Similarly, Zhang Feng suddenly realized that relying on a group of executives for research and development not only led to insufficient funds but also to inadequate research ability.
The scale was far too low to handle extraordinary projects.
Yet, it was precisely their grassroots approach that led to the invention of these ’semi-overclocked’ little pills.
At first glance, they seemed useless and somewhat expensive, but they were considered a fun innovation.
Moreover, as long as there was innovation of this kind, many private pharmaceutical ventures might also produce some peculiar drugs, enriching the extraordinary society and contributing to medical-related treatments.
We cannot rely solely on official efforts and our own initiatives.
After all, the world belongs to everyone globally.
At most, Zhang Feng could turn some things that aren’t quite benevolent into more benevolent ones.
As he was musing on the bigger picture, a knock on the door sounded.
From the sound, it was undoubtedly Master Wang.
After waiting for the door to open.
Master Wang now looked very fit, holding two cases of beer in one hand and a hefty alloy sword weighing at least 150 pounds in the other, as if playing.
"What’s with you bringing a sword here?" Zhang Feng paused his thoughts as he observed the stance.
"The sword belonged to the dojo owner." Master Wang laughed heartily as he entered, "He couldn’t carry it, so he had me bring it."
"Old Wang ran pretty fast."
The voice came from downstairs again.
Dr. Wu was carrying skewers, followed by the dojo owner who kept sniffing.
Seeing the dojo owner’s appearance, Zhang Feng chuckled, "Oh, come on, seriously, can’t you just take some medicine for your cold? Must you come to my place for treatment?
If I don’t invite you for drinks today, are you not going to treat yourself?"
There was a lively drinking session.
"Five aces and eight horses..." The dojo owner’s cold got better, lifting his spirits, now he was playing finger guessing games with Xiaoli.
Master Wang, while talking about delivering the sword, started practicing in the hall.
But given his constitution, lifting was easy; practicing, however, meant the sword swayed with him.
Dr. Wu was quietly reviewing a briefing document.
It was about the little pill.
After Zhang Feng noticed he had finished reading, he asked, "How is this pill, then?"
"Quite good, Mr. Zhang." Dr. Wu praised, "To be honest, our hospital has bought these pills and analyzed them, but we didn’t expect so many encryption processes inside, it’s really difficult to decipher."
"Are you interested in visiting their company?" Zhang Feng got straight to the point, "Moreover, they recently allocated some research strength, aiming to develop medicine for bruises.
I’m thinking of integrating our province’s hospital research capabilities with theirs to solve this problem and come up with an effective bruise treatment medicine soon.
For instance, if regular medicine takes ten days to heal an injury, this wouldn’t claim to be much more effective, but at least reduce it by one or two days.
So martial artists can recover and train sooner."
"Yes..." Upon hearing serious matters, Master Wang set down the sword, moving his somewhat sore arms, "There are more and more martial artists nowadays.
Sometimes in sparring, contact, or even hot-headed fights, this bruise medicine is necessary.
Relying solely on what’s available on the market, the healing process is too slow.
Though at the hospital, you can employ your vibration techniques to repair, which can speed up recovery time a bit.
But I’ve told people in my martial arts academy that doctors have far more serious patients to treat.
If you get a bump or bruise, just rub it a few times yourself and you’ll be fine."
"Hmm... indeed..." The dojo owner hadn’t gotten drunk, "I’ve noticed this too and organized the martial arts academy accordingly.
But if we can speed it up, then let’s do it, right, Old Wu, Master Zhang, what can I contribute here?"
"Just continue playing your games." Zhang Feng dismissed him, focusing solely on the interested Dr. Wu, "If you are considering this, I’ll have President Hai contact you.
Then, you coordinate with them.
I remember you’re now the provincial medical association president?"
"Yes." Dr. Wu smiled, "Thanks to Mr. Zhang, I’m still young but reached such a high position."
"You’re almost fifty, Old Wu, not that young anymore." Zhang Feng shook his head, "Make sure to exercise more when there’s nothing going on.
Once this matter is settled, regardless of anything, I’ll have someone take over all your work.
Once you learn visualization, that’s when you can return to your post."
"Mr. Zhang..." Dr. Wu wanted to say something, worried more about future patients.
"That’s that." Zhang Feng interrupted directly, "Whatever I say, you just follow.
Besides, once you master visualization, overclocked training becomes relatively easier; then you can treat even more people than now."
Zhang Feng knew Dr. Wu just wanted to heal patients.
Using this as leverage could push him to comply.
Zhang Feng didn’t want the years to pass with friends aging one by one and leaving.
Reality can’t be paused.
On a freezing day, snow covered the ground.
Zhang Feng wore his hat, sunglasses, and mask, looking back at Dr. Wu and others, who were rubbing their hands together,
"Stop rubbing, start jogging to warm up."
Zhang Feng got out of bed, gazing outside.
Most of the snow on the ground had vanished, cleaned up by sanitation workers.
On the distant street below, there were young people exercising in the morning, punching while running.
Such scenes were common, even seeing white-collar workers with briefcases doing slow jogging while boxing.
The martial arts atmosphere was becoming increasingly intense.
Out of every five hundred people on the street, one hundred were martial arts practitioners, with at least one being a professional.
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