After dealing with Chen Haodong's matter, Ye Fan stopped following up and left everything to Cai Ruyan to arrange.
His attention shifted to Chunxiao needle water.
He watched the news and saw that the number of pneumonia cases in Hong Kong was increasing, and the number of people involved was unstoppably approaching 500.
The entire Hong Kong city's medical system is facing a formidable enemy, and more than 10 million citizens are terrified.
This caused everyone to wear masks and go to the Life Group, asking Han Xiangbei to quickly mass-produce Chunxiao so that all patients' illnesses could be contained.
Because of the effect of Chunxiao, Han Xiangbei became the light of the port city. He was not only supported by countless people, but also had the hope of patients and their families.
"The conditions of the first batch of ten patients who were injected with Chunxiao improved further today."
"The attending doctor at Notre Dame Hospital declared that these first batch of patients can recover with up to three infusions."
"Life Group has obtained the approval from the Medical Department and is expected to start mass production of Chunxiao in the afternoon. One hundred tubes will be produced tomorrow for patients with severe illnesses!"
"The price of Chunxiao is tentatively set at 100,000 yuan per tube, and the Medical Department will subsidize 6,000 yuan per tube..."
At noon the next day, while Ye Fan was cooking the medicinal ingredients, the TV news kept broadcasting the good news about Chunxiao. Apparently the authorities needed it to stabilize people's hearts.
Han Xiangbei also appeared on TV.
Standing 1.8 meters tall, he is not only majestic, but also has strong muscles, as if they were made of steel bars.
He responded to the reporter's interview with high spirits, telling Chunxiao that production was slow because new drugs require caution, and experts and workers were not yet familiar with the process.
As for the price of 100,000 a piece, Life Group has invested too much.
One hundred thousand is already the cost price, and its sales in both inland and overseas markets start at three hundred thousand.
"merchant……"
Although Ye Fan has not dealt with Han Xiangbei, seeing his image and words on TV made him think of Huo Shangyin involuntarily.
The styles of the two are so similar.
However, Ye Fan didn't pay too much attention and continued to shift his energy to brewing the medicinal materials. He used pots and pans to brew the pills with all his strength.
After a day and a night, a hundred pills were brewed, which could specifically resolve the sequelae of Chunxiao.
Ye Fan also gave it a drug name of Breaking Dawn.
"bite--"
As soon as Ye Fan put the hot pills on the plate, the phone in his arms vibrated.
He took it out and saw a video request.
Ye Fan took it in with a smile, and his eyes suddenly lit up with a graceful figure.
In the octagonal pavilion, Yuan Qingyi was standing in front of a piece of rice paper, holding a brush and writing stroke by stroke.
An elegant purple cheongsam with a deep purple waist and three thousand blue silk threads flying lightly along the skirt. The purple hair bun on her head shines brightly in the sunlight.
Although it was just a silhouette practicing calligraphy, the slender and slender figure, and the outline as beautiful as the rain in the sky, took Ye Fan's breath away.
Ye Fan looked at Yuan Qingyi's unbelievably beautiful face and felt her noble and awe-inspiring temperament.
Especially the woman's eyes that looked back at him later, with a calm smile and endless clarity, seemed to contain indescribable longing and charm.
Ye Fan felt inexplicably soft in his heart.
"Ye Fan..."
Yuan Qingyi turned her pretty face to the side with a calm and peaceful smile: "Does the handwriting I wrote look good?"
While speaking, she lifted up a piece of rice paper.
There are no poems or famous quotes on it, just simple Ye Fan.
It's just this name, a hundred times, occupying every corner of the rice paper.
And each stroke penetrated the back of the paper, as if the name Ye Fan was to be carved into the paper and into my heart.
"good."
Ye Fan's eyelids twitched: "It's just that my name is not worthy of your writing skills."
Although they were thousands of miles apart across the screen, Ye Fan could still feel the emotions on the rice paper and Yuan Qingyi's passion.
Yuan Qingyi smiled coquettishly: "I have so many names in my heart. If I don't write it out, I'm afraid I'll hurt myself."
"President Yuan, are you teasing me like this?"
Ye Fan laughed loudly and evaded the important point: "And you should be very busy now, with so many things to do, how can you have time to video chat with me?"
"The matter has basically been dealt with and the situation has stabilized. Now I am very free."
Yuan Qingyi laughed softly: "Besides, can't I call you? We are people who have lived and died together."
"That's not what I meant."
Ye Fan let out a burst of hearty laughter: "I was just surprised. After all, you have a lot of things to do now."
Yuan Qingyi sat down on the bench, kicked off her high heels, and stretched her legs.
The toes wrapped in stockings were looming in the sun.
"There are indeed a lot of things, but I cut them all quickly."
"I have changed the entire Longdu Martial League. Retired, punished, and imprisoned. There is no longer an eyesore."
"Miao Jingyun has become honest and doesn't dare to challenge me in person anymore."
She smiled at Mark: "When I find the opportunity to give him a show of strength, he will never worry about his position as the Dragon City Mayor again."
"Congratulations on your appointment."
Ye Fan's tone was full of approval: "It seems that I was right to choose you, and I didn't make a mistake."
"This is all your fault."
Yuan Qingyi whispered: "If it weren't for your strong support, how could I be where I am today?"
"It's all the result of your hard work and has nothing to do with me."
Ye Fan picked up a pill with his fingers, then changed the subject and said with a smile: "President Yuan really came here specifically to make things happen today?"
"In addition to updating you on my latest situation, I also want to say sorry to you."
Yuan Qingyi rolled her eyes at Ye Fan, as if to say that he didn't understand the charm, and then her pretty face became more serious:
"I originally wanted Tang Yanxi to fulfill her duties as a landowner and let her take you around the harbor city."
"In order for you to get along harmoniously, I also deliberately concealed your identity."
"I didn't expect that not only did she fail to take good care of you, but she also brought you a lot of trouble."
"Especially the conflict in the hospital. It's really inappropriate for them to waste your kindness."
"I just told them to trust your diagnosis, but they even scolded me."
"They even got angry at me, which shows that they have caused you a lot of grievances."
"I'm so ashamed and want to say sorry to you."
Yuan Qingyi looked at Ye Fan with watery eyes, a hint of unspeakable apology on her pretty face.
"It's okay, it has nothing to do with you, you don't need to apologize."
"And it's not just once or twice that I've been misunderstood. I didn't take this little thing to heart."
Ye Fan smiled faintly. Apparently Tang's mother had complained to Yuan Qingyi, and 90% said he cursed her.
"Besides, they'll suffer a lot soon."
"Based on yesterday's injection, it is estimated that there will be a reaction today."
"It can range from kidney pain or failure to serious complications, which can lead to life worse than death."
"They will not only apologize to me, but also say sorry to you."
For Tang's mother, who was anxious to recover, she would definitely inject Chunxiao as much as possible. She had weak kidneys, and she would react after two days of dying.
"Ah, really?"
Yuan Qingyi's pretty face showed a hint of anxiety: "I told them that you are a master of medical skills and can even cure my foot disease. I have to believe you."
"But they just didn't listen. They also said that you are a barefoot doctor and your medical skills are completely inferior to those of Hong Kong doctors. I was really pissed off."
"Ye Fan, I know they offended you, and you are extremely kind, but I hope you can see my face and save her life if necessary?"
"Tang Yanxi's mother used to help me in Hong Kong City. She is also related to my mother."
She looked at Mark with an embarrassed look.
"Don't worry."
Ye Fan reassured: "I'll go take a look later..."
"bite--"
Before Ye Fan could finish his words, Yuan Qingyi's other phone rang, and she picked it up and glanced at it.
The next second, her pretty face changed instantly:
