Traveling through the Republic of China, I married a dead person

It turns out that the use and sale of drugs in this era also requires relevant approval procedures.

Manager Wan had no experience in the pharmaceutical business and didn't understand much, but Mr. Xu did, but he thought that Su Bai medicines were only produced with approval documents.

Unexpectedly, Su Bai had nothing.

Imported drugs require an "Import Permit" or "Special Import Permit", and domestically produced drugs require a "Production Permit" and other similar permits.

Su Bai's penicillin not only had no certificates, but no one had ever heard of it.

Some mean-spirited drug dealers actually said that since the label was all in English, it wasn’t even a fake drug.

Not to mention hospitals, they won't give patients any medicine without a license.

The reason why his medicine was recognized in Linhua Military Hospital was entirely due to the lawlessness in the warlord-controlled area.

Thinking of this, Su Bai felt that the penicillin that Kong Li presented to the provincial government might not have a chance to be used.

After all, it still has to go through the Department of Health.

But these bureaucrats are so inefficient that if you want to get a production license from them in a formal manner, you will probably have to calculate it on a yearly basis, right?

In this case, my own ideas would be completely disrupted, and none of them could be easily realized.

It was a good idea before. If we couldn't contact the people from the Kuomintang government, we could move the pharmaceutical factory to Chongqing first. But now it seems that is not feasible.

It would be fine if the drugs could not be sold and were left in stock, but what if they were seized during production?

Maybe I will have to spend a few years in jail.

After all, in their eyes, his penicillin was not even a fake drug.

Su Bai believed that once the war broke out, with a shortage of doctors and medicines on the front lines, the military doctors would not guarantee that the medicines he sent would be used, but the medical soldiers on the front lines would definitely dare to use them.

By that time, penicillin and erythromycin will no longer require any damn license.

Just like Manager Wan said, he will come to find me with the note.

But this also means that he must stay in Shanghai or return to Longxing, because these two places will become battlefields soon, and he will have the opportunity to deliver medicine to the front line.

Producing medicines in Chongqing, thousands of miles away, and then secretly sending them to the front line for the soldiers to try out is not only unrealistic, but also more dangerous.

In the blink of an eye, it is already June.

For more than a month, Su Bai spent his time in anxiety, almost flipping through the calendar.

Moreover, this impatience grows stronger over time.

He sent telegrams to Zhou Beiwang more than once, asking him to help find out where Bi Yuming was and when he could return to Nanjing, but Zhou Beiwang was helpless.

Not knowing Bi Yuming's whereabouts, nor daring to inquire about it, Su Bai roughly knew what the Military Control Commission did. Zhou Beiwang knew even better that before returning to Nanjing, Bi Yuming had gone on a secret mission. This was the limit of what Zhou Beiwang could find out.

It was not until June 6 that Su Bai's third batch of penicillin was produced in Shanghai. Wan Qili finally made some progress. The Executive Yuan official contacted some officials from the Department of Health, but they were all powerless. However, he found an outsider who was said to be very capable. As long as they were willing to spend money, he had plenty of ways to deal with it.

"Isn't the Department of Health under the Executive Yuan? The official you contacted can't even talk to the head of the Department of Health?" Su Bai asked Wan Qili.

Wan Qili was also aggrieved and angry: "How could I know that these idiots would look for such a thing and make us wait for so long?"

She and Su Bai realized one thing at the same time, it was not that they couldn't do it, but that they wanted money.

The official introduced this powerful outsider to Su Bai just to collect money for these corrupt officials.

"Just spend the money, as long as it gets done." Su Bai had no other choice for the time being. Bi Yuming couldn't wait, so he could only go to meet this outsider.

This person made an appointment with Su Bai to meet at Paramount.

It is already June 6nd.

Su Bai came alone. Although Xu Tianyi and Wan Qili went together, they did not appear with Su Bai. They watched Su Bai from a distance to deal with possible accidents.

As soon as Su Bai entered the Paramount, she attracted a lot of attention, not because she was prettier than others, nor because she was more fashionable than those glamorous dancers dressed up in fancy clothes, but because she was wearing a mask.

Wearing a mask in Paramount is undoubtedly an alternative.

Even the waiter who took her to her seat couldn't help but look at her several times.

The seat had been reserved in advance, so there was no need for any secret signal. A short man in his forties was already waiting for Su Bai.

Seeing the waiter bringing Su Bai over, he immediately stood up and stretched out his right hand to Su Bai: "It's Miss Lan Jieru, right? I'm Wang Shuan, please give me your guidance!"

Su Bai stretched out his hand and shook hands with him, while taking a quick look at him.

I was wearing high heels today. Wang Shuan was very short, obviously shorter than me.

If I don't wear high heels, he is still not as tall as me.

"Miss Lan..." After sitting down, Wang Shuan pointed at Su Bai's mask.

"I'm sorry, I have something on my face that shouldn't be there, and it's infected."

"Oh, I see!" Wang Shuan expressed his understanding and asked Su Bai within a second: "Doesn't Miss Lan have a special anti-inflammatory drug? How can she infect herself?"

Su Bai was shocked. This guy was not simple. His reaction was so quick.

"Let's get down to business, Mr. Wang. Can you help me contact someone at a certain level in the Department of Health and what kind of compensation I want? I like to be straightforward."

"Oh, okay, okay, I like straightforward people!" Wang Shuan said this, but Su Bai didn't think he was straightforward at all. He didn't answer Su Bai's questions, but asked questions about Su Bai's medicine like an expert.

When Wan Qili first started using her connections to look for relevant officials, she only looked for people and didn't talk about medicine.

After finding the Executive Yuan official and making sure he could help, I told him that it was a special anti-inflammatory and bactericidal drug, but I didn't tell him that the drug was called penicillin.

Su Bai always kept in mind Bi Yuming's advice that there were so many spies around and he couldn't reveal his identity easily.

Wang Shuan asked in great detail whether this drug had any clinical trials and where the clinical trials were conducted.

He needs to have a general understanding of the drug before he can introduce and recommend it to others.

He even professionally asked Su Bai to give him some samples.

"Mr. Wang's accent... isn't he a native Shanghainese?" Su Bai was alert to the fact that Wang Shuan's accent was not right. It was neither standard Mandarin nor did it sound like the Shanghainese accent with a foreign accent.

There is a bit of northeastern flavor in the clumsiness.

"Oh, my Mandarin is indeed not standard enough." Wang Shuan told Su Bai that he was a Hakka from Guangdong and moved overseas with his parents when he was a child. He only returned to China with his wife a few years ago, so his Mandarin is not fluent.

As Su Bai listened to his explanation, a word popped up in his mind: spy.