The Sophisticated Egoist

"If you need it, it's best if we provide it. After all, there's always a risk of the prescription leaking outside. But no matter how much you need, we can supply it for you. If you want to sell it outside, you only need to cover the cost of the medicine and the workers' wages, and we can handle the production for you," said Ke Zeming, suggesting the most accommodating approach.

However, he was not the least bit uneasy. Even if he couldn't secure this, there was always Uncle Xia.

"That works for me, but I also have conditions. I can provide it to you, but the recipe must remain confidential."

This made Ke Zeming, who had originally planned to hide the medicine for himself, feel an upwelling of excitement.

"Alright, we'll do as you say," he nodded firmly, barely able to sit still. He rubbed his big palm on his pants, looking at the wound he'd just cut.

"It has recovered?!"

"What's recovered?" Gao Huabin, who had just finished his phone call, walked in and asked curiously.