After I lost my job, I started to get rich from plane trading.

Lawrence's thoughts were finally suppressed by reason. Well...that's not the reason why he didn't want to be sued by the adjutant and go to Zhu Lin!

Although he knew that Zhu Lin would support his decision if he knew about it, he still felt a little guilty when a large amount of next year's expenses were suddenly gone.

If there are no people from the main star, there is nothing wrong with him doing this, because there is already a shortage of medical treatment here. As long as it can save lives, just use it.

But that group of people came and were "left" by them, and most of the medical supplies they had were sent to him.

Those things were enough to last for a while, but now...

Lawrence felt a little guilty when he thought of the medicines hidden under his bed that had been dismantled and not reassembled.

It's okay, he can still use it after reinstalling it. The only bad thing is that those medicines are customized by nobles, and he can't let Zhu Lin resell them.

In other words, those medicines can only be used to treat wounds, and cannot be exchanged for money or supplies like the ones they used before.

Lawrence's head felt heavy just thinking about it, and then thinking about Zhu Lin's character...

Forget it, he decided to spend some money this time and spend some energy to get the patrols to bring him some raw materials.

Zhu Lin did not avoid him when making those potions. In addition, he was studying medicine. Although he could not say that he had mastered medicine, he still had some understanding of it. In this way, he will know the general steps over time.

Let the patrol team bring back some raw materials, and he can experiment a few more times, maybe he will succeed?

As long as Zhu Lin can replenish all the medicines before he goes to the main star to report, he can get through this.

There are still two months left before the end of the year, and it takes at least ten days to make a jar of potion. He has used eight jars of potion. In other words, he only had two months at most from experimentation to completion of drug production.

but! The biggest problem now is raw materials.

The riot had just ended, and many polluting plants had been strangled in the process. To make a pot of potion, at least thirty kilograms of dream flowers were needed.

Now let alone thirty kilograms, he can't even get out three kilograms.

Even if you send someone to look for it, you will probably get very little. If that guy Zhu Lin notices it, won't this matter be exposed?

That's really not worth the candle.

Lawrence was half slumped on his sofa chair, with a look of despair on his face.

"I'm making your hands itch! I'm making your hands itch! If you do that again next time, I'll chop you into pieces!" He said and slapped his hands hard.

"Where can I find so many dream flowers now... How can that thing grow so much in a short period of time and still be usable?" Lawrence murmured to himself.

Grow in a short time...

Got it!

Lawrence suddenly remembered a person. Maybe that person really had a way with this thing.

And judging from his attitude, although he didn't join them, at least he never caused trouble and even helped out from time to time.

That's right, it's him! Professor Fred, my last hope!

As if a spine had been inserted into his back, Lawrence suddenly stood up and ran to Mo Qinglan's laboratory happily.

That's right, Mo Qinglan's laboratory has been set up again.

It's just that he didn't free up the original place, so Zhu Lin took the initiative and allocated a new piece of land for him. It was spacious inside the station and safer than outside, so Mo Qinglan happily accepted it.

In the past two days, he had been busy restoring the results of previous experiments. When Lawrence came to find him, he was still building a new frame.

Just as I finished putting the last piece together, I heard a knock on the door...