If you don't consummate the marriage for three years and then marry a successful educated youth

Zhang Gui hummed in agreement, took out twenty yuan from his pocket and handed it over: "This is the reward I promised you. If I need anything else in the future, you can pretend to be a relative of mine and bring me here again."

Aunt Lan Hua beamed from ear to ear and quickly put the money away: "Oh, okay, feel free to call me anytime for this kind of help."

"I'm a very helpful person. If I can help Boss Zhang, I'll benefit myself, and Dr. Wen can also make some money. It's a win-win-win situation."

"Boss Zhang, I'm not bragging, but our brigade's Dr. Wen may be young, but his medical skills are truly exceptional."

She muttered to herself, "She was able to turn the baby around and ensure the safety of both mother and child even with a breech presentation and difficult labor. That's quite an achievement. She's got a natural talent for medicine. Our brigade is so lucky."

Zhang Gui was getting a little impatient, but he was indeed curious about the girl's medical skills—no, he was even more curious about the prescription she had, if it really was better than the medicine in his shop.

That might be possible...

Seeing that he didn't speak, Aunt Lanhua called out, "Boss Zhang, are you listening to me?"

"Okay, I'm listening. I have to go back now. I'll contact you anytime if I need anything in the future, but don't tell anyone about our deal, or I'll find someone else."

"Okay, I understand. Don't worry, I'm very tight-lipped and I won't tell anyone else."

Zhang Gui rode his bicycle back to town, immediately handed the porcelain box to his assistant, and instructed him, "Go and give this to One-Eyed, let him compare it and see how much more effective it is than our ointment."

"Okay, boss, I'll go right away."

The man grabbed the things and darted out, turning into an alley, weaving through the crowd and through a small door. He made his way to the backyard and knocked on the door: "Brother Yan, the boss asked me to bring you something."

The door creaked open, and the one-eyed man, his expression gloomy, said, "Speak, what do you want this time?"

"Take a look at this ointment. The boss wants you to test it and see how much better it is than ours. Let him know the results after you get the results; he needs it urgently."

One-Eyed hummed in agreement: "Understood."

With that, he slammed the door shut. The waiter touched his nose, nearly bumping into it, took a step back, and stepped out of the yard, muttering, "That lousy temper, only the boss can put up with it, ugh."

The next day, a data comparison report came out. After the clerk took it back, Zhang Gui took advantage of the night to come over in person and found the one-eyed man sitting there, very excited.

"This ointment is perfect. It's exactly what I've been wanting. If it were sent back to China, it would put us ahead of other countries."

"This is the first time I've ever seen such a potent burn scar removal ointment. It's even more effective than the ointment we developed at home through human trials. Haha, if only I could get my hands on this formula..."

One-Eyed said impatiently, "That's your business. Don't tell me that. I just want to live a quiet life. If you want to serve the empire, do it yourself. I don't want to do anything."

Zhang Gui's face darkened upon hearing this: "Have you forgotten how you went blind? And don't forget our mission in China: to collect their medical prescriptions and send them back home."

"The war is over, but the new war is about weapons and medicine. Which country has better medical care and better medicine can be put on the table for discussion."

"I can't lose to others. The Empire is very satisfied with the prescriptions sent back from other covert fronts, but they can't compare to ours. It directly increases the efficacy by five times."

"Incredible, absolutely incredible."

The one-eyed man impatiently shooed him away: "Go away, don't talk about this with me. I don't want to hear it. You can come to me anytime for testing. You don't need to tell me anything else."

Zhang Gui's lips curled slightly, his eyes flashing with coldness: "One-Eyed, you don't think you can get away with this, do you? We're in the same boat now, my well-being is your well-being."

"We need to be careful with this. First, send in some strangers to test the waters and see if they can buy the prescription. If not, we'll have to resort to unconventional methods."

"I shouldn't come forward again later, as it would easily arouse suspicion."

One-Eyed got up and lay directly on the bed, closing his eyes to rest.

Seeing this, Zhang Gui sneered: "Go to sleep. You won't be able to sleep in a few days. An ancient tomb has been discovered in the south. You have to go there. According to Chinese historical records, it is very likely the tomb of a royal physician."

"The tomb of the Imperial Physician must contain a lot of medical artifacts, which are of great research value to us. You need to go there and bring them out. Do you understand?"

After saying that, seeing that he didn't say anything, she snorted and turned to leave.

*

When Wen Yao returned after delivering the herbal tea, she saw a person standing at the door. She didn't recognize the face and didn't know if he was from another brigade or someone from the town.

When the young woman saw her return, she hurried forward and politely asked, "Are you Dr. Wen?"

"Yes, that's me. Who are you?"

"Hello, my name is Zhou Aihua. My family runs a traditional Chinese medicine clinic. I'm here to discuss a business deal with you. Would it be convenient for us to come in and talk about it at length?"

Wen Yao hummed in agreement, pushed open the door, and greeted, "Come in, sit down for a while, I'll pour you some tea."

Zhou Aihua nodded: "Okay, thank you."

"fine."

The two sat facing each other. Wen Yao looked at her and asked, "Young lady, what brings you here to discuss this?"

"Well, I heard that you are very good at treating burns, and my family happens to run a traditional Chinese medicine clinic. Several generations of my family have been doctors, and we have actually been collecting prescriptions for fifty years."

"However, during those years of war, a lot of medicinal formulas were indeed lost. My ancestors in the Zhou family instructed that future generations must collect as many Chinese medicinal formulas as possible and donate them to the country once the country is stable."

"My purpose in coming here is to make affordable and effective medicines accessible to more ordinary people."

Zhou Aihua's eyes reddened as she spoke: "This is the first rule of my Zhou family. I just wanted to ask Doctor Wen if you would sell the prescription."

"The price is negotiable. As long as you are willing to sell it to me, rest assured, I guarantee that my Zhou family will never monopolize this prescription. In the future, it will all be donated to the country."

Looking at her sentimental appearance, Wen Yao felt a strange emotion rising in her heart for some reason, a sense of repulsion. She always trusted her intuition more.

Not to mention, her intuition has never been wrong. Since she instinctively dislikes this person, there's even less reason for her to hand over the prescription.

The main problem is that selling it to the other party is useless. The real miracle cure for burns is not the prescription, but the medicinal herbs in it. Some of them are picked from the medicinal valley, and other medicines outside don't have this effect.

Even if you take the prescription back, it won't be of any use.

Thinking of this, Wen Yao gently shook her head: "I'm sorry, this prescription was developed by my ancestors and has been passed down for several generations. It is not sold to outsiders unless the country needs the prescription."