"Can I ask in advance what kind of drug it is?"

Father Song's eyes lit up, and he couldn't wait to ask.

"Hemostasis and anti-inflammatory, lower cost and better effectiveness than the same type of drugs currently used." As far as she knows, there was a big battle to be fought at the end of the 70s, and by that time, if there were better hemostatic drugs and anti-inflammatory drugs, more lives would undoubtedly be saved.

"Xiao Ye, hearing you say this, could it be that you already have a plan?" Father Song's gaze was unusually eager.

Ye Xia smiled and responded conservatively: "Seventy." ”

"If you were given a lab, how long would it take you to develop the two drugs you were talking about?" What Ye Xia can think of, Dad Song, an old comrade, can naturally think of it, if he can really develop better and cheaper wound and anti-inflammatory drugs, it will be a very happy thing!

"It's hard to say exactly how long, but it won't be too long."

Having said that, Father Song saw the confidence emanating from his bones from Ye Xia's indifferent expression.

……

Educated youth point.

"Mom, I'm seriously injured, but you and Dad didn't check it just now, and my wound is indeed recovering well, so I really don't need you to stay here to take care of me." It was a shame to be injured in such a position, but in order to let the old lady follow the old man, he had to make a "sacrifice", but who could tell him why the old lady still insisted on staying? Song Shubo rubbed his forehead, his face was bitter, and he felt so powerless!

Song's mother stared at her little son, who didn't know what was going on, and said angrily: "Okay, I'll go, I'll leave with your father." ”

In order to let his wife return to the city with peace of mind, Father Song smiled at this time and said: "Xiaobo's injury is no longer a big problem, as long as he takes care of it for a while, he can be alive again." After a pause, he continued: "Besides, with Xiao Ye here, we still have nothing to worry about." ”

"Okay, I can see it, you two are obviously a nostril of air." Mother Song sighed helplessly: "You can collect these two hundred yuan and these tickets." ”

"Mom is the best for me."

Song Shubo accepted the money ticket and grinned.

"Silly." Giving him a roll of his eyes, Mother Song snorted and said, "Take care of yourself." ”

"Mom, don't worry, I don't have to go to work during my recuperation, and I don't have anything to do every day except eating and drinking and sleeping." Song Shubo smiled obediently and said with a flattering face, seeing that Song's mother couldn't see it: "It's better to be like this." ”

Father Song patted Song Shubo on the shoulder, and his voice was calm but gentle: "Take care of your injuries, don't worry me and your mother." ”

"Hmm." Song Shubo nodded.

"When your injuries are healed, remember to take leave and go back to the city for a comprehensive examination." Father Song advised.

Song Shubo's eyes were slightly moist, and he nodded again: "I listen to you." As he spoke, he opened his hands and hugged Song's father, and then hugged Song's mother, and said with some crying in his voice: "I thought I would never see you again!" This is the truth, the moment he was pierced by the thin bamboo through his body, he was both scared and panicked, and desperate, not thinking, he was lucky to pass through the ghost gate once, and he could see his father and mother who gave birth to him and loved him again.

"You're fine now, don't say stupid things."

Mother Song hugged her little son, endured the tears dripping, and patted him twice on the back: "Promise Mom, you have to be careful in everything you do in the future." ”

(End of chapter)