I insist

Chapter 155: Poverty

After finishing all the affairs of the palace, Song Miqiu returned home. She sat on the wooden table, drinking hot tea, trying to shake off all the fatigue of the day.

She ground her teeth, suddenly realizing that most of the illnesses she had encountered recently were heart problems.

Currently, she is using the system to exchange for medicine to treat heart patients, and at the same time, she is using the medicine she has to open up connections in the palace.

But with what she had, she couldn't treat too many people.

Song Miqiu rested her elbows on the wooden table, propped her head up, and suddenly glanced into the distance, where she saw the haphazardly placed Xuan paper and suddenly thought of something.

She suddenly jumped up from the wooden table, clenched her fist, and slammed it into her palm.

"That's it! I can develop it!"

Song Miqiu herself lacked the skill to make pills, but someone else could; she could have someone else make these pills.

The image of Ming Taicheng appeared in her mind. As a medical sage, it would be easy for him to manufacture these medicines.

Thinking of this, Song Miqiu dared not delay any longer. She walked to the messy desk, randomly picked up a piece of unused Xuan paper, and took out her hand to grind the ink.

She lifted her sleeves, pinched the brush between her fingertips, dipped it in ink on the inkstone, and wrote the prescription on the Xuan paper in a flowing and elegant style.

After writing it down, Song Miqiu picked up the prescription, took it out to dry, and then carefully folded it in her bosom. She immediately slipped out to find Ming Taicheng.

Song Miqiu found Ming Taicheng's prescription in the clinic.

She knocked on the door, and only after receiving permission from the person inside did she push the door open, step over the threshold, and go inside.

The aroma of medicine filled the room. Song Miqiu took a deep breath and found the smell quite pleasant.

She walked in with a smile, found Ming Taicheng, and asked, "Are you interested in doing something?"

"Do something?" Ming Taicheng glanced at Song Miqiu, then smiled and carefully placed the precious medicinal herbs he had just obtained into a rosewood box.

"You don't mean you want me to do something for you, do you?" Ming Taicheng smiled, revealing a few more wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

Song Miqiu lowered her head, somewhat embarrassed, and said, "So obvious?"

"obvious."

Seeing this, Song Miqiu decided not to hide anything anymore and told her everything she was thinking: "I want to develop a special drug for heart disease."

Upon hearing this, Ming Taicheng stopped in surprise. He turned to look at Song Miqiu and asked incredulously, "Do you know what you're saying?"

“I know.” Song Miqiu’s gaze was firm; she knew that her idea was absurd in the eyes of others.

Ming Taicheng smiled wryly, sighed heavily, turned to look at Song Miqiu, and put one hand on his hip, "Your idea is still too naive. If a drug to treat heart disease could be easily developed..."

He raised his hand to Song Miqiu and said calmly, "I will develop it as soon as possible without you telling me, but the problem right now is that we can't manufacture it."

“How could that be!” Song Miqiu retorted with a smile.

Ming Taicheng's interest was piqued. His gaze fell on Song Miqiu, and seeing the movements in her hands, he wanted to see what good things she could bring out.

She bent down and pulled out the neatly folded prescription from her waist, pointing to its contents with a light laugh: "Look at what's on this letter, can you do it?"

Ming Taicheng glanced at Song Miqiu suspiciously, then took the Xuan paper from Song Miqiu's hand. He looked down at it carefully, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Where did you get this from?" Ming Taicheng asked with great surprise. He hadn't expected Song Miqiu to have such a treasure!

"You don't need to know that. I just want to know if you can do it according to the prescription?" Song Miqiu asked with a smile in her eyes, crossing her arms as she looked at Ming Taicheng.

“Of course!” Ming Taicheng was overjoyed. He never expected that the medication for his heart disease, which had troubled him for so long, would appear before his eyes.

But after examining the herbs inside closely, he frowned. He held them out and pointed them out to the other person, saying, "But these herbs are rare and very difficult to obtain. Even my pharmacy doesn't have them."

The elation he had felt moments before vanished instantly, and Ming Taicheng let out a heavy sigh.

Now that he has the prescription, he is tripped up by the medicinal materials. He has spent his whole life trying to conquer a difficult prescription, but even God is not on his side.

But then Ming Taicheng thought again, since the prescription was given to him by Song Miqiu, Song Miqiu might know how to replace it or come up with a solution.

He snapped out of his reverie, his gaze falling on Song Miqiu. He quickly walked to Song Miqiu's side, neatly spread out the prescription, and pointed to its contents with one finger, "Do you have any alternatives for these herbs?"

“Of course there are.” Song Miqiu smiled and explained the effects of the medicinal herbs he pointed out. Ming Taicheng was a medical sage, so she only needed to explain the effects of the herbs to him, and Ming Taicheng would know how to find substitutes.

"I'm sure you've remembered the effects of those herbs. You can find substitutes when the time comes."

Ming Taicheng nodded, but another question arose, "Since it's a substitute, we don't know how effective it is. How can we know how much difference there is in efficacy between these two herbs after they are substituted?"

Song Miqiu's expression turned slightly serious, something she had considered before coming to find Ming Taicheng.

After all, this matter concerns human life, and there are too many people suffering from heart disease these days.

Countless people want to come to the doctor to develop a drug for heart disease, but it is too difficult. Even Ming Taicheng has not yet developed it, let alone these unknown people.

Song Miqiu thought for a moment, glanced at Ming Taicheng, and hesitated.

She wasn't sure if Ming Taicheng would accept her idea.

The latter noticed that Song Miqiu kept glancing at him, and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

"How about we find a few people with heart disease to experiment on after we've manufactured the drug? We can waive their medical expenses, and if it's successful, we can also send them a bottle of the heart disease medication."

Song Miqiu knew that poor people also had heart disease. Wealthy people could buy medication to suppress it, but the poor had the biggest disease: poverty.

Poor and ill, they had no extra money to buy heart medication and could only tough it out on their own.

In her view, these people were definitely the most suitable to come and help them with their experiments. If it was safe, she would receive a bottle of special medicine for heart disease for free after each treatment.

For them, this is naturally excellent.

"no!"

As soon as Song Miqiu proposed this method, Ming Taicheng refuted it, frowning and firmly rejecting Song Miqiu's suggestion.