Chapter 17

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When Isabel Denave and Blomstein arrived at the Denave clothing store on Dover Street, Zhu Jishi had already hailed a carriage to the British Patent Office on the north bank of the Thames to apply for the patent of diethylX morphine, which would later cause much harm.

"Isabel, why are you here?" Mrs. Durand ran out of the store with an excited look, holding the noblewoman's hand and smiling, "Are you looking for Jason? Unfortunately, he just left."

"Left? Could he have gone to submit an article to The Times? What a Tartar..." Isabel thought. If that were the case, all her efforts on this Tartar would be in vain. It seems that "investing" in men also carries risks. Thinking this, her delicate brows naturally furrowed, as if she were worried about Zhu Jishi.

"Isabel, are you in such a hurry because you've fallen for Jason too?" Mrs. Durand smiled at the noblewoman, "Well, he is a good young man, you could consider becoming Mrs. Zhu."

"Him? A Tartar? What a joke!" The noblewoman rolled her eyes at Mrs. Durand and lightly stepped into the small store. "By the way, Roman, nothing has happened between you and that Tartar, right? His future is already over."

Seeing the noblewoman's expression, Mrs. Durand felt a bit relieved. She smiled and greeted Blomstein, then followed the noblewoman into the store, saying with a smile, "What if something did happen? Besides, I now think Jason is a good marriage prospect because he will soon be very wealthy."

"Very wealthy?" Isabel looked at her sister in confusion, "Roman, you mean he will be rich?"

Mrs. Durand nodded firmly, "Isabel, Jason has just invented two miraculous drugs derived from opium. He left to apply for patents..."

"Drugs derived from opium? Morphine? It has already been made by others." Blomstein, who had just entered the clothing store, pulled over a chair and sat down. He was an older man and was quite tired from the journey.

"No, not morphine... it seems to be derived from morphine, called hydrochloride morphine." Mrs. Durand smiled, "I've already had Henry try it, he said it's ten times stronger than opium... Jason also said he has extracted another drug called diethylX morphine, which is dozens of times more potent than opium!"

"Dozens of times!"

"Roman!"

Blomstein and the noblewoman exclaimed simultaneously. The former was shocked by the super strength of diethylX morphine mentioned by Mrs. Durand, while the latter seemed to be scolding Mrs. Durand for poisoning French youth with narcotics.

"Isabel, I know my limits." Mrs. Durand opened a drawer, took out a coffee cup, and placed it on the counter, then lifted the lid to reveal a small amount of hydrochloride morphine that looked like powdered milk.

"Is this... diethylX morphine? Or hydrochloride morphine?"

"It's hydrochloride morphine."

Blomstein carefully pinched a bit of powder with his fingers, sniffed it, and then licked it, finally looking at Mrs. Durand and asking, "Madam, how is this used?"

"Jason said there are many ways to use it, it can be taken orally, inhaled, or injected..."

"Injected!?" Blomstein's eyes widened as he stared at the powder, "This... this can be injected? Is its water solubility very good?"

Mrs. Durand shrugged, "I don't know, Jason said... but he was very sure about it."

"If it can be injected and is ten to dozens of times more potent than opium, it really is a good thing!" Blomstein sighed, "I didn't expect this Tartar to be a chemist, he's truly talented, but..."

"But he's a bit stupid!" Isabel said irritably, "No matter how miraculous the drug, it's useless without doctors to help sell it. If it can't be sold, it's worth nothing."

"He hasn't submitted an article to The Times yet, has he?" Blomstein put the solid back into the coffee cup, fell silent for a moment, and a preliminary business plan began to form in his mind. This old man, who had immigrated from Germany, was Jewish, and doing business was almost instinctive. He always considered commercial opportunities first. In present-day Europe, opium was a "panacea," but its effectiveness was not ideal. Some more expensive drugs used morphine, but the results were still unsatisfactory. If this hydrochloride morphine and diethylX morphine were really ten to dozens of times more potent than opium, the market potential was obvious!

Thinking of this, Blomstein said solemnly, "Madam, can you give me this hydrochloride morphine?"

"Give it to you?" Mrs. Durand's face showed a look of difficulty. After inhaling opium with a bit of hydrochloride morphine, the French boy felt he couldn't live without it. But Zhu Jishi was very stingy, giving only this much, and said it was enough for Henry for ten days, instructing Mrs. Durand to keep it and give Henry only a tiny bit each day...

"Madam, I want to study hydrochloride morphine." Blomstein said to Isabel, "Noblewoman, this drug may have extremely high value— if it is as miraculous as Mrs. Durand says, and if used well, it will certainly make us very rich!"

"Very rich!?"

"Yes, those Royal Medical Society fellows are not as stubborn as they appear. They won't reject true good medicine. And this Tartar doctor is just the inventor of hydrochloride morphine, not necessarily the manufacturer or seller."

"Doctor Blomstein, what do you mean?"

"Noblewoman, we can collaborate with this Tartar to open a pharmacy. If he is indeed marginalized by the Royal Medical Society and the pharmacy fails, you can step in and buy the patents for hydrochloride morphine and diethylX morphine for a small price..."

Before Blomstein finished speaking, the sound of hooves and wheels could be heard outside. Then Zhu Jishi walked in hurriedly.

...

"Isabel, why are you here?" As soon as he entered, Zhu Jishi saw the beautiful and charming noblewoman sitting by the counter, smiling at him, while the other woman, who was looking at him with affection, was ignored.

"Jason, how did the patent registration go?"

The process of registering patents for diethylX morphine and hydrochloride morphine was not complicated. After submitting the relevant technical documents and paying the patent registration fee, the British Patent Office staff only briefly reviewed the files, confirmed that no one had registered similar patents, and told Zhu Jishi that the patent application would be approved within three weeks.

Additionally, they informed Zhu Jishi that the British Empire had already signed patent protection treaties with major countries such as France, the United States, Germany (referring to the German Confederation), and the Russian Empire. Therefore, patents registered in Britain could be protected in most countries around the world. Of course, if possible, it would be best to re-register these patents in the patent offices of those countries. The current patent protection period in Britain was 14 years (21 years in the United States), but an annual fee had to be paid to the patent office.

In this era, the patent registration system in Western countries was already relatively well-established, although it could not compare to the future, it was still a significant driving force behind a series of technological revolutions in Western countries. If Zhu Jishi were in the Qing Dynasty, even if he invented penicillin and TNT, he would not be able to obtain a patent in the Qing Dynasty and would have to travel all the way to Europe.

"Very smoothly," Zhu Jishi nodded, a proud smile on his face, "Isabel, Roman has told you about diethylX morphine, right? It's a miraculous drug! It will completely change the landscape of the European pharmaceutical market, so I plan to open a Jason Pharmacy to produce and sell diethylX morphine and hydrochloride morphine. I think I will soon become very rich because of diethylX morphine and hydrochloride morphine!"

He walked around the small store excitedly, rubbing his hands, "I might make 1 million pounds, or even more..."

After hearing Zhu Jishi's description of the drug business prospects, Isabel did not show a joyful expression but frowned, looking at him with concern, "Jason, are you really going to publish an article in The Times and oppose the Royal Medical Society?"

"Oppose?" Zhu Jishi waved his hand, smiling, "Not oppose, but stand on their shoulders to become famous! I need a lot of fame to promote the sales of diethylX morphine, hydrochloride morphine, and other new drugs... In fact, the Royal Medical Society will eventually thank me because I am correcting some terrible mistakes and will bring them opportunities to get rich."

"Alright," Isabel looked at the excited Zhu Jishi and sighed, "If you think this is the right path, then go for it, I won't try to dissuade you. However, a newspaper like The Times is quite conservative and may not publish your article immediately."

"The Times won't publish?" Zhu Jishi was taken aback, looking at the noblewoman, "Isabel, do you have any good suggestions?"

The noblewoman fell silent for a moment, then nodded, "Jason, do you remember Will Heming?"

"The officer who almost killed Mr. Churchill?"

"He is no longer an officer but a journalist for The Northern Star, a newspaper that is very keen on exposing the dark side of British society."

"The Northern Star?" Zhu Jishi vaguely remembered such a newspaper, not from the future but from a copy he bought for two pennies on his way to work at the Omen Hospital. "Alright, but where can I find Will Heming?"

"He is not in London now, but at The Northern Star's Manchester bureau, the address is..."

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