After the Zhan Family left, Shi Yaoguang also pondered the possibility of mass-producing the medicine.
Based on what Zhan Miao said, the condition afflicting the elder was common among many soldiers affected by the ravages of war.
These were the medals accumulated by the warriors.
At the same time, they were also torments.
If the ointment could be mass-produced, it would relieve some of the pain, to some degree.
Quan Jinbei saw her intentions and offered his opinion, "If it can be mass-produced according to the prescription, you could hand over the prescription to the state. This way, you wouldn't have to work too hard and worry so much. If there are any special ingredients needed, you might have to get them yourself."
"Handing over the prescription isn't an issue, the main thing is the trace elements it contains."
Quan Jinbei's eyes narrowed slightly, "What kind of trace elements?"
"Hmm..." Shi Yaoguang thought for a moment before replying, "Spiritual Power."
