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Around 1 p.m., the diners gradually dispersed, and Qiao Xinxin breathed a sigh of relief. She said goodbye to Bai's mother and was about to go home to change into clean clothes and catch her breath before going to work at the bathhouse that evening.

She had just reached the shop entrance, and before she could even step out, suddenly, a hurried shout came from the main street:

"Comrade Qiao Xinxin! Someone's looking for you at the door!"

Upon hearing the shout, Qiao Xinxin hastily wiped her wet hands on her apron and hurriedly went out of the small restaurant to greet them.

As soon as I stepped out of the gate, I saw a middle-aged man, around forty or fifty years old, wearing a white coat, standing outside the iron fence at the entrance of the residential compound. He was carrying a black imitation leather briefcase, and his forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat as he craned his neck to look inside.

Qiao Xinxin recognized him at a glance. Wasn't this Dr. Chen, the surgeon who performed the operation on Bai Zhengyuan that day? He was the deputy director of the Department of Surgery at the Military Region General Hospital, and his reputation was well-known in the area.

"Dr. Chen? Why did you come all the way here in person?" Qiao Xinxin was a little surprised and quickly ran over.

Upon seeing Qiao Xinxin, Dr. Chen's tense face immediately relaxed. He slapped his thigh and smiled with relief, "Oh, Comrade Qiao, I've finally found you! I went to the ward this morning to ask your brother about the situation. But he said you've been busy outside all day and come home frequently. I was so anxious, I just asked him for his address and came straight to your door. I hope I didn't disturb your rest?"

"No, no, you're too kind." Qiao Xinxin was a little uneasy, so she quickly led Dr. Chen to the small flower bed next to the family compound, asking with some concern, "Dr. Chen, why are you in such a hurry? Did something go wrong with my brother's wound?"

"No, that's not true! Your brother is recovering very well!" Dr. Chen waved his hands repeatedly, his face full of praise. "I just examined him yesterday, and the wound is healing faster than the young man's new skin; there's not a trace of redness or inflammation. At this rate, he should be able to have his stitches removed and be discharged in two or three days at most!"

Qiao Xinxin finally breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "That's good, thank you Dr. Chen. So, why did you come to see me today...?"

Dr. Chen looked around and, seeing that no one else was around, mysteriously opened his briefcase and took out a transparent glass bottle that was only the size of a fingertip.

There was a little bit of dark brown powder left in the bottle, just the bottom.

This was the half-bottle of hemostatic powder that Qiao Xinxin had used up that day. After the surgery, Dr. Chen, his eyes shining, pulled her aside and said he wanted to keep the powder for research. Qiao Xinxin, being simple-minded, thought she could help and nodded in agreement.

Dr. Chen carefully placed the small glass bottle on the stone steps of the flower bed, scratching his head somewhat awkwardly:

"Comrade Qiao, to be honest, after I brought this powder back to the department, I specifically asked several lab technicians to do several basic component analyses. But the results... sigh, I'm really sorry. Our current testing methods are too limited. After all the testing, we could only roughly find that it contains a few kinds of herbal ingredients. As for which specific herbs they are and what proportions they make up, we're completely clueless and can't analyze it at all!"

Upon hearing this, Qiao Xinxin showed a perfectly measured look of surprise, but inwardly she felt a genuine sense of relief.

Of course, she knew they wouldn't be able to find anything. The core ingredients in this powder, "Blood Coagulation Grass" and "Azure Spirit Vine," were treasures she had grown in her mysterious space; these two plants simply didn't exist in this world. Even if she sent the powder to the most advanced research institute in the capital, the analysis would only yield a bunch of strange, unrecognizable data.

"Dr. Chen, this medicine..." Qiao Xinxin twisted her fingers a little embarrassedly.

Dr. Chen adjusted his glasses, staring intently at her: "Comrade Qiao, the other day outside the operating room, you said you formulated this yourself. I'm here today to shamelessly ask, where did you get this medicine from? Or is it really a formula you developed yourself?"

Qiao Xinxin had already prepared her explanation. She smiled sweetly, her voice soft and gentle yet full of sincerity:

"Dr. Chen, to be honest, I did figure this out myself. However, I also benefit from my ancestors' knowledge. My ancestors were itinerant doctors, and they left behind a few handwritten, tattered books on medicine. When I was a child, I learned about herbs from my elders for a few days. Later, when I had nothing to do, I tried to improve the ancient prescriptions in those handwritten books. This hemostatic powder is one of them. It contains several rare herbs from deep in the mountains, which are indeed not easy to buy in pharmacies outside."

"So it's because of her family's scholarly tradition! No wonder, no wonder!" Dr. Chen suddenly realized, and his gaze towards Qiao Xinxin instantly became as if he were looking at a peerless jade.

He took a deep breath, his tone somewhat agitated, even pleading:

"Comrade Qiao, if I may be so bold as to ask, can you mass-produce this powder? I mean, if you can have a stable supply, could our military hospital purchase it in large quantities?"

"Purchasing?" Qiao Xinxin's heart skipped a beat.

"Yes, procure it!" Dr. Chen slapped his thigh excitedly. "You saw it with your own eyes on the operating table that day! The hemostatic effect of that powder is simply miraculous! It's several times stronger than any hemostatic drug we use in our hospital right now! Just imagine, if we could keep this medicine on hand in our operating room, how many more lives could we save if we encountered soldiers bleeding heavily on the battlefield or seriously injured people in car accidents!"

Upon hearing this, Qiao Xinxin's heart couldn't help but tremble.

This is like a godsend! She had been worrying these past few days about how to monetize the medicinal herbs in her space and how to establish a legitimate and unsuspecting drug sales channel, and Dr. Chen personally delivered the solution to her!

However, she didn't get blindly excited. Instead, she calmly thought about it and frowned slightly in distress:

"Dr. Chen, to be honest, I have indeed considered mass production. But I'm just an ordinary citizen and know absolutely nothing about this industry. If this drug were to be marketed and sold to hospitals, what procedures would be required? Would it need to be registered somewhere? Would it require government approval?"

"Haha, you've hit the nail on the head!"

Dr. Chen chuckled, opened his briefcase, and pulled out a small, red, plastic-covered notebook. He flipped to a page, pointed to the words with his pen, and enthusiastically began explaining to Qiao Xinxin:

"I happened to hear about these procedures during a meeting at the institute, and I wrote them down for you. Let me briefly explain them to you."