Pharmacy Is a Rigorous Discipline

Wu Chen accepted the friend request, then took the initiative to send a message: "hellooo."

Jiang Nan's reply, however, was as formal as ever.

Jiang Jiang: [Hello, Teacher Wu. I'm terribly sorry to bother you so late.]

Wu Chen: [Still awake?]

He glanced at the time.

It was nearly ten at night.

Based on his extensive experience chatting with girls in his previous life, they would usually say something like "Going to take a shower" or "Going to sleep, good night" at this hour.

Jiang Jiang: [Not yet. I just wanted to ask how the sample you mentioned last time is coming along.]

Only then did Wu Chen realize she was worried about her family's factory.

He nudged Wu Shufen, who was sound asleep at his feet, with his foot. "Meowing good-for-nothing. You can't learn a backflip, and now she doesn't even think of you when there's nothing going on."

Wu Shufen: Meow?

Wu Chen took a sip of coffee and thought it over.

Leaving the sample unused in the system would be a waste, and he could make some money while he was at it, so the cooperation was worth pursuing.

Besides, if he secured a deal with Jiangdong Pharmaceutical Factory, it would be a resounding slap in Wang Hongfa's face.

As long as he could take that bastard down a peg, he, Wu Chen, had to lend a hand.

So he typed: [It's finished. It'll be here tomorrow.]

Jiang Jiang: [That fast?]

Jiang Jiang: [Then could you come to the factory tomorrow to test the sample?]

It was clear she was anxious, worrying about it even this late at night.

Wu Chen: [Sure.]

Jiang Jiang: [Thank you so much! I'll pick you up downstairs at nine tomorrow morning!]

Wu Chen: [Ten.]

Jiang Jiang: [Okay!]

After closing the chat window, Wu Chen called up the system and checked the sample he had received from his first lottery draw.

[Industrial-grade intelligent visual inspection camera]

[Grade: green]

[Price: 2 skill points]

[Purchase limit: 5]

He spent two skill points to extract it.

[Current skill points: 2.827 -> 0.827]

He renamed it "Little Jiang No. 1."

Compared with Vengeance No. 1, it could perfectly solve Jiangdong Pharmaceutical Factory's problem.

But if it were put on an actual production line, even if Wu Chen redeemed all five samples, it wouldn't be enough. A production line would have to be built to mass-produce it.

Unfortunately, Wu Chen had not fully mastered the theoretical knowledge behind it.

And image recognition wasn't the focus of his research, either.

So if Jiang Nan wanted more, he could sell her the sample and let her find someone to mass-produce it herself.

After connecting Little Jiang No. 1 to his computer and testing it to make sure there were no problems, Wu Chen washed up and went to bed.

He slept especially soundly.

The next morning, Wu Chen was fast asleep when a ringing phone woke him.

"Hello, Teacher Wu, are you up?"

Jiang Nan's slightly cool voice came through the phone.

"No."

Wu Chen checked the time and discovered it was already 9:50, ten minutes before their agreed meeting time.

"Then I'll wait for you downstairs."

Jiang Nan spoke from the other end of the line.

"You're already here?"

"Yes."

Wu Chen sat up in bed and looked downstairs through the window.

Sure enough, Jiang Nan's red Mercedes-Benz C200 was parked downstairs.

"Then wait ten minutes. I'll get ready and come down."

With that, Wu Chen hung up.

He liked to be punctual himself, so he put himself in others' shoes and didn't want to keep them waiting.

After quickly washing his face, brushing his teeth, getting dressed, and giving Wu Shufen cat food and water, Wu Chen made it downstairs at exactly ten and knocked on Jiang Nan's car window.

"Teacher Jiang, open the door."

Jiang Nan was reading in the driver's seat, and she seemed surprised when she looked up and saw Wu Chen.

She opened the car door. "Teacher Wu, how are you ready so quickly?"

"As long as a man doesn't take a dump before going out, there's basically nothing to hold him up."

Wu Chen got into the passenger seat and spoke as he fastened his seat belt.

Jiang Nan gave a surprised "Oh."

But her attention was soon drawn to the box in Wu Chen's hand.

"Is this the sample you mentioned? What's it called this time, Vengeance No. 2?"

"You don't have to be so formal with me. It feels awkward."

Wu Chen handed her the box as he spoke. "This time it's called Little Jiang No. 1."

Jiang Nan opened the box and, sure enough, saw the words "Little Jiang No. 1" printed in large characters on the body.

His Vengeance No. 1 last time had been made to screw over Wang Hongfa and Lavrov, so he hadn't printed its name on it.

But this one was meant for actual use, so it had to be labeled.

Jiang Nan was evidently at a loss for words about the name, feeling it was somewhat suggestive.

But in the end, she said nothing and simply put the box on the back seat.

Starting the car, she asked, "Teacher Wu, have you had breakfast? If not, let's get something to eat first."

"No need."

"Okay."

Jiang Nan was a straightforward person too.

She didn't press him. She stepped on the gas and headed for Jiangdong Pharmaceutical Factory in Xiaoshan.

In 2008, there was no Zizhi Tunnel or Qiantang Expressway, so the trip would take at least an hour and a half.

Bored with nothing to do, Wu Chen picked up the book Jiang Nan had just placed on the center console.

Fundamentals of Pharmacology.

"Teacher Jiang, do you still read such basic books?"

"Yes. When I run into a difficult problem, I read up on the fundamentals for inspiration, and I always feel like I improve."

Jiang Nan explained.

Wu Chen thought of the pile of basic teaching materials he had just finished writing and wholeheartedly agreed.

But after picking up the book and casually flipping through a few pages, he felt dizzy.

Sure enough, different trades were separated by mountains.

How was any of this basic?

Fortunately, his system wasn't bound to pharmacy.

Otherwise, he might as well have gone straight for a head-on showdown with Wang Hongfa.

Difficult as it was, a few keywords-diabetes and weight loss-piqued his interest, and he forced himself to read on.

And, well, what do you know?

This pharmacology book really was pretty addictive.

The content was a little outdated, though.

"After all these years, they're still calling metformin a wonder drug for diabetes. Compared with that something-or-other peptide, it's just some random thing by the roadside."

Wu Chen made the offhand remark.

He had a roommate who was 1.65 meters tall but weighed 230 jin, driving his BMI, or body mass index, up to 42. Unsurprisingly, he developed diabetes.

In the end, it was only thanks to something called "such-and-such peptide" that he could finally be human again.

So it had left a deep impression on Wu Chen.

"What peptide?"

Jiang Nan was concentrating on speeding down the road. Without looking back, she said, "I don't know what drug you're talking about, Teacher Wu."

"You don't?"

Wu Chen was a little puzzled.

Then he thought back carefully. The drug should have been called semaglutide.

Was it not in use yet in 2008?

But he only vaguely remembered his roommate raving about how awesome this GLP-1 receptor drug was, calling it an epoch-making product.

Jiang Nan didn't know what he was thinking. She simply kept her eyes on the road ahead and continued to give him a serious answer.

"The metformin mentioned in the book lowers blood sugar by inhibiting gluconeogenesis in the liver and increasing insulin sensitivity in muscle tissue. It's also currently the most effective drug for treating type 2 diabetes."

Wu Chen thought for a while after hearing her out.

Only after searching his memory for quite some time with his level-one intelligence did he speak with conviction.

"No, I think GLP-1 receptor drugs work better."

He must have remembered the timing wrong.

But regardless of when it was, since he now knew the general direction ahead of time, helping a professional put it to use sooner would count as accumulating virtue and doing a good deed.

Jiang Nan's delicate brows knitted together.

"Teacher Wu, medicine and pharmacy are rigorous disciplines. Every drug needs to go through strict clinical testing. You can't make it work through sheer willpower."

"I know, but I'm not talking nonsense. I can make an intelligent model to verify it."

Wu Chen had just figured out what to say.

"An intelligent model can verify pharmacological principles?"

Jiang Nan's frown deepened, and she clearly didn't trust what he was saying.