Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 981: Some of us are disloyal.

When Wang Yunxiao returned to the police station, the investigation into God’s Blood had already yielded results.

Recently, the case backlog in the Business Department was quite heavy, including the case of the Cuojin Sect dabbling in feng shui, the case of the old vampire, the case of Shen Qingxi reclaiming family property, the case of Mu Tiansheng...

Chen Yuguang’s hairline was visibly receding.

"Chief, I think we should slow down a bit first and digest the cases we have at hand."

Investigating a case is easy. Once the parties confess and sign, it’s considered closed.

But the things associated with these cases are each more troublesome than the last.

If we don’t investigate, we’d be unworthy of this uniform.

If we do investigate, without experts to handle it, we simply can’t continue.

They’re all tough nuts to crack.

Chen Yuguang’s point was, "Boss, stop pulling more aggro, we can’t keep up with the output, the healer’s mana is running dry, let’s slow the pace a bit."

Wang Yunxiao also felt aggrieved, "Was it me who unleashed these challenges? Either they follow the normal procedures to report a case, or they suddenly appear, charging right at me."

You can’t just think it’s troublesome because they follow the normal reporting procedures.

If they didn’t follow the regular procedure and solved it privately as before, causing all sorts of problems, wouldn’t that be more troublesome?

"I get it, let’s start by talking about the itinerant healer," he said.

Speaking of this person, Chen Yuguang’s expression was quite subtle.

Itinerant Healer Zhao Baosheng, when it comes to being a doctor, he has some skills, but in other aspects, he’s a complete failure.

His skills were ancestral; he couldn’t cure but he couldn’t kill either, barely making a living.

Middle-aged, still single, his home was barren.

Until one day his luck turned, a friend came to visit, claiming that a descendant from the future had sent a dream to bring him wealth and prosperity. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Zhao Baosheng was poor but not stupid.

He had only ever heard of ancestors sending dreams, never grey descendants.

And why wouldn’t the dream be sent directly to him, but instead involve someone else passing it along?

However, the friend’s sincere attitude, along with offering formulas and gold and silver, made Zhao Baosheng unable to refuse.

Fine, if you’re rich, you’re the boss, you can play it however you want.

Ever since then, Zhao Baosheng had his own Medicine Hall, transforming into a shopkeeper.

The friend’s formula, to be honest, was nonsense. It didn’t even understand the basic principles, just a sloppy summer concoction.

Only one of the main ingredients was the real essence.

This stuff cures all ailments!

It might sound exaggerated, but its effectiveness was extraordinary and widely praised.

If he could continue this business, he could indeed achieve wealth and prosperity.

But when does heaven give free pies?

As the Medicine Hall’s business boomed, the wealthy friend started causing trouble.

First, they picked all sorts of faults, thought operating a Medicine Hall was too slow, wanted to create a company, modernize management, commercialize operations...

Zhao Baosheng didn’t understand any of this, and muddle-headedly signed a stack of contracts, selling off his own essentials.

He couldn’t understand why this friend wanted to exploit his essentials.

Then came the cutting corners; the essential main ingredient’s dosage was reduced again and again, diluted to the point where it showed no effect.

Later, Zhao Baosheng realized that the main ingredient wasn’t easily obtainable, each use meant less availability.

The friend hoped to quickly build a brand before the main ingredient ran out, so patients would buy for the brand, rendering the main ingredient unnecessary.

But doing business isn’t that easy.

Just as business was thriving, he was ambushed by competition.

The rivals included local peers and formidable outsiders, like Yamazaki Pharmaceuticals.

And some unnamed western medicine smugglers.

No choice, a miracle cure that claims to cure all ailments is bound to attract resentment, disrupting the market.

Originally, this friend helped him cut through the commercial sea like a warrior.

But unfortunately, after the New Year, the friend suddenly vanished without a word.

The so-called unpredictable weather, who’d expect an overworked employee to be sold like a draft animal by their boss.

What’s an important project to you is worthless to your boss.

Without the help of a wealthy and capable friend, Zhao Baosheng, lacking business experience, lost everything in less than three months.

After reflecting deeply, Zhao Baosheng decided to pick up his old Jianghu experience and start anew.

The saying goes, "Acquire talents of literature and martial arts, sell them to the Imperial Family." What was the greatest desire of Jianghu People in the past? Simply to emulate the legend of Liangshan.

Zhao Baosheng knew his capabilities, unable to manage a modern company, so he decided to repackage the remaining main ingredient as a high-end product to market to the upper class.

That led to the affair with Mu Tiansheng.

There was nothing suspicious about Zhao Baosheng himself, his life story was simple and clear, nor could you accuse him of selling fake medicine.

Though the incident with the starlet breaking her neck was related to him, he saved her, and there were no plans to pursue the matter.

The real issue was that Zhao Baosheng possessed a medical manual.

Not the formula for extracting God’s Blood, the mysterious science involved was too complex for him.

This medical manual was a blueprint for new drug formulations that his future descendants had handed him "in a dream".

For instance, Sulfonamide, Penicillin, and so on.

But Zhao Baosheng couldn’t understand it at all.

"I’m a local itinerant healer, who understands your AABB, methylbenzene?"

His friend didn’t take this seriously at all either.

"We already have God’s Blood, the Universal Divine Medicine, why bother with that empty pretense?"

The two geniuses, in their infinite wisdom, tossed this treasure aside and ignored it.

Until it was discovered by Chen Yuguang, a genuine university student.

Chen Yuguang shrewdly realized the value of this medical manual.

"Hey there, you guys already have such a peerless Secret Manual, why are you still messing around with God’s Blood?"

In the end, they ended up back where they started.

"Chief, I think if this medical manual is authentic, its value is immeasurable."

Indeed, it’s invaluable; worth a fortune to those who recognize it, worthless to those who don’t.

Wang Yunxiao glanced at Chen Yuguang.

"You’re tempted? Want to start a business?"

"No, I didn’t study this field; I can only grasp the general idea..."

"With the current personnel and technology in the country, these medicines can’t be produced yet."

Wang Yunxiao didn’t understand either, but vaguely remembered from online novels he read, even if the protagonist was overpowered, rarely could they manually concoct such western drugs.

The technical content is too high.

Moreover, a medical company would surely have records of literary materials from the future era sent back, wouldn’t the Secretary Bureau have archived it? They even collected materials for the Doomsday Plan.