You were tasked with guarding the Sihang Warehouse, and you brought out a Tiger tank?

"A high-yield strain?!"

Wang Kangning was utterly shocked.

"Really?"

This is as unbelievable as a vocational school student in later generations suddenly announcing that he has solved Goldbach's Conjecture.

Wang Kangning broke down. Was this still the familiar motherland he remembered?

Dilapidated, backward, ignorant...

Could it be that he's been studying abroad for so long, and things have changed drastically in China?

On a grand scale, in the field of bioscience and technology, it has directly surpassed the Western powers, and even has the technology to induce bacterial mutations.

Lin Feng placed his hands, fingers interlaced, firmly on his knees and smiled slightly: "Absolutely true."

Wang Kangning's eyes widened, knowing that the person in front of him, a big shot who ruled most of Shandong Province and commanded tens of thousands of armored soldiers, would not joke with him.

"Hahaha, the country is fortunate, and I, Wang, am fortunate indeed!"

With deep fermentation technology, plus high-yield strains.

The large-scale production of penicillin will no longer be a fantasy in the laboratory, but a reality within reach!

"General Lin!"

Wang Kangning took a step back and solemnly bowed to Lin Feng.

"I take back my rudeness."

If you can actually provide these devices and strains.

I, Wang Kangning, am selling my life to you!

I promise I'll make this plate of nicotine for you!

"good!"

Lin Feng stood up and patted Wang Kangning's shoulder forcefully.

"From today onwards, you are the factory director and chief engineer of the First Pharmaceutical Factory in North China of Daxia."

We'll give you manpower if you need manpower, and money if you need money.

I just want the finished product.

A few days later, on the outskirts of Qingcheng Port.

A tall barbed wire fence has been erected outside a former large Japanese textile factory that was confiscated.

The guards of the 33rd Army Corps were stationed every three steps and sentries every five steps, completely surrounding the area.

Several heavy machine guns were mounted on a high point, their dark muzzles pointing towards the surrounding road.

Anyone who approaches Lin Feng without his written order will be killed without exception.

Lin Feng personally tore down the red silk from the gate.

A brand new wooden sign was revealed.

Daxia North China First Pharmaceutical Factory.

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At this moment, Chen Xiuming was wearing a brand-new white sterile suit, a mask and a hat, following behind Wang Kangning.

He was a young teaching assistant in the Department of Chemistry at the former National Shandong University, and has now been assigned to Wang Kangning as his assistant.

When the school relocated, he had no choice but to stay in Qingchenggang because his mother was seriously ill and bedridden.

During the Japanese occupation, he could only make a living by selling calligraphy and paintings on the street, enduring humiliation and contempt.

After the 33rd Army Corps recaptured Qingcheng Port, it issued a recruitment order.

Chen Xiuming signed up with the attitude of giving it a try.

Unexpectedly, the military government not only immediately provided medicine to cure his mother's illness, but also gave him a generous resettlement allowance.

Today is his first day entering the core workshop of this mysterious "First Pharmaceutical Factory".

The disinfection process is extremely complicated.

Change clothes, wash hands, and spray disinfectant.

Chen Xiuming had some doubts.

What kind of business could a factory run by a warlord be so secretive about?

He knew the industrial base of the Great Xia Dynasty better than anyone.

If they can't even make a decent beaker, how can they possibly make high-tech pharmaceuticals?

"Dr. Wang, I think the security outside this factory is even tighter than that at headquarters."

Chen Xiuming said in a low voice.

"Are we building some top-secret weapon? A poison gas bomb?"

"It's something even more powerful than weapons."

Wang Kangning wore a mask, but his eyes were full of excitement.

"Director Chen, today you will witness a miracle in the history of medicine in Great Xia, no, in the history of world medicine."

We arrived at the core production area.

Chen Xiuming was stunned after just one glance.

In the spacious and bright workshop, rows of huge stainless steel tanks, several meters high, stand majestically.

"This is a 7,500 gallon deep liquid fermentation tank."

Wang Kangning walked to the fermentation tank and stroked the cold, smooth stainless steel shell as if caressing a lover.

"Equipped with a fully automatic sterile air filtration system and a valve for precise pH control."

That's a high-speed centrifuge over there, and behind it is a vacuum freeze dryer.

Wang Kangning became more and more excited as he spoke, and his voice trembled.

???

As Chen Xiuming listened to these unfamiliar professional terms, his mind went blank with dizziness.

This is something that the Great Xia Dynasty could not have possessed in 38 years.

"Teacher, these...these devices..."

"This is a miracle that transcends time."

Wang Kangning's eyes welled up with tears.

"Xiu Ming, we have these things."

At this moment, the biopharmaceutical technology of Great Xia has left the rest of the world far behind!

General Lin is truly a divine being!

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The next fourteen days.

The Daxia North China First Pharmaceutical Factory has entered a state of continuous operation under complete lockdown.

Wang Kangning, along with Chen Xiuming and dozens of recruited technical personnel, lived and ate at the factory.

They worked in three shifts, keeping a close eye on the dials on the fermentation tanks 24 hours a day.

Temperature, pressure, pH, and the amount of sterile air supplied.

Every piece of data must be accurate.

The system-provided high-yield mutant Penicillium strain (NRRL-1951-B25) exhibits an extremely terrifying reproductive capacity.

Nourished by the nutrient solution, the Penicillium mold in the fermentation tank grew wildly, producing large amounts of penicillin.

On the morning of the fourteenth day.

Lin Feng led Lin Peiji to the core workshop of the pharmaceutical factory.

Today marks the day when the first batch of penicillin was produced.

The atmosphere in the workshop was extremely tense.

"Reporting to General Lin, the drying process is complete."

Wang Kangning took the notebook and went to Lin Feng.

Lin Feng nodded. Whether it would work out or not depended on today.

He gave the order: "Open the hatch."

Several workers turned the valves and slowly opened the heavy door of the dryer.

A faint, distinctive scent wafted out.

The stainless steel tray was covered with a layer of pure white, fine powder.

"We did it! We did it!"

Wang Kangning was so moved that tears streamed down his face, and he hugged Chen Xiuming tightly.

"Feed to the filling line."

Wearing masks and gloves, the female workers began to precisely dispense white powder into small glass bottles on the assembly line.

Wang Kangning walked over to Lin Feng and pointed to the assembly line, explaining:

"These small glass bottles were made by a local glass factory in Qingchenggang."

The seal is temporarily made with cork that has been sterilized at high temperature.

Then wrap it with a layer of wax-soaked oil paper to prevent moisture.

Although the packaging is a bit simple, the efficacy of the medicine inside is absolutely guaranteed.

Lin Feng picked up a small glass bottle.

The glass bottle was rough, with a rustic cork stopper and oil paper.

It looks like the kind of liniment sold in roadside pharmacies.

The white powder inside looks unremarkable.

But in Lin Feng's eyes, this thing was a hundred times more precious than gold of the same weight.

"Young Master, is that all?"

Lin Peiji leaned closer, looking curiously at the small bottle.

"Can such a small amount of white powder really cure those severely wounded soldiers with purulent infections?"

"Uncle Pei-ki, don't underestimate it."

Lin Feng put the glass bottle back on the tray and sneered.

"This small vial contains a dose of 100,000 units."

However, on the battlefield, injecting a wounded soldier with 5,000 to 10,000 units of penicillin can ensure that the wound will not become infected later.

And those wounded soldiers whose wounds were infected and suppurating, whose fevers wouldn't break, and who were practically on the verge of death, could be pulled back from the brink of death with just a few tens of thousands of units of medication!

Upon hearing this, Lin Peiji stroked his beard, his face full of surprise.

"How much is the production?" Lin Feng asked, turning his head.

"Only two fermentation tanks were started in the first batch. A total of 100 bottles were produced. If all of them are put into production later, 400-500 bottles can be produced every half month."

"100 bottles is enough."

Lin Feng held the glass bottle in his hand, a cold smile playing on his lips:

"Uncle Peiji, take this batch of medicine with you."

Let's go and meet those arrogant foreigners.

It's time to show them what a real medical miracle is.