More than twenty minutes later, Song Yi, who was rushing over, saw a table full of delicious food, and sighed with a vivid sigh: "This is called the New Year's Eve dinner, I should have come here early."

Yan Feifan couldn't help but say: "Due to your family's conditions, can you still treat it badly?"

Song Yi, who sat down, first ate a chopstick of monkey erectus mushroom, then took a big mouthful of ham, winter bamboo shoots and mushroom soup, and replied: "The New Year's Eve dinner was prepared by Dr. Tan's cooking. It is Western-style, lacks oil and salt, and is healthy but not delicious at all."

Yan Feifan said lightly, "That's Dr. Tan's consideration for your brother's health."

He said considerately again: "Eat New Year's Eve dinner first, Chinese medicine prescriptions, and talk about it after you finish..."

For the people present, more or less because of their extraordinary words, the year that is about to pass has been a year of full harvest and emotion.

The next year will be another year full of expectations.

While they were tasting the sumptuous New Year’s Eve dinner, summarizing the past, imagining the future, bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new, cheerful and fulfilling.

It was nearly eight o'clock in the evening, and the Yan family's New Year's Eve dinner ended.

Wang Chuan and Zhong Xinyi said goodbye and left, and went to the hospital to accompany Yanyan and watch the Spring Festival Gala together.

Yan Feifan came to the study on the third floor with Song Yi to discuss the anti-cancer Chinese medicine prescription.

After everyone who stayed on the first floor simply cleaned up the kitchen and dining room, Li Tianlin, Ye Lin, and Xu Shuang were extremely positive and pulled onto the mahjong table.

He expressed his ambitions and enthusiasm, and fought for three hundred rounds until dawn.

As for the aunt, uncle, Duan Yu, Mo Xiaolei, Fan Xiaoxiao, Lin Qian and others who do not play mahjong, they are also very comfortable.

They were drinking tea in the living room, tasting fruits and various nuts, chatting, and occasionally glanced at the TV.

Yan Feifan from the study on the third floor was identifying a photo on the computer screen.

The photo shows a very historical yellowed paper.

The edges of this paper are somewhat defective, and there are many small holes in the paper that are worm-eaten.

On the paper, written with a brush, line after line of fly-headed small regular script, the ink marks are also a little dim, but the handwriting can still be carefully distinguished.

Yan Feifan identified it. There were sixteen drug ingredients written on this yellowed paper, and the dosage of each drug was marked at the end of the drug.

He nodded gently and said, "This is a complete prescription, and the dozen or so drug ingredients provided by the Yu family are also included."

"However, we cannot verify whether it is the prescription for the anti-cancer drug, and we need to verify it by the Yu family."

He took out his cell phone and said, "I'll contact them now!"

Song Yi did not say anything to stop her, although she knew that if this was really the prescription, it would be of great value.

But she also knew that they were not able to verify.

Moreover, Yan Feifan and the Yu family are not only closely related, but also have huge cooperation in interests, so they are not afraid that the Yu family will misunderstand this prescription.

After Yan Feifan connected his phone, he said, "Uncle Hai, have you finished the New Year's Eve dinner?"

"I have something, you must be very interested."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Youhai's urging voice came from his phone, "Boy Yan, hurry up if you have anything to say, don't suck your appetite."

"I have been busy all year round, but I finally had a good rest through this New Year."

Yan Feifan laughed and said, "Uncle Hai, we may have found the prescription for that guy Zhang Run."

"Really? False?"

Yu Youhai's voice in his phone suddenly increased by two degrees, and he questioned: "Can you find it so easily? It's the New Year, don't make me happy with such things!"

Yan Feifan introduced: "Uncle Hai, this is what it is..."

"I was angry with Zhang Run's unreasonable request that day. Later, I discussed with Mr. Song of Feifan Medical Technology and believed that Zhang Run's anti-cancer prescription might come from the public, so I decided to find a needle in a haystack and look for it."

"In provinces where Miao people live in a large number of Miao people in the south, General Song launched an activity to inherit and protect traditional Chinese medicine culture and search for valuable folk prescriptions."

"To mobilize enthusiasm, we will offer a reward of a lot of money..."

Song Yi interrupted: "Director Yu, in just two or three days, we collected more than 10,000 folk prescriptions and folk remedies of various types. After screening by the traditional Chinese medicine experts we hired, there are hundreds of prescriptions and folk remedies of certain value."

After pausing, she continued: "In just two or three days, the funds we have spent as much as tens of millions..."

Yu Youhai's voice sounded from his phone, "If it were the anti-cancer prescription, we would not only bear all of these expenses, but also double the rewards."

"Of course, the rights and interests of cooperation will not be missing."

"That prescription..."

Song Yi continued: "What I have learned most recently is that this prescription was obtained from an elderly Miao people, and there are three well-preserved prescriptions in total."

Yan Feifan saw Song Yi's gaze and took the sentence and said, "Uncle Hai, I'll send you this prescription now. Please ask the old man to identify it."

As he said this, Yan Feifan took a photo with his mobile phone and sent it over.

A moment later, Yu Youhai's urgent voice came, "I'll send it to the old man now."

"The preliminary identification results will be released soon, please wait patiently."

After finishing the call with Yu Youhai, Yan Feifan looked up and met Song Yi's straight gaze.

He couldn't help but touch his face and asked, "Is there something on my face?"

Song Yi withdrew her gaze and shook her head and said, "No!"

After pausing for a moment, she asked again: "Hey, Feifan, if it was really the anti-cancer prescription, what would you plan to do?"

Yan Feifan pondered: "Many patients with terminal cancer are willing to sell their houses and borrow money in order to live for a few more years, months, or even weeks, and eventually let their families lose all their money."

"I hope that this traditional Chinese medicine anti-cancer drug can afford it most cancer patients."

Yan Feifan realized this again and chuckled and said, "You found this prescription, you have the final say."

Song Yi learned from Yan Feifan, rolled his eyelids and snorted: "Although I found it, this is the prescription passed down by my ancestors many years ago. It is a precious traditional Chinese medicine legacy. I will not take the benefits for myself."

"Of course, the appropriate labor fee is still required. I have been worrying a lot about this in the past few days."

Yan Feifan smiled and said, "The rewards given by Bai Ning are all yours, and they are quite generous."

"Of course, this prescription is that this prescription."

Song Yi smiled gently and said, "I think it's nine out of ten that prescription."

"Freefan, have you noticed it?"
Chapter completed!