"Director, although we know these drugs can treat stomach cancer, we don't have the formula!"
For a moment, Li Xiang was as tense as a stone, and his heart sank as if it were filled with cold lead. It was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured straight down on him from above, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared!
At this moment, Abel's voice came through!
"I have the formula too!"
"Boss! You have the formula!"
"That's perfect, we're going to make a fortune, a huge fortune!"
Li Xiang knew that if his hospital had a drug to treat stomach cancer, once mass-produced, sales would undoubtedly explode. By then, stomach cancer patients from all over the country and even the world would come with money begging for the medicine. The amount of money made would be beyond what ordinary people could imagine!
"Well, I'll immediately send someone to the mansion to get the formula!"
"You two come over, after you go back, find the butler, he will give you the formula."
