Chapter 272: Deputy Director Li's Ambition and Angong Niuhuang Pills

In the conference room.

When the lady asked to buy the depilatory cream product.

The faces of the other people around her suddenly turned grim.

Before coming here, everyone had already discussed it in advance and decided to negotiate with China first to get the price down.

Finally, go back and distribute it according to the agreed ratio.

This way, you can spend less money.

Who would have thought that before the negotiations even started, they were already showing their impatience and desire to have the best deal. This is just asking for trouble.

However, even though they were angry, they did not show it immediately for the sake of the overall situation. They just coughed a few times to remind them.

After being reminded by her companion, the lady suddenly remembered that they were at the negotiating table.

She was a little embarrassed, laughed awkwardly twice, and then kept silent.

In fact, it’s no wonder that she was so excited. It’s just that the depilatory cream she brought back some time ago was so useful.

Before, she always used a razor, which not only caused injuries, but also left black stubble if she was not careful, which could easily prick others and was an extremely bad experience.

Moreover, it needs to be cleaned every few days, which is time-consuming and laborious.

Now, with this great thing, you only need to apply it twice and it will disappear without a trace.

After trying it, she found that this hair removal cream product was as convenient and easy to use as described.

Although the Chinese representative said that this product is not a one-time solution, but needs to be used once every month or so.

But it is much more convenient than a razor.

At the same time, the samples have also undergone simple laboratory testing and no other side effects have been found.

The atmosphere on the other side was a bit subtle.

The Chinese representative immediately understood what was going on. Although he didn't understand why the other party was so fond of this product, he didn't intend to delve into it.

As long as there is foreign exchange, it doesn’t matter what they use it for.

What followed was naturally a heated debate, mainly because they could not agree on the price. However, after the Chinese representative stated that they had already produced some products in advance, the family members in Europe and the United States reluctantly began to compromise.

There is no way. Judging from the fact that China produced the product in advance, it means that they have made preparations in advance and are determined to get this product.

Just as they were bargaining with each other like small vendors in the vegetable market.

Around 7:30 p.m.

At the Beijing Red Star Steel Rolling Mill, Deputy Director Li Huaide walked over slowly, leading a few guests and factory leaders.

When he got closer, Wang Mengde could also smell a strong smell of alcohol.

It seems like these people drank a lot tonight.

After sitting down, Li Huaide habitually glanced around, focusing on the young wives and older girls.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed and a smile immediately appeared on his face.

"Comrade Wang Mengde, I didn't expect to meet you here.

Welcome to the Red Star Steel Mill. The movie we are watching today is the latest one to be released."

Li Huaide stood up, walked to Wang Mengde, stretched out his hands, and said with a smile.

"Hello, Director Li.

Thanks to the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill for organizing the screening of the film. Our children were very happy.”

Wang Mengde also stood up and shook hands with him.

Behind Deputy Factory Director Li, one of the guests asked the person next to him in a puzzled voice:
"Who is this guy? He's very young. Why does Director Li take him so seriously?"

He had never seen Wang Mengde before and thought he was the son of some leader who came to visit.

The man next to him had obviously met Wang Mengde before. Plus, he was so handsome and recognizable, so the impression was very deep.

“This is Doctor Wang Mengde, one of the best doctors at Guang’anmen Hospital, who is good at treating difficult and complicated diseases and is also a member of the health care team.

He lives in nearby Nanluoguxiang, and he probably heard that the steel mill was showing a movie, so he came to watch the movie with his wife and children."

"Oh, it turns out to be him. He really lives up to his reputation."

When the name was mentioned, and combined with the characteristics of Guang'anmen Hospital and its expertise in treating difficult and complicated diseases, the person who had the question reacted quickly.

Although he had never seen him, the name Wang Mengde was well-known to him.

This person has been a prominent figure in recent years. He often appears in newspapers, and major organizations also use him as a role model for publicity.

The most important thing is that he has superb medical skills and has saved countless lives.

He played a decisive and major role in the rapid resolution of several epidemics that broke out in the capital and its surrounding areas.

Over there, after Li Huaide and Wang Mengde chatted for a few words, they opened their mouths and invited:

"Comrade Wang Mengde, why don't you sit with me? This seat is better."

He had always wanted to make friends with this young man.

In addition to having more friends and more paths, there are other considerations.

Not to mention that if you or your relatives and friends get sick in the future, knowing such a great doctor is equivalent to having great assurance.

The most important thing is that the 'Palace Emperor Pill' that he has always dreamed of was developed by this person.

And according to gossip, Wang Mengde had a lot of defective products directly taken from the pharmaceutical factory.

Although it is a defective product, it is just some flaws on the surface and does not affect the actual effect at all.

Ever since he accidentally got a few pills of 'Palace Emperor Pills' a few years ago, he has been obsessed with this miracle medicine.

As the de facto leader of a large factory with tens of thousands of employees, he has more than one lover, Liu Lan.

After men are over 40, except for a few gifted ones, most of them will gradually hang their heads.

He was naturally no exception, especially in the past two years, he had been drinking all year round and working hard every day, so even if he took some supplements from time to time, he felt overwhelmed.

"Haha, Director Li, my family and neighbors are all here, so I won't go over to disturb you and your guests."

Wang Mengde refused in a low voice.

"Okay, if you need anything, just tell me directly."

Seeing his firm attitude, Li Huaide stopped trying to persuade him. There would be plenty of opportunities to make friends with him in the future anyway.

After a few more polite words, he returned to his seat.

Next to them, there was a neighbor who lived in Nanluoguxiang and worked at the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill. When he saw Wang Mengde chatting and laughing with the factory's Deputy Director Li, he was immediately envious.

Especially Liu Haizhong, if he wasn't timid, he really wanted to rush forward and use Wang Mengde's power to get to know Deputy Director Li.

Not far away, Qin Huairu also had a thoughtful look on her face.

She was a beautiful young wife working in a steel rolling mill workshop, and many men around her were eyeing her.

Even Guo Dapiezi, a bully in the workshop, found opportunities to touch her.

If she hadn't been smart and hadn't had the affection for Yi Zhonghai, she might have been taken advantage of.

If she could get in touch with Deputy Director Li through Wang Mengde's relationship, with this powerful person as a backer in the factory, who would dare to take advantage of her? Unfortunately, her neighbor had a very bad relationship with her family.

Not long after Li Huaide came over, Xu Damao, who had been checking the projection equipment with his head down, finally started playing the movie.

Because he was concentrating on the inspection just now, he did not see the conversation between his factory director and Wang Mengde.

Around ten o'clock, the two movies were over.

The crowd slowly dispersed, still unsatisfied, and walked back in groups of two or three, discussing the exciting plot in the movie.

Among them, the children’s favorite is the Monkey King in the Monkey King’s Rampage in Heaven.

From time to time, they imitated lines from movies and waved wooden sticks that they got from nowhere.

This move soon caused parents to scold them.

Go home.

Yaya had fallen asleep, and the brothers Wang Yuandi and Wang Yuanxun were so sleepy that they could hardly open their eyes.

After a simple wash, she went to bed and lay in the arms of her man. He Shengnan stared with sleepy eyes and whispered:

"Oh, I didn't feel it just now, but after I got home and warmed up, I realized my legs were a little numb."

"Then I'll get up and rub it for you, don't let your legs get swollen when you wake up tomorrow after sleeping."

Wang Mengde carefully lifted the quilt, then sat on the bed and gently rubbed her.

Ten minutes later.

"Meng De, I feel much better now. You should go to bed early too. You have to get up early tomorrow to treat my grandfather."

He Shengnan said in a low voice.

"Well, go to sleep now. I'll give grandpa an injection every day, and let him continue to take the medicine I prescribed. He will be almost fully recovered in a month.

As long as you pay attention to not drinking too much in the future, the chances of relapse are low, so don't worry."

Lying back on the bed, Wang Mengde hugged her and spoke softly.

"Hey, he can't live without alcohol in his life. He has been drinking big bowls of wine and eating big chunks of meat since he was young. At that time, he was in good health and practiced martial arts all year round, so naturally there was no problem.

But in recent years, as he gets older, he still drinks twice a day, at noon and in the evening. No matter what anyone says, it's useless. If he is not allowed to drink, he will act like a child and secretly hide the wine to drink.

Now I'm fine. I didn't control my diet and drank half a pound of water at one time, and finally I had a stroke.

Fortunately, you treated him in time, otherwise he would have been lying in bed all his life."

He Shengnan said somewhat helplessly.

When He Youyu was young, because he traveled around the country all year round, he was particular about drinking in big bowls.

By the time he settled down in the capital, his alcohol addiction had already formed. If he didn't drink for a day, he would feel uncomfortable all over, as if he was being bitten by ants.

He is almost eighty years old this year. If he drinks 100 grams of liquor every day, nothing will happen to him.

But he did not listen to the advice. He would drink half a catty of wine at every meal, at most, and three ounces at least. He would dig out any wine hidden in the house.

Even if there was no snack at home, he could even take a few red dried chilies and eat while drinking.

A few nights ago, he secretly hid in bed and drank a few sips of wine, and then something happened.

Fortunately, He Guangyao got up at night and discovered his condition. He hurriedly asked He Shengwen to ride a bicycle and called Wang Mengde over.

Thanks to the timely treatment, several injections, medicines, and massage, he is now almost fully recovered.

Now he can barely get out of bed, but of course, half of his body is still numb, his face is still a little crooked, and he can't speak clearly.

After this scare, He Youyu has made up his mind that after he recovers, he will drink no more than two taels of wine a day, and one tael at each meal at noon and night to satisfy his drinking craving.

He didn't want to lie in bed all the time, unable to move or speak, for the rest of his life.

Early the next morning.

Wang Mengde got up before dawn.

After a simple breakfast, I got dressed, got on my bike and rode towards Caochang Hutong.

When we arrived at Lao He's house, the sky was just beginning to turn white.

"Meng De is here. Have you eaten yet? The meal will be ready soon. I'll give you a bowl of porridge and two steamed buns later."

Zhou Xiaoyan had already gotten up and was making breakfast in the living room.

"Mom, I've already eaten at home. I'm going to go see Grandpa first. I have to go to work later."

After saying hello, Wang Mengde walked next door.

When I entered the room, I saw He Youyu lying on a single bed, stretching his arms and doing exercises.

"Grandpa, are you feeling better?"

"Meng De, I feel much better now. I can feel my body a little better now."

He Youyu spoke with some slurred speech.

"Well, I will continue your acupuncture massage."

As he spoke, Wang Mengde took out a silver needle from his bag, disinfected it, and inserted it into the acupuncture points. He then began to massage the acupuncture points with varying degrees of intensity.

Twenty minutes later, after putting away the silver needle, he instructed again:

"Grandpa, I'm going to work. Remember to take the medicine later. You only need to take it once."

The medicine he gave was the famous Angong Niuhuang Pills.

And he mixed it himself.

Angong Niuhuang Pills were first developed by Wu Jutong in the Qing Dynasty and later written in "Wenbing Tiaobian".

However, it only lists the recipe and preparation method, but does not mention the specific dosage.

Many later generations tried to produce various Angong Niuhuang Pills based on the contents of "Wenbing Tiaobian". After taking them, not only did the patients' condition not improve, but they even had adverse reactions.

It was not until 1870 that Mr. Le Pingquan, the tenth-generation head of Tong Ren Tang, began to repeatedly compare and adjust the dosage of each medicine.

At the same time, he also read through countless medical records and prescriptions before finally restoring Angong Niuhuang Pills.

The Angong Niuhuang Pills that Wang Mengde gave He Youyu to take were developed by himself after he had spent some time preparing them. Their actual efficacy was better than that of the other pills.

"I remember it, Meng De, it's nothing, just go to work first."

He Youyu glanced at him and said with a smile.

Thanks to his grandson-in-law, there is hope for his recovery.

Chinese Medical Research Institute.

In Pu Lao's office, Wang Mengde poured two cups of hot tea, then sat opposite him and told him the idea he had just had on the way:
"Sir, I plan to improve the formula of Angong Niuhuang Pills."

"Didn't you recover the disease according to the prescription in the Treatise on Febrile Diseases some time ago? And the effect was very good. Why do you need to improve it again?"

Pu Lao asked curiously.

Since this disciple developed this medicine, he has prescribed this medicine to some patients several times when he was seeing patients at Guang'anmen, and the effect can be said to be very ideal.

He was a little confused. He had never heard of any adverse reactions, so why did they think of improving it?

(End of this chapter)