Siheyuan: A master brewer starts with a jar of bone-strengthening wine!

"Okay!" Liu Dong agreed readily. "Let's go take a look!"

On the way, she suddenly tilted her head and asked, "By the way, I heard Jia Dongxu lives in the same compound as you?"

"Yes, we live across the hall." Liu Dong nodded.

"Oh..." Ding Qiunan smiled, "He came to see me a couple of days ago and said he wanted to give us a try."

Huh? Liu Dong was taken aback, his mouth slightly agape: "...He really said that?"

Ding Qiunan couldn't help but burst out laughing: "I heard he just got beaten up yesterday, mistaken for a spy... Hahaha..."

Liu Dong: ... (Speechless with emotion)

Goodness, it turns out that this icy-faced guy isn't incapable of smiling, he's just too lazy to smile normally!

"Cough..." He nodded and turned to walk towards the infirmary.

Pushing open the door, I saw three people sitting inside waiting: Victor, Factory Director Yang, and Secretary Luo.

Viktor jumped to his feet, his eyes shining: "My dear friend Dr. Liu! Look at me—have I changed?"

Liu Dong squinted and glanced at you: "Yes. Your hands aren't shaking anymore, you're walking steadily, and your eyes are brighter—your Parkinson's has stabilized."

Viktor slapped his thigh excitedly, "Yes, yes, yes! Thanks to your silver needle technique, I've come back to life! Now I'm nimble and clear-headed, and I can even play cards as well as the young guys!"

"Dr. Liu, your skills are absolutely amazing!"

Liu Dong forced a professional smile: "Mr. Victor, please have a seat. Let's sit down and talk."

"Okay!"

Viktor took his seat. Secretary Luo and Factory Director Yang quickly followed suit. Ding Qiunan remained standing by the door.

Liu Dong pointed to the side and said, "Let me introduce you. This is Secretary Luo from our factory, and this is Director Yang."

The two leaders immediately greeted him warmly: "Mr. Viktor, rest assured! Our Xiao Liu is so skilled that even getting an appointment in Beijing is a struggle. He's the nation's top traditional Chinese medicine doctor, specializing in treating all sorts of illnesses that hospitals say are incurable!"

Liu Dong: ... (silently rubbing his forehead)

"Dr. Liu, here are the films!" Viktor pulled two rolls of film from his bag. "These are lung CT scans I had back home. Could you take a look?"

Liu Dong glanced at it and said in a relaxed tone, "Sure enough—that '547 area' in your lower right lung lobe is full of old fibrotic lesions. You don't usually feel anything, but if you leave it untreated, your body will quietly lose parts, and your lifespan will be shortened as well."

Viktor sighed, "That's right, it was from a bullet I took during World War I. The bullet went right through my chest, and I got an infection later, which planted a seed of disease in my lungs."

"I've been saved..."

"I didn't feel anything for years, but in the last two years, I started getting out of breath when climbing stairs and coughing a lot at night, so I realized something was wrong."

"Dr. Liu, please help me! I'm entrusting my life to you!"

As he spoke, he gave a slight bow.

Liu Dong waved his hand: "Don't be nervous, it's not a big problem. I told you last time that acupuncture and surgery have limited effects on this kind of old lung injury. I suggest you take traditional Chinese medicine, which is gentle and slow to take effect, but it's reliable."

"Will it work?" he asked, looking up.

Viktor nodded eagerly, "Of course! If it works, I'll even drink vinegar if you ask me to!"

"Okay, just a moment!" Liu Dong turned and went into the pharmacy cubicle.

Three seconds later, he came out carrying a heavy, black-glazed jar, the mouth of which was sealed tightly.

Victor's eyes widened: "This...this is the medicine you were talking about?"

Liu Dong slammed the jar on the table: "That's right, it's an international tonic soup. It starts at 100 catties, made with 18 kinds of authentic Chinese medicinal herbs, simmered over a low flame for 72 hours. The soup and the dregs are both the essence."

"However..." he cleared his throat, "the price is indeed not cheap."

Victor jumped to his feet: "Money is nothing! Being alive and kicking is what truly matters! Dr. Liu, open it quickly, I want to drink it now!"

"Okay!" Liu Dong removed the seal.

"How do I take this medicine?" Victor asked impatiently.

"1500 ml a day, just finish it in one go." Liu Dong took out a glass measuring cup. "This jar contains a total of 50,000 ml, enough for you to drink for 33 days. After completing the full course of treatment, those 'old lumps' in your lungs will basically be gone."

He poured a full glass and handed it to Viktor.

"Gurgle—gurgle—gurgle—"

Viktor tilted his head back and gulped it down without stopping.

When the glass was empty, a line of small print quietly appeared in Liu Dong's line of sight:

[Name] Ingor Elster Viktor

[Hidden Ailment Value] 35 → 28

Liu Dong felt a sense of relief: It's stable now. The majority of those 35 points are related to that old ailment in your lungs. "This medicine specifically targets those long-standing ailments in your body—it pulls out thirty hidden wounds in one go, ruthless and precise!"

"However, let's leave some room for maneuver—we can't completely drain them, leaving them struggling to even breathe in the future, can we?"

"After you drink these nourishing soups, that hard lump in your lungs, like old cotton wool, will definitely be completely gone!"

Liu Dong grinned and patted the large cans on the table: "Take these back with you. Drink one and a half cups (1500 ml) every day, until it's all gone. Don't drink more or less!"

"Thank you so much!" Viktor took the jar with both hands, his eyes shining. "Dr. Liu, may I ask... what's the name of this miraculous prescription?"

Liu Dong raised an eyebrow: "Let's call it 'Global Nourishing Soup'!"

"Global Nourishing Soup?" Victor was taken aback, then immediately asked, "How much...is it?"

Before he could finish speaking, Luo Zhenxuan coughed twice and winked at Liu Dong three times, then quietly raised two fingers with his left hand.

The meaning is crystal clear—the two had already agreed on a price: 20,000 crowns!

Liu Dong cleared his throat and smiled at Viktor, "Brother, let me round it down for you—two thousand exactly, just to be friends!"

"Huh?" Victor was taken aback. "Only 20,000? That's so cheap?"

"Ahem...wait a minute!" Victor was the first to realize what was happening. "Dr. Liu, the 'twenty thousand' you just mentioned, could it be...US dollars from your country?"

Liu Dong raised his hand to touch the back of his neck and chuckled, "That's right! It's US dollars! You're really quick-witted!"

Victor laughed heartily, "That makes sense! I thought you got the dosage wrong—a full fifty kilograms of the essence potion, twenty thousand dollars, that's a real bargain!"

"Okay!" He turned around, pulled two stacks of green bills from his crocodile-skin bag, and slammed them on the table. "Here, twenty thousand! Thanks!"

He then pulled out a small stack of cash and pushed it over: "Add another two thousand, consider it my personal thank you gift—your craftsmanship is worth the price!"

— $22,000, credited to your account immediately!

As soon as the person left and the office door closed, Luo Zhenxuan, Factory Director Yang, and Liu Dong immediately gathered around the table, staring at the pile of US dollars with glee.

"It's done!" Yang Hongbing rubbed his hands together, his voice trembling. "My God... it really is done! And it's not just barely meeting the standard, it's ten times higher!"

"Should we report it?" He turned to look at Luo Zhenxuan.

Without saying a word, Luo Zhenxuan grabbed all the foreign exchange and weighed it in his hand. He then turned to Liu Dong and said, "Xiao Liu, according to the rules, this foreign exchange is earned by you personally, so it counts as 'personal foreign exchange earnings'—we'll take the US dollars and exchange them for equivalent foreign exchange certificates for you!"

"But I'm sorry... I can't give you the full amount right now."