Medical Center.
Operating Room 2.
"Making drugs in their own apartment..."
After Adam finished giving his instructions, Dr. Shepherd could not help shaking his head with a sigh.
"That's perfectly normal."
Adam smiled. "Where else would ordinary people find a place? When they're just starting out on a small scale, it's definitely in their own apartment. Once they get bigger, they'll consider renting a separate, secluded place specifically as a lab.
"Or they might just buy an RV, drive it out to some godforsaken wilderness every week, work for two days and two nights, clean everything up, then come back and sell.
"Once they grow bigger still, they can consider opening a company as a front for legitimate business.
"For example, opening a laundry factory and building a real chemical lab underground.
"The raw materials, equipment, ventilation, and distribution needed for drug production can all be concealed within it.
"Bigger still, and they can just go abroad, claim a patch of land, and directly build a large corporation."
"..."
Everyone in the Operating Room was stunned, staring at Adam with their mouths agape.
"What's wrong?"
Adam asked with an amused smile.
"Dr. Duncan, how are you so familiar with this?"
Lexie asked in shock.
"You've forgotten that besides being a doctor, I'm also a writer."
Adam smiled. "Before writing, I naturally had to gather relevant material. I was interested in this subject back then and wanted to write a crime novel about it, so I looked into it in depth."
He was no White Scholar.
"I see..."
Everyone came to a realization.
"Dr. Duncan is amazing!"
The nurses exclaimed in admiration.
"Can we read that novel?"
Dr. Shepherd teased, "Lord of the Mysteries ended in such a hurry. I'm afraid there's no hope for this one either, right?"
"I've retired