Jiang Siming's sudden mention of a pharmaceutical company left Qin Yiyi completely unable to process what he had said.
"I'm planning to start a pharmaceutical company. Would you be interested in helping me? I'll make you the company's president."
"Pharmaceuticals? What kind of medicine would you make?" Qin Yiyi asked.
She added, "If they're ordinary medicines, I wouldn't recommend starting one."
When it came to medicine, Qin Yiyi's professional expertise was fully evident.
"There are already many kinds of ordinary medicines, along with all sorts of substitutes. The pharmaceutical market is saturated. Building a pharmaceutical company for one ordinary medicine would be too troublesome, and it could very likely operate at a loss."
Qin Yiyi was genuinely thinking of Jiang Siming's best interests.
Naturally, Jiang Siming knew that Qin Yiyi meant well.
"The medicine I want to make isn't ordinary."
"Then what is it?"
Qin Yiyi knew very well how capable Jiang Siming was in medicine. He was practically a god.
No matter how difficult the illness, he could cure it with ease.
By now, the people who had sought out Jiang Siming at Heng'ai for treatment probably numbered several thousand, if not more than ten thousand.
"It's a medicine that can eliminate cancer cells."
"Impossible. There isn't a medicine anywhere in the world that can completely eliminate cancer." Qin Yiyi immediately denied it.
After all, anyone would find that impossible to believe, let alone an expert.
Cancer and cancer cells were terminal conditions that modern medicine still could not handle.
Unless it was discovered at an early stage, when there was still a chance of a cure.
However, early-stage cancer had no symptoms. The cancer cells hid inside the body, causing no discomfort whatsoever.
Only when the cancer cells spread to the intermediate stage would they trigger other symptoms.