Chapter 1415: Four Major Prescriptions

Chapter 1415: Chapter 1415: Four Major Prescriptions

Watching Zhao Qingtang rush into the bathroom anxiously, Lin Tian could roughly guess the reason. She had just changed out of her clothes, which were still in there, probably afraid that her underwear might be seen, causing embarrassment.

Very quickly, Zhao Qingtang came out of the bathroom with the washing machine already in operation.

"Alright, go wash up," Zhao Qingtang said. "I’ll wait for you in the study later."

After saying that, she brushed past Lin Tian, humming a tune lightly, seemingly in a good mood.

Lin Tian walked into the bathroom, which was still full of the fragrance of shampoo and body wash. Glancing at the mirror, he wondered whether Zhao Qingtang used toothpaste or something else to draw a pig’s head on it, with two characters and an arrow pointing: Lin Tian.

...

After showering, Lin Tian found Zhao Xuefeng’s pajamas a bit tight, but they still managed to fit.

Recalling the earlier agreement with Zhao Qingtang to meet in the study, he shuffled over in slippers, taking his time.

The study door was open, allowing him to see Zhao Qingtang seated at the desk chair, wearing white-framed glasses and focusing intently on the computer screen.

"Ahem."

Lin Tian cleared his throat before finally entering the study, but she didn’t even glance his way.

"What are you looking at?" Lin Tian asked curiously.

Zhao Qingtang replied, "I’m looking at the online descriptions and legends about Anesthetic Powder, but unfortunately, none seem reliable."

Lin Tian chuckled, saying, "If there were reliable information online, it would have been used long ago; why else would it be our turn?"

"True."

Zhao Qingtang glanced up, about to say something, when suddenly she burst into laughter, covering her mouth.

Lin Tian wasn’t pleased, "Do I look that funny to you?"

"No, no," Zhao Qingtang hurriedly waved her hand, her big eyes under the double eyelids still darting up and down over Lin Tian. Laughing, she said, "It’s just... you really look like a little old man in those pajamas."

Lin Tian rolled his eyes, "These pajamas belonged to your grandfather, elderly people’s clothes. It’s the pajamas that are old, not me."

Zhao Qingtang teased with a smile, "Lin the little old man, hehe, these clothes suit you well..."

She stopped mid-sentence, suddenly opening her eyes wide, no longer laughing, and dryly asked, "Why did my grandma give you pajamas? Are you staying overnight here?"

Lin Tian shrugged, helplessly saying, "The lady gave them to me, no choice in the matter, as for why these particular ones. I think you should understand."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Qingtang turned her head away, humming lightly, "I don’t know at all."

Zhao Qingtang closed the webpage, opened Word, and said, "Alright, let’s talk business. Report the medicine recipes to me, I’ll jot them down."

Lin Tian knew Zhao Qingtang was referring not only to Anesthetic Powder but also other valuable lost remedies and some care methods.

Lin Tian didn’t hold back; he’d already thought about what recipes to share during the drive here. Since publishing in the Lancet magazine was intended for a global audience, the stakes were high, requiring careful consideration.

Besides Anesthetic Powder and Anesthetic Soup, Lin Tian mentioned a remedy for treating stomach diseases, and another for significantly alleviating diabetes.

Anesthetic Powder and Anesthetic Soup, whether in terms of effectiveness or side effects, outperform current market anesthetics by a good margin.

The stomach disease remedy requires boiling the medicine twice a day, admittedly troublesome, but more effective than dietary therapy or certain Western medicines.

The remedy for significantly alleviating diabetes uses pricey materials but boasts unmatched efficacy compared to Western medicine. Combined, the costs aren’t prohibitive.

These four recipes, any of them, pose a major challenge to Western medicine and pharmaceuticals.

When the time comes, there’s bound to be enormous resistance from Western medicine, as Zhao Qingtang previously noted. Expect it to be smeared, with emphasis placed on certain exceptional cases, guiding public opinion to turn good into bad.

After all, these issues don’t just touch some individuals’ interests; they concern an entire industry’s interests and could even influence politics. It’s undeniably a cultural war!

Conversely, despite attempts to undermine it, it’s impossible to overturn the truth completely; there will always be someone willing to try it first. Once the most straightforward effects of the medicines emerge, all slander becomes nonsense! Disappearing like smoke, what’s meant to be white will always be white.

Moreover, Lin Tian holds a trump card: the ancient medicine department initiated by Zhang Zhixing, Zhao Xuefeng, Sun Chuanrong, and others. A public clinic will be indispensable, along with media and TV station publicity, guaranteeing significant impact.

By then, these four medical recipes are sure to produce great service!

Lin Tian carefully explained in detail the use of the ingredients, techniques, and decoction methods of these remedies to Zhao Qingtang. As she finished writing, half an hour had passed, totaling twelve hundred characters.

Gazing at the screen, filled with recipes he’d typed out character by character, Zhao Qingtang’s eyes never left.

At her level, she understood the function of most ingredients on the screen. Yet, putting them together, she found herself perplexed.

Lin Tian did not disturb her. Though he could provide a comprehensive explanation, some things require Zhao Qingtang’s own understanding. To inform her, she must ask proactively; it’s a matter of courtesy.

After more than ten minutes, Zhao Qingtang’s expression continually changed—at times joyfully surprised, like discovering a treasure, while occasionally furrowing brows, biting her lip, eyes closed, deep in thought.

And Lin Tian?

He just sat beside Zhao Qingtang, propping his chin and watching her, savoring the fragrance from her hair, observing her bare, pretty face. Her skin was fair and ruddy, delicate and fine, and her expression, particularly when serious, was remarkably beautiful.

Although Miaoqiu’s mother Xv Baiping was a refined family’s elegant lady, Miaoqiu herself was not ladylike at all. She would occasionally reveal a shoulder or hike up her dress, then hug Lin Tian’s shoulder, neck, or waist, playfully coquettish, more like a little rascal!

But Zhao Qingtang is different; she grew up by Zhao Xuefeng’s side, surrounded by either medical books or medicinal materials, cultivating a gentle and refined aura. Especially when focused, her demeanor became even more distinct.

After pondering for a long time, Zhao Qingtang still felt overwhelmed. She suddenly turned and met Lin Tian’s gaze, saying, "I don’t quite understand some parts of these recipes; some ingredients conflict with each other. Are they real or fake?"

Lin Tian started to laugh.

"Don’t laugh!" Zhao Qingtang said sternly.

Lin Tian ignored her, continuing to smile. "The recipes absolutely have no issue, but as for the confusing parts? I think experimenting yourself will offer more insight than if I just tell you."