The old guard at the pharmaceutical factory was initially reluctant to let the truck in, mentioning that the factory had ceased production for several months, and even the last batch of employees was about to leave.
Later, after the old guard made a phone call, he allowed the vehicle to enter.
"A very ordinary pharmaceutical factory, not some large-scale hospital or a successor of a traditional Chinese medicine family with deep roots?" Huang Yaoshi felt something was off as he listened, wondering if he was going to misjudge twice in one day, or should he wait for the lady boss to return and discuss in detail before deciding whether to investigate the background of that small pharmaceutical plant.
The herbs were carefully selected, and the day for Xiao Xian and Zeng Xuerou to start school was also approaching.
