The Amazing son in law Chapter 441

Upon hearing Ichiro’s outright denial, Anthony responded with a chilling calmness, “I recall that your company markets three types of medicine worldwide: stomach powder, clear throat powder, and an eczema lotion. All three of these products have their roots in traditional Chinese medicine. One derives from the esteemed Chinese physician Zhang Zhongjing’s ‘Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases,’ another from ‘The Han Dynasty’s Medicinal Report,’ and the last from the ‘Compendium of Materia Medica.’ Am I correct?”

Ichiro’s expression soured, but he persisted in his denial. “Dr. Simmons, are you joking? Those ancient Chinese texts from a millennium or two ago lack any clinical relevance or scientific backing. Why would a reputable pharmaceutical company like Kobayashi Pharma resort to such outdated references? It’s frankly insulting!”

The other Chinese physicians and doctors present in the hall exchanged disapproving glances, their thoughts rife with indignation at Ichiro’s disparagement of their ancestral wisdom in medicine.

In a tone of conviction, Anthony replied, “As it happens, I have some free time in the upcoming days. After the Chinese Medicine Expo, I will draft three research papers outlining the formulations and underlying principles of the three medicines you promote around the globe. I will also document our ancient pharmacopoeia in detail. Once I’ve compiled and published this information, the onus will be on you to defend your position!”

Ichiro’s face darkened immediately upon hearing Anthony’s declaration.

As the vice-chairman of Kobayashi Pharma, a company founded by his father, Ichiro was well aware of the intricate details surrounding it.

The success of Kobayashi Pharma was largely built on the ancient Chinese prescriptions they had relied on.

With the Japanese known for their exceptional packaging skills, they had repackaged these ancient formulas, promoting them as innovative products developed through extensive research, which significantly boosted market demand due to their impressive efficacy.

Nonetheless, Kobayashi Pharma had consistently resisted acknowledging that their drug formulas were indeed derived from the ancient Chinese pharmacopoeia. Anthony had long harbored discontent over this issue but had yet to find the right moment to voice his concerns.

Serendipitously, he encountered Ichiro today, and he seized the opportunity to stand up for Chinese medicine.

Ichiro was taken aback by Anthony’s accurate recounting of the origins of their top three medications. Fearing the repercussions of Anthony publishing a paper on these origins, Ichiro quickly suggested, “Dr. Simmons, is it truly necessary for you to publish a thesis on the prescriptions? I was considering a collaboration to develop a new medicine. If you’re open to it, we could work together. If not, we can simply choose not to collaborate. Why make things difficult for each other?”

Anthony replied earnestly, “If you are going to deny your appropriation of ancient Chinese medicine so openly, I have nothing more to discuss with you. Farewell.”

He added, “And just so you know, I will definitely proceed with writing that thesis.”

Ichiro clenched his teeth as he glared at Anthony. After a moment of contemplation, he suppressed his anger and conceded, “Well, since you don’t wish to collaborate with me, I won’t push the matter, Dr. Simmons.”

Following that, Ichiro continued, “I no longer desire the prescription. Instead, would you be willing to sell me the medicine? I can offer fifty million dollars for the pill. My father was in a car accident last year and is currently bedridden due to severe paraplegia. As his son, I desperately hope to find a cure for him!”

Anthony was taken aback by Ichiro’s fifty million dollar offer.

He quickly glanced at Charlie, as the magical pill originally belonged to him. If Charlie was willing to sell one of his pills for fifty million dollars, the decision would ultimately lie with him. For more chapters visit FιndＮovel.net

However, Charlie subtly waved his hand at Anthony.

He was not interested in the fifty million dollars and had no intention of selling his medicine to someone like Ichiro, who had a history of appropriating Chinese medical knowledge, even for such a substantial sum.

Seeing Charlie’s gesture, Anthony responded, “I’m sorry, Mr. Ichiro, but the medicine has already been consumed, and I regret to inform you that there are no more pills of that kind available.”

Ichiro gritted his teeth in frustration but eventually nodded, his expression downcast. “Dr. Simmons, I understand. I will no longer press the issue.”