che Hui or for the Qi Family youngster... he thought their effects must be very good.
Moreover, he was quite well-informed... the health check-up results for Old Sir Qin came out, and it seemed 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 medicine... 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 medicinal liquid that only I can concoct. Without it, the medicine would only be a quarter as effective."
It must come from the space’s produce... that’s when the efficacy would be optimal.
Otherwise, it would be no different from ordinary medicine.
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 medicine all the time.
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 medicinal liquid?"
"This medicinal liquid is extremely complex to concoct, very difficult, and has a low success rate. Not to mention 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 me, let’s pretend I never mentioned it."
"The hemostatic medicine and the medicine 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 medicine for free; we will pay."

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