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"Yes! In business, this is called the 'OEM model,' and for your current situation, it's the most suitable and fastest way."

Dr. Chen pointed to the list and enthusiastically began to analyze it for her:

"His factory has all the proper qualifications. You provide the prescription and the core raw materials. Once the powder is produced in their factory, it will be sold directly under their name, entering the procurement channels of the military general hospital. As for the profits, you'll split them proportionally. This way, you don't have to wait two or three months for approval; you can start production immediately. And he'll have another star product that can make him money—it's a win-win situation!"

Qiao Xinxin quickly calculated in her mind.

This plan is absolutely perfect! She doesn't need to worry about factories, workers, or complicated administrative approvals. She only needs to firmly control the core medicinal materials in the space to ensure the exclusivity of the prescription, and she doesn't have to bear the huge risks of building a factory.

"Dr. Chen, this is a great idea! But... will your cousin agree to this? After all, this prescription is mine. Can he trust me?" Qiao Xinxin asked with some concern.

"Haha, don't worry about that. My cousin is a very honest man. As long as it's a legitimate and promising business, he'll never refuse. Besides, I've personally witnessed the effects of your powder. Once I explain it to him clearly, he'll be more eager than anyone else to get started!"

Dr. Chen is a decisive person; once he decides to do something, he immediately reaches out and grabs the old-fashioned black rotary dial telephone from the table.

"There's no time like the present, I'll call him now and ask!"

As the dial tone went off, Qiao Xinxin nervously gripped her canvas bag tightly.

The call was answered quickly, and Dr. Chen shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Hey? Changming? It's your cousin Chen Guoqiang! Yes, I'm at the clinic right now. I have something important to tell you. I have a very talented young colleague here who has a super effective topical hemostatic powder. She wants to collaborate with you to register and produce it using your factory's qualifications... Yes! It's the miracle drug I mentioned to you the other day, the one that pulled Little Soldier King back from the brink of death! Ugh, it's hard to explain over the phone. She's in my office right now, so you can talk to her yourself!"

After speaking, Dr. Chen smiled and handed the heavy black microphone to Qiao Xinxin:

"Here, you can talk to him yourself. Don't be nervous, just tell the truth."

Qiao Xinxin quickly stood up, took the microphone with both hands, took a deep breath, and held it to her ear, speaking politely in a gentle and soft voice:

"Hello, Director Sun, I am Qiao Xinxin."

A somewhat rough but cheerful voice came from the other end of the phone:

"Hello, Comrade Qiao. My cousin was talking about you the other day, praising your medicine powder like it was a miracle cure. He just mentioned the collaboration again, saying you want to borrow my factory's license to register for production. This medicine... is it really as effective at stopping bleeding as my cousin says?"

Qiao Xinxin gripped the microphone tightly and replied earnestly:

"Director Sun, to be honest, I've already verified the effectiveness of this powder on seriously wounded soldiers. My brother is a battalion commander in the army. A few days ago, he was seriously injured while on a mission in the southwest border. His right leg was bleeding heavily, and the hospital couldn't completely stop the bleeding even with conventional hemostatic methods. In that emergency, I used this powder, and the bleeding stopped completely in no time after I sprinkled it on. Moreover, Dr. Chen just examined him yesterday, and the wound is healing several times faster than the average person's, with absolutely no signs of redness, swelling, or inflammation."

The other end of the phone suddenly fell silent, as if Sun Changming was processing this astonishing news.

After a long while, Sun Changming's voice came through again, noticeably more excited and serious:

"Since it was my cousin who strongly recommended it, I absolutely trust his judgment. How about this, Comrade Qiao, seeing is believing. Why don't you come to my factory tomorrow morning when you have some free time, and we can sit down and discuss it in person? Also, bring a sample of the powder with you, so I can see for myself what this treasure is all about. What do you think?"

"Okay, no problem, Director Sun. Then tell me the factory address tomorrow morning, and I'll be there on time."

As Qiao Xinxin listened, she quickly picked up the pen on the table and wrote down the address that Sun Changming had given her in her notebook.

"Okay, see you tomorrow morning!"

"See you tomorrow, Director Sun."

Hanging up the phone, Qiao Xinxin let out a long sigh of relief, feeling as if a huge weight had been lifted from her heart. She turned to look at Dr. Chen, her large eyes crinkling into crescent moons, and said sincerely:

"Dr. Chen, thank you so much. If it weren't for your help, I really wouldn't know what to do. I might have had to give up at the health bureau entrance."

"No need to thank me, I'm just thinking about our young soldiers." Dr. Chen waved his hand, put his reading glasses back in their case, and urged her with a smile:

"If this medicine could be produced even a day earlier, who knows how many more lives it could save. Alright, go back and prepare. I'll have a good talk with my cousin tomorrow!"

"Okay, Dr. Chen, you're busy now, I'll be going now!"

When Qiao Xinxin came out of Dr. Chen's office, it was already completely dark outside.

A few dark clouds drifted in the sky, and the streetlights along the street were gradually turning on, emitting a dim yellow glow.

Qiao Xinxin raised her wrist and looked at the old Shanghai brand watch. There were still about forty minutes before the bathhouse opened for the evening, so she had plenty of time.

"Just enough time to walk home, grab a hot meal, change clothes, and go to work."

She muttered to herself, pulled the canvas bag over her shoulder, and her steps became lighter involuntarily.

The next morning, as dawn broke.

Qiao Xinxin got up early. She opened the drawer, carefully put the glass medicine bottle, which only had a dark brown base left, into her pocket, said goodbye to Bai's parents, and then hurriedly left.

She rode a dilapidated, bumpy bus, swaying and rattling all the way to the west of the city.

Following the address given by Sun Changming, Qiao Xinxin found the "Chengxi Pharmaceutical Factory" at the end of a somewhat secluded alley.

The factory was indeed small, surrounded by a mottled red brick wall, some parts of which were covered with withered ivy. The iron gate was a bit rusty, but the wooden sign that read "Chengxi Pharmaceutical Factory" was wiped clean.

Qiao Xinxin explained her purpose to the old man at the gatehouse, who warmly led her into the factory manager's office on the second floor of the office building.

"Knock knock".

"Please come in!"

Pushing open the door, I saw a middle-aged man, around forty or fifty years old, wearing a blue work uniform, standing behind a desk organizing documents.