After she became the daughter of a vicious warlord, she cleaned herself up

Jiang Shiyuan followed Professor Williams and returned to the dean's office, chatting and laughing all the way.

"Xiaoyuan, you've opened my eyes again today!" The old dean stood up with a smile and personally poured a cup of tea for Jiang Shiyuan.

"I have long heard that acupuncture in traditional Chinese medicine is very magical, but I didn't expect to see it with my own eyes today. It's true that you never stop learning!"

Jiang Shiyuan took the teacup, took a sip, and then said, "Professor, I'm going back to your office with you because I want to discuss something with you..."

"Oh? What's the matter? Tell me..." The old dean looked at Jiang Shiyuan kindly, as if he was looking at his own daughter.

"My stepmother, Ms. Chen Xiangyun, wants me to work as a research and development consultant at Jiayuan Pharmaceutical so that we can quickly develop new drugs to alleviate the company's current financial difficulties..."

Jiang Shiyuan spoke calmly, but he felt a little nervous inside.

After all, she is now a doctor at Sacred Heart Hospital. If she has to take time out to do research and development in the pharmaceutical factory, it will inevitably affect the normal work of the hospital.

After listening to this, the old dean did not express his opinion immediately. Instead, he pondered for a moment before slowly saying, "Xiaoyuan, I have heard a little about your family situation before..."

"I am very pleased that you can resolve the rift with your stepmother at this time and choose to help your family."

"Professor, you... you don't object?" Jiang Shiyuan looked up in surprise. She originally thought that the old dean would stop her. After all, the hospital was in need of people right now.

"I understand your choice..." The old dean waved his hand, signaling Jiang Shiyuan not to have any psychological burden, "Besides, our Sacred Heart Hospital will always be your mother's home!"

"If you're unhappy working there, you can come back anytime!"

"Thank you, professor!" Jiang Shiyuan stood up excitedly and bowed deeply to the old dean.

"But how many days a week do you plan to work there?" the old dean asked with concern.

"Three days, I plan to go to Jiayuan Pharmaceutical every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, so that I won't delay too many things at the hospital."

"Okay, that's settled then." The old dean nodded, and then asked, "By the way, do you have any ideas about Jiayuan Pharmaceutical's new product development?"

"I've thought it through," Jiang Shiyuan's eyes sparkled with confidence, "I plan to start with domestic sulfa drugs, and then try to purify and mass-produce penicillin!"

"What?!" When the old dean heard the word "penicillin", he was so shocked that he stood up from his chair, and the teacup in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang" and broke into pieces.

"Xiaoyuan, you...are you serious? You want to purify or even mass-produce penicillin?!" The old dean's voice was trembling. He could hardly believe his ears.

Since Professor Fleming of the United States accidentally discovered penicillin in 1928, research has been stagnant.

If it can be purified and mass-produced successfully, it will be another major breakthrough in medical history!

"Professor, don't get excited. I just said 'try'. It's hard to say whether it will succeed or not..."

Jiang Shiyuan quickly stood up, helped the old dean to sit down, and spoke in a humble tone.

"No, Xiaoyuan, I believe in you!" The old dean held Jiang Shiyuan's hand tightly, his eyes full of expectation and trust, "You will definitely succeed!"

"Professor..." Jiang Shiyuan looked at the old dean's excited expression and felt a warm feeling in his heart.

The old dean's expression became serious. "But Xiaoyuan, to be honest, purifying or even mass-producing penicillin is not an easy task..."

Then he said solemnly: "If you need anything in the future, just tell me. I will use the channels and connections I have accumulated over the years to support you to the best of my ability!"

"Hey, professor, um... I need you to help me get the imported raw materials for producing sulfanilamide, so that I can develop domestic sulfanilamide based on it."

"No problem, leave it to me!" The old dean agreed without hesitation.

"I will arrange for someone to deliver the raw materials to Jiayuan Pharmaceutical as soon as possible. It will be delivered as soon as this week!"

"Thank you, professor. It's great to have you!" Jiang Shiyuan excitedly grabbed the old dean's arm and thanked him repeatedly, like a daughter acting like a spoiled child to her father.

"Why are you being so polite to me, kid?"

The old dean patted Jiang Shiyuan's shoulder lovingly and said, "You have a long way to go in your future research!"

"With domestically produced sulfa drugs, more ordinary people and frontline fighters will benefit!"

"Professor, don't worry, I will do my best!" Jiang Shiyuan said firmly.

"By the way, Xiaoyuan, you just said that you wanted to purify and mass-produce penicillin. Do you have any specific ideas?" the old dean asked with concern.

"I plan to send an international telegram to my chemistry and pharmacy mentor, asking him to give me some penicillin strains and related research data."

"This is a good idea. With your mentor's help, I'm sure you'll be able to achieve twice the result with half the effort!"

Although the old dean does not understand microbiology and pharmaceutical chemistry, he believes that there is nothing in this world that Xiaoyuan cannot accomplish!

"Xiaoyuan, you will always be the pride of Senior Sister Juliet and me!"

The old dean looked at Jiang Shiyuan with eyes full of love and expectation, "I believe that you can create a new medical milestone again!"

Jiang Shiyuan's spirits lifted when he heard this, and he immediately said seriously: "I will definitely not let you down, my dear teacher!"

"Professor, I'll have to get busy first. I'd like to take half a day off in the afternoon to go to the telegraph office." Jiang Shiyuan said with a bit of excitement and impatience on his face.

The old dean smiled kindly and waved his hand, "Go ahead, young people should be energetic!"

Jiang Shiyuan walked out of the dean's office with brisk steps, as if a fire was burning in his heart, dispelling all the fatigue of the morning.

She went to check the ward first and confirmed that Mrs. Du looked much better today and Mrs. Wang was also in a stable mood, only then did she feel relieved.

Before leaving, Jiang Shiyuan went to Mr. Feng's ward again. Mrs. Feng was sitting beside the bed, gently wiping the back of Mr. Feng's hand.

"Mrs. Feng, this is the recipe for Pueraria Decoction I wrote for you. Please prepare the medicine for Mr. Feng according to this recipe. It will be very helpful for his physical recovery." Jiang Shiyuan handed a written prescription to Mrs. Feng.

Mrs. Feng took the prescription and nodded gratefully.

"Dr. Jiang, thank you so much. If it weren't for you, my husband would have suffered so much!"

Jiang Shiyuan smiled faintly, "You are too polite, this is what I should do."

After saying goodbye to Mrs. Feng, Jiang Shiyuan looked at his watch. It was 1:30 in the afternoon and the telegraph office should have been open for business.

She hailed a rickshaw and went straight to the telegraph office on Fuzhou Road.

The telegraph office was bustling with people, and the air was filled with a faint smell of ink.

Jiang Shiyuan quickly walked to the international news room on the second floor. The radio operator was a young man wearing round-frame glasses.

When he saw her come in, he immediately greeted her warmly: "Miss, may I ask which country you want to send the telegram to?"

"I'm sending this to Johns Hopkins University in the United States. The recipient is Professor Robert Anderson."

Jiang Shiyuan said this as he handed over the written English telegram.

The operator took the note, checked it carefully, and then collected the telegram fee according to the number of words. He smiled and said, "Okay, Miss Jiang, please wait a moment."

While the radio operator was sending messages, Jiang Shiyuan took out a small powder box and lipstick from her pearl handbag and touched up her makeup in front of a small mirror.

"Ms. Jiang, your telegram has been sent. Please keep this receipt." The radio operator handed over a piece of paper with a red seal on it.

Jiang Shiyuan took the receipt and was about to turn around and leave when the radio operator suddenly called her.

"By the way, Miss Jiang, here is another international telegram sent this morning. The recipient happens to be you. Take a look..."

As he spoke, the radio operator took out a telegram from a pile of papers and handed it over.

Jiang Shiyuan took the telegram with some doubts, glanced at the cover, and saw the word "Darcy" written in the sender column.

Darcy? The hero in the novel Pride and Prejudice?

Jiang Shiyuan's heart moved, and he immediately realized who this person was. A handsome and arrogant face instantly appeared in his mind.

She calmly folded the telegram in half, put it in her handbag, and then thanked the operator with a smile.

Walking out of the telegraph office, the bright sunshine shines on my body, making me feel warm.

Jiang Shiyuan took a deep breath. It was a rare free afternoon, so he decided to go shopping.

She hailed a rickshaw and gave an address, "Go to Miles Ai Road in the French Concession."

Milestone Road is a famous street for custom-made clothing in Shanghai, where top tailors and designers from major foreign companies gather. Many celebrities and ladies like to come here to have their clothes customized.

Jiang Shiyuan walked and stopped on the street, looking for the style he liked.

Suddenly, a light blue Suzhou embroidery cheongsam displayed in a store window caught her attention.

The style of this Su-style cheongsam is simple and generous, yet refined and elegant.

The light blue plain crepe satin silk fabric has a soft luster in the sunlight.

A bunch of vibrant orchids are embroidered on it with gold and silver threads, and a few lifelike butterflies are flying above them.

The whole cheongsam is tailored to fit the body, with exquisite embroidery, and is elegant and refined. When you put it on, you look like a Jiangnan woman walking out of a painting.

Jiang Shiyuan's eyes were deeply attracted by the cheongsam. She couldn't help but stop and admire it carefully.

"Miss, you have a very good eye!"

"This cheongsam is the treasure of our store, and it was carefully designed by our boss lady!"

"All of the fabrics used are top-quality Suzhou embroidery and silk. Would you like to come in and try it?" A young clerk in a black coat greeted enthusiastically.

Jiang Shiyuan looked up at the golden shop sign and saw a few large and flamboyant characters written on it: Sui'an High-end Clothing Customization.