Who doesn’t want to make money after being reborn?

Chapter 607: Old Chinese Medicine Practitioner Liu Baiyan
"The antidote I can make now can only suppress the virus for 3-5 years at most. If the virus sweeps in after this period, it will definitely be a troublesome matter."

Upon hearing this, Luo Hui couldn't help but frowned and said:

"Then there is no way to make a permanent antidote?"

"this."

"There is a way, but it can be done."

"Oh, Mr. Huang!"

Jiang Zhixue, who was beside Mr. Huang, saw that Mr. Huang was hesitating and immediately interrupted him and said:
"This is in Mr. Luo's company. The confidentiality is even better than that of the President's office."

"If you have anything to say, just say it. We are all waiting here."

“There is a way.”

After taking a sip of water, Mr. Huang slowly spoke:
"Thirty years ago, I had a fellow apprentice named Liu Baiyan."

"Old Liu and I haven't seen each other for more than 20 years."

When talking about this fellow disciple, tears seemed to well up in Mr. Huang's eyes.

"We both became disciples of the country's top master at the time. After we finished our studies, we took two different paths."

"At that time, I was very ambitious and wanted to start my own pharmaceutical company, build my own brand, and use my medical skills to realize my own life value."

"But my fellow junior fellow student specializes in Chinese medicine. His dream is to use his skills to cure diseases and save lives, and to heal the poor in the world."

Upon hearing this, Luo Hui gradually became interested in Liu Baiyan mentioned by Mr. Huang.

"So according to what you said, this Liu Baiyan can develop an antidote to completely cure the virus?"

Mr. Huang nodded, and then said:

"Although we are studying in different fields, my junior fellow apprentice's medical skills are not inferior to mine. In fact, they are even more outstanding than mine."

"It's just that we haven't been in touch for decades, and I don't know where he is now. I don't know if he can give me this face."

"Since your junior fellow apprentice's dream is to use his medical skills to heal the people of the world, isn't this the best opportunity for him to show his skills?"

Luo Hui smiled and said:

"Don't worry, as long as the antidote can be developed, no matter how many doses are made, all the expenses will be paid by me and distributed to the people for free."

"Although this is not profitable, it is a merit for me to be able to end the epidemic in the country."

Upon hearing this, everyone present, including Meng Yiyan and Jiang Zhixue, couldn't help but widen their eyes.

They really couldn't believe how much money they would lose if the antidote was distributed for free.

Judging from the cost of building the pharmaceutical company and the cost of the antidote, distributing the antidote for free would cost at least tens of billions of dollars.

And if he drives up the price of the antidote at this critical moment, he can make at least tens of billions.

"Mr. Luo, are you sure you want to do this?"

"Now many pharmaceutical companies are eyeing the big cake of virus antidote."

"Everyone outside is trying to get a piece of the pie, and even some large foreign pharmaceutical companies are involved."

"If we distribute the antidote for free at this time, it will definitely arouse the envy of some people."

"That should be quite a big trouble then!"

Meng Yiyan leaned close to Luo Hui's ear and said very seriously.

Luo Hui didn't react after hearing this. He just gave Meng Yiyan a reassuring look and continued:
"In that case, why don't we hurry up and find out Liu Baiyan's whereabouts, and then recruit him for our own use."

At the same time, in the 911 Building in Baicheng, Jiangnan, Zhang Huabei, chairman of the North China Group, got up early.

After the servants disinfected and cleaned the room, Zhang Huabei called his eldest son and asked him to come to his room.

Zhang Huabei has been working hard in Baicheng, a first-tier city, since he was 20 years old. Now at the age of 50, he has become a household name as the richest man in Baicheng with his extraordinary business acumen.

And it is such a successful man who is experiencing a great torture in his life.

His youngest son Zhang Qi is a playboy who indulges in bar life every day.

Shortly after the outbreak of the epidemic, Zhang Qi was inexplicably infected with the virus.

But Zhang Qi's virus is different from other people's viruses.

Other people who are infected with the virus only lose their basic ability to move and have symptoms such as fever.

However, the virus in Zhang Qi's body mutated, and he had been vomiting blood since the moment he became ill.

At least 500 ml of blood is vomited every day.

In order to stabilize Zhang Qi's vital signs, Zhang Huabei had to ask his private doctor to transfuse human blood into Zhang Qi every day to maintain his health.

The reason why Zhang Huabei got up so early today was because he had heard about an old Chinese doctor who could treat the virus.

I heard that this Chinese medicine doctor lived in a small fourth-tier city, Far East City, and opened a Jishitang in this city. Since he settled in Far East City, the virus in the city has been under control very well until the outbreak.

It is said that all the credit goes to this old Chinese doctor alone.

So Zhang Huabei decided to take his eldest son Zhang Qinghua to find out what was going on.

If this old Chinese doctor can really cure the virus, then invite him back to treat my youngest son.

If I can really cure my younger son, I will keep this old Chinese doctor by my side and use his prescriptions to mass-produce the antidote for the virus.

As long as the antidote can be mass-produced, a huge amount of money can be made by selling it.

Because he was worried about taking his youngest son to the hospital, Zhang Huabei didn't sleep well that night.

Zhang Qi’s current situation can be described as extremely pessimistic.

His problem of vomiting blood every day has not been improved to this day.

Although Zhang Qi is still conscious now, he is in great pain.

Since contracting this disease, Zhang Qi's health has become weaker and weaker.

Even if he is cured, he will most likely become a disabled person in the future and will never be able to hang out in nightclubs again.

For Zhang Qi, this kind of life is worse than hell.

No matter who it is, if they vomit blood every day for half a month, their mental state would probably be worse than Zhang Qi's.

What's more, Zhang Qi has been spoiled since he was a child.

It was hard for Zhang Qi to accept that he suddenly had to eat, drink, defecate and urinate in bed and could not take care of himself.

Therefore, Zhang Huabei hopes to cure his youngest son Zhang Qi's illness as soon as possible.

If the old Chinese doctor can really cure Zhang Qi's illness, it would be best to recruit him again.

In the current environment, if he could monopolize the market for virus antidotes, he would surely make a fortune.

It was because of this hope in his heart that Zhang Huabei was so worried about it that he didn't sleep much the whole night.

Early in the morning, before it was fully light, Zhang Huabei got up early.

He didn't even have time to eat breakfast. He called his eldest son Zhang Qinghua over and prepared to set off immediately to find the old Chinese doctor who could cure the mutated virus in his younger son's body.

In the large truck worth tens of millions, Zhang Huabei was extremely excited.

Since Zhang Qi was born, Zhang Huabei had another son in his old age and has always been very caring towards Zhang Qi.

As long as it was a request made by Zhang Qi, Zhang Huabei basically agreed to it.

But at this moment, Zhang Qinghua felt extremely anxious and depressed.

Rather than hoping that Zhang Qi would recover from his illness, he actually hoped that his brother would stay in bed forever like he is now.

After all, there are only two heirs to the entire Zhang Group: himself and his younger brother.

If things could always be like this, even if my younger brother wasn't dead, my father would never give the position of heir to a useless person like my younger brother.

Only in this way can he safely and securely obtain the position of the sole heir.

Immediately, Zhang Qinghua glanced at his father with his peripheral vision, then asked cautiously and tentatively:
"Dad, do you think this old Chinese doctor has any real skills?"

"It's no big deal if he can't cure his brother's illness, but what if he makes his brother worse?"

"I see people posting this on the internet a lot now. There are many scammers pretending to be old Chinese doctors and cheating people. They pretend to be doctors who can help the world, but they secretly kill many people with their medicines."

"I'm sure it'll be alright."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Huabei simply responded indifferently.

Now, as long as there is a tiny chance, no matter whether it is true or false, for the sake of his son's illness, Zhang Huabei is willing to take the risk to find out the truth.

The reason why people have so much trust in this old Chinese doctor is that there have been many cases in the local area where people have recovered from very serious viruses thanks to the old Chinese doctor's treatment.

In Zhang Huabei's opinion, even if his younger son's virus could not be completely cured, it would always be okay to let the old Chinese doctor prescribe some medicine to alleviate the condition.

"I heard from an acquaintance that this old Chinese doctor has cured many virus patients in the local area, and the symptoms of these virus patients are not mild."

"He can cure so many people, I don't believe your brother is the only one missing."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Qinghua's heart couldn't help but hang in the balance again.

An hour later, the convoy of Zhang father and son stopped at the gate of Jishidiang.

As soon as the Zhang family's bodyguard opened the car door for the Zhang father and son, they were instantly surprised that Jishidiang was worthy of its reputation.

It was only six o'clock in the morning, but there was already a long queue of dozens of people forming in front of Jishidiang's door.

"It seems that this old Chinese doctor Liu Baiyan is indeed worthy of his reputation. Even if the current national master Huang were to perform the consultation, he might not be able to achieve such an effect."

At this moment, the secretary who was in charge of getting information walked up to Zhang Huabei with a frown on his face and whispered:
(End of this chapter)