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Dr. Chen cleared his throat and said, "First, if you want to produce and sell medicine, you must apply for a 'Drug Production License' from the health department. This license is not easy to obtain, but fortunately, your powder is for external use and not ingested, so the procedures are relatively simpler. If it were those pills or liquids for internal use, the approval process would be incredibly difficult!"

Qiao Xinxin listened very attentively, her two little ears twitching slightly, and she memorized every word in her mind.

"That's secondary," Dr. Chen continued, turning another page. "Before any medicine can be officially marketed, it must be registered with the health bureau. You have to provide at least three batches of samples produced at different times and send them to their testing department for analysis. Only after the test report comes out, proving that the medicine is non-toxic, harmless, and effective will they issue you a 'registration certificate.' With this thin piece of paper, you can legitimately open a factory or find a workshop to produce it, and only then can you legally sell it."

Dr. Chen closed his notebook, looked at Qiao Xinxin, and said earnestly:

"As for sales channels, yours mainly goes through medical channels. Once you have the registration certificate, our hospital can directly sign the contract with you and go through the formal procurement process. At that time, the hospital will settle accounts with you regularly according to the price you quoted."

At this point, Dr. Chen paused, then lowered his voice and said, "Comrade Qiao, as long as you can prepare these materials, I know someone in the Pharmaceutical Administration Section of the Health Bureau. I'll personally submit the materials for you and ask about the specific procedures, which will definitely save you a lot of trouble!"

Qiao Xinxin quickly started calculating in her mind.

Although these procedures may sound complicated, they are not actually an insurmountable obstacle if she follows them step by step.

Her space contains the most fertile land and spiritual spring water, capable of growing the finest medicinal herbs.

She has the precise formula from "Ancient Prescriptions, New Methods" in her mind, and she can experiment and optimize the production process repeatedly within the space. As for the inspection reports and efficacy data required for registration, she only needs to put in a little more effort to make qualified samples, and she will definitely pass the test!

Thinking of this, Qiao Xinxin smiled sweetly, her eyes curving into beautiful crescent moons:

"Dr. Chen, thank you so much! What you told me today is like a guiding light for me; it's so important!"

"No need to thank me, I should be thanking you on behalf of the injured!"

Dr. Chen waved his hand, his eyes slightly reddening, and his voice lowered:

"I'm a doctor, and I've witnessed too many life-and-death situations on the operating table. In the past, when I encountered cases of massive bleeding that just wouldn't stop, we doctors could only stand by anxiously, doing everything we could, and in the end, we could only watch helplessly as the person breathed their last, leaving their life to chance. But as soon as you sprinkled this powder on, the bleeding stopped immediately! To me, this medicine is like a miracle drug that can snatch people from the clutches of the Grim Reaper!"

He took a deep breath, put the small glass bottle back into Qiao Xinxin's hand, and patted her on the shoulder:

"Keep the rest of the data safe. We've already tested it, so there's no use for it. Here you go. If you decide to do this, come to the General Hospital's surgery department anytime. I, Chen Guoqiang, will risk my reputation to pave the way for you!"

Qiao Xinxin stood by the flower bed at the entrance of the family compound, clutching the small, cold glass bottle tightly in her hand, watching Dr. Chen's slightly hunched figure in his white coat gradually disappear around the corner of the street.

The afterglow of the setting sun spilled onto the street, casting her long shadow.

Qiao Xinxin looked down at the small medicine bottle in her hand. Before Dr. Chen left, he had specifically returned the powder to her. At this moment, there seemed to be a faint, slightly bitter and astringent herbal fragrance still lingering on the bottle.

That's the unique scent of Blood Clotting Grass and Green Spirit Vine.

She took a deep breath, carefully put the small bottle into her pocket, and turned back to the Bai family's small restaurant.

Upon entering the kitchen, Bai's mother was busy cooking at the stove, the fumes making her cough. Without a word, Qiao Xinxin grabbed an apron from the coat rack, tied it around her waist, picked up a cleaver, and began helping prepare the ingredients on the cutting board.

"Da, da, da, da..."

The sharp blade struck the thick wooden cutting board with a rhythmic, crisp sound.

Qiao Xinxin's hands moved quickly, slicing the potatoes into thin and even shreds, but in her mind, the words Dr. Chen had just said were still swirling around.

Drug production license, registration, sample testing, procurement agreement...

These terms sounded far removed from her, an ordinary twenty-year-old girl; every step required solid materials and layers of approval. Right now, besides a book on ancient prescriptions and modern formulations in her mind, and a patch of medicinal herbs in her spatial dimension that had just been planted but hadn't yet sprouted, she had almost nothing else.

But there was no sign of backing down in Qiao Xinxin's eyes; on the contrary, they shone with an astonishing brightness.

She bit her rosy lower lip slightly, secretly making up her mind.

If there are no conditions, then create them! As long as we can make this medicine, we can not only gain a secure livelihood that no one can take away, but also openly help soldiers like Lu Baizhou and Zhou Liguang who risk their lives every day to protect their country.

She's determined to do this!

In the following days, Qiao Xinxin got right to work and started working on the filing process.

Early that morning, she specially changed into a clean and neat blue floral blouse, slung a small canvas bag over her shoulder, took two buses, and bumped her way to the district's health bureau.

Standing in front of that somewhat old gray cement building, watching the serious-looking crowd coming and going, Qiao Xinxin couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive. She took a deep breath, silently encouraging herself, before gripping the strap of her canvas bag tightly and stepping inside.

The service hall was empty, with only a few people, making it seem rather deserted. Following the signs posted on the wall, Qiao Xinxin finally found the window for the Pharmaceutical Administration Section.

Behind the counter sat a middle-aged man, about forty years old, with thick black-rimmed glasses perched on his nose. He held an enamel mug with the words "Serve the People" printed on it and was slowly blowing away the tea leaves on the surface.

Qiao Xinxin stepped forward, leaned against the wooden counter, a sweet smile spreading across her face, and spoke in a soft, gentle voice:

"Hello, sir. I'd like to inquire about the procedures for obtaining drug registration if I have a highly effective topical hemostatic powder."

Upon hearing the voice, the middle-aged man lifted his eyelids and looked Qiao Xinxin up and down through his thick glasses.