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Chapter 654 The Old Military Doctor's Kidney-Nourishing Soup! (Second Update!)

After reporting the information to Number 0, Andreevich waved his right hand, and the people next to him stepped forward with bitter faces to collect the body.

Number 0, naturally, is Musa.

Inside the palace, he put down the phone and looked at Sall with a puzzled expression: "I don't understand why you killed Lahman. If we had kept him alive, we could have maximized our profits."

"No, no, no!" Salle raised his eyes and shook his head, rejecting Musa's idea:
"You're mistaken. His death would be in everyone's best interest."

"If we want to ease tensions with those bastards, then this is the perfect time for us to play dumb and let Lahman's allies continue to eke out a living."

"In the history of China, there was once a person who did this: he collected the letters of the rebels and burned them in front of everyone."

"Then, those rebels became devoted to him."

The simple explanation made Musa slowly realize what was going on. He squinted and asked uncertainly, "You expect them to be devoted to you?"

“We are all Arabs, and you should know better than me what genes are hidden in our bloodlines!”

The words of advice echoed around Sal, and under Musa's gaze, Sal shook his head vigorously again:
"No, no, no, I don't have such a broad mind."

"That ancient Chinese man wanted unification; he wanted to rule a vast empire; he needed so many people."

"But I am not!"

"Saudi Arabia is not big, I don't need that many people. Lahman is dead, so there's no way to prove it to them or to us."

"I can consider everyone who has a grudge against me as Lahman's ally!"

Under Musa's gaze, Salle finally revealed his purpose, and after saying a few words, he gave Musa a gentle smile.

After saying those words, Musa licked his dry lips and asked, "Alright, who should we add?"

Saller continued with a gentle smile, "Let's see how they perform!"

As the two were talking, several more phone calls came in from different areas of Riyadh, but all of them brought the same message.

Those were the rebels; they've already been wiped out.

Another phone call came in, and sunlight, following the ringing of the phone, streamed in through the window and fell on Sal and Musa's faces.

Feeling the sunshine, Saller stretched and said, "Let's go, it's over!"

"Now it's time to add bricks and tiles to our rebel ranks and increase their numbers!"

"By the way, I should also give my brother a heads-up!"

…………

Suzhou.

When Saeed received a call from Salle saying that the incident had been resolved and that Lahman had been chopped into pieces by bullets, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he was abroad, he still paid attention to the situation in Saudi Arabia. He was able to eat and drink well and live a carefree life because he was the King of Saudi Arabia.

With Sall in power, he can continue to eat and drink well.

If that bastard Lahman comes to power, then I'll have no choice but to flee overseas.

That won't work.

Now that I've finally received the news, I can finally relax and enjoy a proper meal.

He put down the phone, turned around quickly, and shouted to the butler, "Hurry up! Good news from back home! Those bastards, Lahman, have been chopped into mincemeat! Go and prepare something for me. I want to have a good drink and a good meal to celebrate!"

Not far away, the butler was discussing with nutrition and health experts. Upon hearing this, he slowly turned his head:
“My dear brother, Your Majesty, you need to drink 3000 ml of water, 500 ml of milk, 300 grams of carbohydrates, 500 grams of meat, and 300 grams of dietary fiber today.”

"And you also need to complete 10 pull-ups, 20 push-ups, and a 2-kilometer slow walk..."

With each number the butler announced, Saeed's face grew more desperate. When the last number was announced, he laboriously raised his right hand and extended it to the butler: "Can't there be an exception today?"

The butler shook his head: "No!"

"Because according to Mr. Lin, he has already gathered relevant biopharmaceutical experts to prepare the drug in the laboratory."

"If nothing unexpected happens, it will be released in the next few days."

"You wouldn't want to find yourself unable to use the medicine later, would you?"

"Mr. Lin also said that if you don't need it, he will sell it to other rich people."

"Anyway, I already asked you, and it was you who didn't want it."

The butler spoke slowly and deliberately, each sentence like a knife stabbing into Said's heart.

After a long silence, he reached out his left hand to the butler: "Make a phone call, I need to ask Lin Yi!"

The butler naturally took out his phone, dialed Lin Yi's number, asked Lin Yi to say a few words of persuasion on the phone, and then handed the phone to Said.

Upon receiving the phone, Sayed immediately asked, "If you can clearly do it, why did you need so much equipment last time?"

Lin Yi on the phone spoke his mind directly, replying, "I'm afraid you'll die!"

"If the finished product is 100 points, then what we're doing now is only about 20 points."

"These 20 points can help you get the equipment and the new product out."

"Just one question: do you want to endure it or not?"

"If you don't want it, then I'll have them do less!"

Along with the voice on the phone, the sound of a landline dialing came from Lin Yi's end, which made Said instantly anxious: "No!"

"I didn't say I didn't want it!"

"Besides, I've already given you the money. You can't let something happen to me, your big spender!"

"Give me two more servings, I'll drink a little more, and that should get me 40 points!"

"I've been exercising more these past few days, trying my best to pull through!"

"I'm hanging up now!" After hanging up the phone, Said turned to the butler, took a few deep breaths, and then said loudly, "Let's go, training!"

The butler nodded, took the phone, called two bodyguards, and went out with Saeed.

Ten minutes later, they returned to the hotel, covered in sweat.

"Why is it so hot!"

…………

After hanging up the call with Said, Lin Yi pressed the dial button on the landline and called Di Yanjun.

I made three calls, but no one answered.

Left with no other choice, he had to call Leng Yun.

Leng Yun seemed to have plenty of free time; when she made the call, the other party answered quickly.

Upon learning that Lin Yi had called to inquire about the progress of the medicine, Leng Yun immediately began to complain:
"You know, you could have at least given this perfectly good medicine a nicer name."

"If you don't know how to choose a domestic name, you can choose a foreign code name."

"Alpha, Omega, Beta, Gamma, anything will do. Just get me some kidney-tonifying soup from an old military doctor."

"Do you know what the boss said when I took that pile of your documents to report to him that day?"

"My supervisor asked me, 'Is this really not something I'm doing to ask them for subsidies again because of personal reasons?'"

After venting her frustrations, Leng Yun finally got back to the main point: "I asked Di Yanjun this morning, and he said that if things go quickly, he can be out this afternoon."

"Once the experiments are completed on mice, monkeys, and pigs, and they are observed for 72 hours to confirm there are no problems, we can sell them directly to those rich people." After figuring out the current progress, Lin Yi asked a couple more questions before hanging up the phone.

He then sent a message to Said, informing him of the progress and telling him to be prepared.

After delivering the message, he turned his attention back to his work.

It's already May.

It's graduation season again soon. A normal company will recruit new employees every year during graduation season so that it can grow gradually.

Xiaomi Heavy Industry is no exception.

He needs to get the new recruitment plan approved as soon as possible, and then have Wang Bo go around the country to collect French fries according to the plan.

After reviewing the proposal in his hand, he added another condition to the list of conditions provided by Wang Bo.

[Designers with unique ideas can send their work to the email address provided.]

After reviewing the proposal, he left the office with the documents and first found Wang Bo to give him some instructions, especially regarding the unique design.

Xiaomi Heavy Industry needs some unique designs, but not uniquely stupid ones.

After explaining everything, he went to Liu Yongqiang and asked Liu Yongqiang to book him a plane ticket to Yanjing.

The old military doctor's kidney-tonifying soup is about to be released; he needs to go and see it.

After all, he was also very curious about how the drugs made from the formula provided by the system could enhance and alter DNA.

…………

Yanjing.

Wudaokou Institute of Biology.

The centrifuge stopped running, and Di Yanjun didn't dare to delay. He quickly turned on the centrifuge and took out the separated drug test tubes.

He held the test tube up to his eyes, under the light, examined it for a moment, then turned to the student beside him and said:

"Record!"

"After being separated in an ultracentrifuge at 130,000 revolutions per minute for 10 minutes, the liquid drug changed from green to transparent, and no obvious residue was observed."

"It has a noticeably viscous texture when gently shaken."

"The weight remained unchanged before and after weighing!"

After recording the appearance and the weight change of the liquid medicine, Di Yanjun handed the medicine to his senior brother: "Senior brother, please extract 5 ml of the liquid for preservation and sample analysis. How long will that take?"

The eldest brother shook his head: "I don't know, from the beginning of the experiment until now."

"I can still do some analysis on those initial material samples."

"The later the sample composition becomes, the more complex it becomes. I still haven't been able to analyze the sample you asked me to save the day before yesterday."

"With this stuff you have right now!" The senior brother scratched his head, then spread his hands: "I can preserve the sample, but I can't analyze a single thing."

Di Yanjun scratched his head at his senior brother's words. He sighed and continued, "Draw 5 milliliters of sample for preservation. If you can do the analysis, do it; if not, then forget it."

"Now that the samples are collected, we can move on to the next step!"

After speaking with his senior, Di Yanjun left the separator laboratory, returned to the next room, sat down in a chair, picked up the experimental procedure that had been read many times, and rested while reviewing the procedure.

These past few days have been tough, but also very rewarding.

At the very least, he felt that he was quite adept at conducting experiments.

Or rather, it's no longer like before, where one needs to be extremely careful or pray to gods and Buddhas.

The feeling of doing experiments now is that everything is readily available.

The final step in preparing the medicine is to mix the extracted drugs from batches together. The extracted drugs include solids, liquids, and insoluble crystals.

The fusion process alone requires multiple fusion devices. If the Institute of Biology weren't so well-funded, finding these devices would have been a huge undertaking.

We found it, but we still need to see if it works.

Di Yanjun watched for a while, and then fell asleep.

When he woke up again, he was woken up by his senior brother.

His senior brother pointed to the lab next door: "Everything is ready. Now it's up to you to show your skills."

"Even if it doesn't succeed, we will at least have gained valuable experience."

"It will be much easier to combine and manufacture other drugs in the future."

Knowing that his senior brother was trying to comfort him, Di Yanjun pounded his chest with his fist: "Senior brother, don't worry. Putting aside everything else, I, Di Yanjun, am a professional when it comes to fusing medicines."

After he finished speaking, he started walking towards the laboratory next door. He had only taken two steps when his senior's voice rang out behind him: "Um... there are quite a few people coming to watch."

This came a little late, because Di Yanjun had already seen the crowd of onlookers.

Some were wearing military uniforms, some were wearing business jackets, and some were wearing casual clothes.

In short, a huge crowd had already filled the corridor. When they saw Di Yanjun, they quickly made way for him to enter the laboratory.

These people looked at Di Yanjun, and Di Yanjun also looked at these people.

Neither of them greeted each other, and they simply watched as Di Yanjun entered the laboratory.

His senior brother followed him into the lab. The door closed, and Di Yanjun wiped the sweat from his forehead with an alcohol wipe: "That scared me to death!"

The eldest brother turned around: "Is it still possible to do it now?"

"Go for it!" Di Yanjun gritted his teeth, turned around and walked to the side, toward the cabinet displaying the medicines.

Each medication has a label that clearly indicates the correct order and timing, as well as precautions.

He picked up the medicines numbered 0 and 1.

Both drugs are powders and need to be mixed in a 1:1 ratio.

Weigh out equal amounts of the drugs on a balance, then carefully place both drugs into a twin-screw extruder and start the equipment.

The twin-screw extruder starts operating, uniformly blending the two powders.

As the equipment was started, Di Yanjun multitasked, keeping one eye on the timer beside him while observing the equipment with the other, his right hand on the power switch, ready to shut it down as soon as the time was up.

The stopwatch countdown ticked slowly, and the instant it reached zero, he quickly turned it off.

The equipment slowly stopped operating, and after it stopped completely, he removed the white powder inside and put it into a new piece of equipment.

This time, it's a fusion of liquid and solid.

A group of people worked in the lab from morning until noon, took a break to eat, disinfected, and continued in the afternoon.

At 10 p.m., when the last piece of equipment finished operating, Di Yanjun couldn't wait to open the equipment cover and take out the fused medicine from inside.

What appeared before him was a tube of bright yellow liquid that looked like mango juice, the color of which was not particularly striking.

He struggled to restrain himself for a long time before finally managing to suppress the urge to draw his nose to the mouth of the test tube.

He turned around and handed the test tube to his senior: "Senior, check the appearance and take a sample for archiving."

"The discrepancy between the verification and the data!"

(End of this chapter)