Ren Xueping ate very happily this meal, half of Ren Pingsheng's craftsmanship is really good, much better than the usual barely eaten meals, and the other half is that the atmosphere of eating is very relaxed, there is no dull and sad suffocation in the past, Ren Pingsheng also worked hard to make jokes to enliven the atmosphere, so she ate more than before, and the smile on her face increased, although she coughed from time to time, but it was not as heart-rending as in the past.

After the meal, Yang Zhenghe was responsible for washing the dishes and chopsticks, Yang Ruoyi accompanied his mother back to the room to rest, Ren Pingsheng walked outside alone, Hanzhou City at night was not as hot as during the day, the night wind blew on the body to bring a burst of coolness, Ren Pingsheng walked aimlessly.

Ren Pingsheng is very familiar with the area of Xueyuan Road, in his previous life, he had a hobby of playing tennis, and often made appointments with his friends to come here to play a few games on the tennis court, but he deliberately avoided the teacher's apartment.

In the timeline of his previous life, his aunt died in the year he graduated, and his uncle also induced an old illness due to excessive grief, and followed his aunt three years later, and his cousin, who was hit by the death of his parents, sold the house after graduating from college to avoid touching the scene.

Ren Pingsheng was already working in Hanzhou City at that time, he was naturally obliged to take on the obligation to help the Yang family take care of the aftermath, and sent away two close relatives one after another, so that Yang Ruoyi matured a lot overnight, in order to avoid this sad place, she chose to study abroad, and stayed in Canada after graduating with a master's degree.

In the current timeline, Ren Pingsheng has once again intervened in the life of his aunt's family, and this time he must change the previous ending.

After walking for a long time, Ren Pingsheng didn't come up with a feasible way, he was a little tired, so he took a shortcut and walked back.

As soon as Ren Pingsheng turned into this road, he felt regretful.

The road is narrow and dark, lined with old buildings waiting to be demolished, and the storefronts on the lower floor have been converted into small shops that engage in that kind of trade, with signs such as "massage", "health" and "massage" hanging in front of the doors.

Girls dressed in revealing clothes and heavy makeup leaned against the door of the store revealing ambiguous pink lights, scratching their heads at the male pedestrians passing by, and some of them were bold and spicy and directly greeted customers, which was obviously a low-end red light district.

It is close to the university and the residential area, but it is a certain distance from the residential buildings, and it is an old house listed for demolition, so neither the police nor the residents like to interfere in this area, so it has become a good place for wandering warblers and butterflies.

So Ren Pingsheng had just walked halfway, and he had been pestered several times by the young lady who was soliciting, and he was anxious to leave this place, so he quickly quickened his pace, and saw that he was about to walk out of this street, and was pulled by a young woman about thirty years old.

This young woman has a pair of huge ** like watermelons, although she is not tall, but her arm strength is very great, she grabbed Ren Pingsheng's arm and shouted: "Handsome guy, come and play, the massage is very comfortable." ”

"I'm just passing by, don't pull me. Ren Pingsheng was a little helpless, when he was stopped by such a woman on the street, even if he didn't mean it, others would think about it when they saw it.

"Handsome guy, don't pretend, I'm not here to do that, come on, I'm cheap. "The young woman may not have a good business today, so she holds on to Ren Pingsheng.

Ren Pingsheng was in a dilemma, and it was not good to be rough with women on the street, and the pedestrians walking by next to him were looking at them with a look of watching a good show, and he really regretted going home this time.

"Handsome guy, do you have a problem there, don't worry, little sister has Indian divine oil here, and I will help you press it and wipe it to ensure that you do it." ”

The more the young woman's mouth spoke, the more unclear it became, Ren Pingsheng couldn't bear it anymore this time, and if it went on like this, others would think that he couldn't even prostitute himself.

"Sister, I really have a problem. Ren Pingsheng didn't struggle this time, he put his mouth to the young woman's ear, and pretended to say a few words to her mysteriously.

The young woman's face suddenly changed greatly, not only let go of the hand holding him, but also took a few steps back, spat on the ground, and scolded: "If you are sick, you should hurry up and treat it, don't provoke the old lady, she is disgusting to death." ”

Ren Pingsheng felt refreshed physically and mentally, and like a bird that had broken free from a cage, he hurriedly ran out of the street, leaving behind the young woman's scolding and the red light district.

When I came back from the walk, the lights had been turned off in the house, and the three members of the Yang family all returned to their respective bedrooms, only the light was still faintly visible in my aunt's room, and a hint of coughing echoed through the crack in the door.

Ren Pingsheng was not in a hurry to go back to the guest room, and on the way back, he kept a signal wandering in his head, which made him associate with certain memories of his previous life, which were most likely related to his aunt's illness.

"What is it, why can't you remember?" Ren Pingsheng desperately wanted to recall, but the bit of information in his mind was too vague for him to fully retell.

Due to the hot weather and the sweat from running ahead, Ren Pingsheng simply took a shower to make his body clearer, which should also help his head.

Ren Pingsheng used the bathroom next to the living room, at that time, the decoration of the house was not popular to divide the main guest bedroom, Yang's 120 square meters on a bathroom, the bathroom is also in the bathroom, so there are a lot of Ren Xueping's toiletries in it.

Ren Pingsheng wiped his body, stood in front of the mirror, and found that his beard had not been shaved for several days, so he went to find his uncle's razor, he looked around a few times on the washstand, and inadvertently touched a small bottle, he knew that this was Ren Xueping's special, and hurriedly helped it up and put it away.

Ren Pingsheng found the razor and began to shave, but more signals appeared in his mind, as if something on the bottle just now touched his memory.

Hurriedly shaved his beard, Ren Pingsheng picked up the small purple bottle again, the label on it was labeled with plant patterns and a lot of English, Ren Pingsheng knew that this was his aunt's commonly used essential oil, this thing helps sleep, he turned the bottle over, and the origin under the label was clearly written: Made in India.

"Indian Divine Oil, Made in India", Ren Pingsheng had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and connected several signals that he had just come into contact with.

"India, Targeted Drugs, Generic Drugs, ......"

By the way, I should have thought a long time ago that Indian generic drugs are the best way to save my aunt at this stage.

As if he had discovered a new continent, Ren Pingsheng jumped in the bathroom excitedly, throwing aside the usual stability, and the problem that had plagued him for a long time was suddenly solved, which made him full of energy.

Ren Pingsheng had already found the clues, and the next step was to verify the feasibility, he hurriedly walked to his uncle's study, turned on the computer and router, and began to search for what he wanted on the Internet.

In 2006, the Internet had not yet entered the home, and Yang's home was still using ADSL's dial-up Internet service, with a bandwidth of only about 1M, but at that time, Guge had not yet withdrawn from the Chinese market, and Ren Pingsheng could access foreign information without going over the wall.

However, although there are ancient songs, there are not many things he is looking for on the Internet, and at this time, the understanding of Indian generic drugs in China can almost be said to be blank, and most of the information is in English.

In his previous life, Ren Pingsheng had seen the report of the so-called Indian medicine hero "Lu Yong", who was a middle-aged small businessman who had chronic myelocytic leukemia around 2004 and needed small molecule targeted drug Gleevec treatment, but due to the domestic patent protection system, Gleevec, which was originally produced by Nova in Switzerland, was extremely expensive, and he almost went bankrupt after less than two years, and his wife and children also left him.

Lu Yong had contact with the Indian market when he was doing foreign trade before, and learned about the existence of generic drugs in India through some very secret channels.

Since the Patent Act passed by the Indian government in 1970 does not protect the intellectual property rights of pharmaceutical compounds, Indian pharmaceutical companies have been prompted to produce a large number of generic drugs of foreign drugs, and the efficacy of generic drugs in India is not only similar to that of genuine drugs, but also the price can be reduced to about 20% of the genuine drugs, which undoubtedly brings great benefits to Indian patients.

Not only that, Indian pharmaceutical companies also export a large number of generic drugs, and many patients in low-income countries rely on Indian generic drugs to successfully survive, so India is also known as the "world's pharmaceutical factory".

After thinking of generic drugs in India, Ren Pingsheng immediately linked the Lu Yong case in his memory with it, as long as he could buy generic drugs from India, he could save his aunt's life and save the life of Yang Zhenghe's family.

In the timeline of previous lives, Indians have become the backbone of Silicon Valley and the world's Internet industry, and the heads of IT giants such as Guge and Weisoft are all Indians.

But in 2006, India's Internet was even more backward than China's, both the portal and the corporate homepage were very simple, not to mention the pharmaceutical companies that are far away from people's daily lives.

Ren Pingsheng used his not very high English level to write emails for purchase cooperation to these three pharmaceutical companies, and found a pen and handwriting, and wrote down their addresses and contact information.

After doing this, Ren Pingsheng did not rush to shut down, but opened QQ.