All realms have enabled me to achieve the Great Dao.

In the world of "Dying to Survive," Zhou Yongcheng stayed in this world for more than half a year and sold millions of bottles of special drugs to Cheng Yong. Many of these cancer-specific drugs were not available in the real world, so Zhou Yongcheng did not take them over.

Inside the Taoist temple, Zhou Yongcheng looked at the drizzling rain outside and wondered if he should set up a pharmaceutical factory in this world to produce those special drugs and give those Western pharmaceutical companies a good blow.

Whether in the real world or other technological worlds, Western capitalists are always vampires. They drive up the prices of all kinds of medicines they sell to China to an extreme degree, making it unaffordable for many people.

Some people with some assets can manage for a while, but not for long; they will eventually go bankrupt. As for ordinary farmers, it's a much worse situation. Once they are diagnosed with a terminal illness, they can only wait to die; there is no other way.

To start a pharmaceutical factory, you need to find a suitable person.

This world is a movie/TV show world, not much different from the real world. Finding someone to manage the pharmaceutical factory would be easy, but the pharmaceutical equipment would probably have to be brought over from the real world. It's also uncertain whether the production line in this world can meet the standards.

"Red Queen, is it feasible to produce a cure for cancer in this world?"

"No, Master. The production equipment in the pharmaceutical factories in this world is outdated. Moreover, the Western countries in this world have imposed a technology blockade on China, including an embargo on advanced equipment. China has to slowly research and manufacture a lot of equipment on its own."

Therefore, it seems that the production line can only be obtained from the real world.

Zhou Yongcheng returned to the real world and arrived at the underground base of the research center.

"Xiao Jiu, manufacture six production lines for this special medicine."

"Good host."

Zhou Yongcheng entered the resource planet through the space gate, where hundreds of thousands of robots were working, creating a spectacular scene.

The area within a radius of tens of kilometers around the portal has been leveled by numerous robots, who have begun constructing various material smelting plants.

"What kinds of minerals are there in the surrounding area?" Zhou Yongcheng asked.

"According to the survey, the richest mineral in the area is iron ore, followed by copper ore, and then various rare minerals. Oil has also been discovered hundreds of kilometers away, with quite abundant reserves."

"Oil? We've already entered the era of electric cars, so what use is oil now?"

“Master, the question you asked shows that you don’t really understand the uses of oil. Oil is not just used to refine cars; it is used in many fields,” said the Red Queen.

Zhou Yongcheng felt ashamed; he had been too naive. Upon reflection, it seemed true that oil could be refined into many valuable products.

"Since this planet has such good things, let's develop it properly, see what our Dragon Kingdom lacks, mine it out and sell it to the country at a lower price. Since foreigners are hoarding good things and not selling them to us, let them digest them slowly on their own."

"Master, once the ore is mined, is it stored in the warehouse above or somewhere else?" Xiao Jiu asked.

Zhou Yongcheng thought for a moment and decided that storing it in the basement warehouse of the research center would not work, as large vehicles frequently enter and exit the research center and would disturb the researchers' work. It would be better to store it in the super warehouse at the entrance of the cave.

"Put it in our warehouse at the cave entrance, and then let Wu Longjiang contact the higher-ups to handle it."

"Good host."

After wandering around, Zhou Yongcheng arrived in a mysterious space and adjusted the time flow of the world of "I Am Not a Medicine God" to be the same as that of the real world.

In the real world, Zhou Yongcheng had taken most of the stock of special drugs produced by pharmaceutical factories. In the world of "Dying to Survive," he didn't have much special drugs left in his storage space to give to Cheng Yong for sale.

Adjusting time would allow the real world to produce more effective drugs, and at the same time, it would allow Xiao Jiu to manufacture the pharmaceutical products as soon as possible.

In the Taoist temple of the world of "I Am Not a Medicine God", Zhou Yongcheng lay on a recliner, looking at the drizzling rain outside.

My gaze pierced through the misty rain and fell upon the orphanage not far away.

The director of the orphanage was leading dozens of children in cleaning their new house.

Besides her, there were two other staff members at the orphanage. They were arranged by Wu Changji, and their salaries were also paid by Wu Changji's company.

Even when she was living outside, the director would take in any children that others didn't want.

The dean was no longer as old as she had been at the beginning; her body had recovered to its best condition.

At this moment, she looked radiant. Although her clothes were simple, she seemed to have returned to the most beautiful moment of her youth.

The children's clothes were no longer so tattered; they were brand new, and their hair had been washed and was no longer a mess.

The orphanage has been expanded, with many new buildings added, including a dedicated kitchen, toilets, and shower rooms.

Zhou Yongcheng withdrew his gaze and began to close his eyes to rest.

In a luxurious office in Shanghai, a foreigner is talking to Zhao Lizhong.

"Zhao, I regret to inform you that you have been dismissed."

Zhao Lizhong had long been mentally prepared for this. He said with a smile, "I had already planned to leave. In the past two months, only a dozen or so bottles of medicine have been sold in Shanghai."

"How's the investigation into the folk remedies going?" the foreigner asked.

Zhao Lizhong shook his head. "No progress."

Zhao Lizhong had actually already found out about the existence of the special medicine; it wasn't some folk remedy at all, but a new drug.

He also bought medicine bottles from fellow patients at a high price; the bottles had the formula for a miracle drug written on them.

The formula is made by combining traditional Chinese medicine with some unknown materials. He asked many research institutions, but they had never even heard of those unknown materials.

He originally wanted to find someone who sold special medicine to buy a bottle of it, but no matter how hard he looked, he couldn't find anyone who sold special medicine, which made him feel that something was wrong.

Zhao Lizhong had given up hope. He didn't want to trace the origin of the drug anymore. The organization that could research and manufacture this cancer treatment was definitely not an ordinary one. If he continued to investigate, he might not even know how he died. So he wouldn't risk his life to find out the truth.

"Zhao, you're definitely not telling the truth. I know your style of doing things, and you must already know, right? Do you want to monopolize it all? The world market is so big, you can't do it all by yourself."

Zhao Lizhong's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately had an idea. "I have indeed obtained the folk remedy, but how should I put it? It is indeed made of Chinese medicine, but it also contains some other unknown ingredients. I consulted relevant institutions, and the medicine in the folk remedy is very difficult to produce. There may be some secrets that we do not know."

Foreigners are aware of Zhao Lizhong's movements and know that he has visited top-level related institutions.

He had originally intended to obtain folk remedies from fellow patients, but strangely enough, the patients seemed to see a murderer as soon as they saw him, and they all kept their distance from him, not wanting him to come near.

Therefore, he could only keep an eye on Zhao Lizhong's movements.

"Zhao, sell me the folk remedy. I'll take it to the top medical research institution to study it, and I'm sure I can unlock its secrets."

"Impossible! This folk remedy is a closely guarded secret of our Dragon Kingdom. How could it possibly be sold to foreigners?" Zhao Lizhong said, feigning anger.

"Zhao, 100,000 cuts."

"Absolutely not. The things passed down from our ancestors cannot be passed on to outsiders."

"Five hundred thousand dollars."

"Not for sale."

"One hundred dollars, that's the highest price I can afford."

"Sell."

And so, Zhao Lizhong sold the formula on the medicine bottle to a foreigner for a million dollars.