A doctor who travels through two eras

Chapter 101 Lingnan Hall looks dilapidated

Zhou Ruili and Song Jiming sat in the back seat of Cullinan. Both of them sat up straight and looked out the window blankly.

This is a village road that can only accommodate two cars running side by side. There are all kinds of small shops on both sides of the road. Those selling mobile phones and steamed buns are next to each other, and foot massage parlors and beauty salons are crowded together.

On the road, electric bikes, bicycles and pedestrians were crowded together. When they saw cars coming, they all cursed and made way. For a while, the whole place was in chaos.

Zhou Ruili looked at the scene outside the car window and asked the driver suspiciously:

"Xiao Zhang, did you drive to the wrong place? Why did you drive to the countryside? I'm not here to buy chickens."

Driver Xiao Zhang was already sweating profusely. The Cullinan he was driving was not a cheap car. If it got bumped on the road, a simple repair would cost hundreds of thousands.

Shilou Village is originally an urban village. The roads in the village are rugged and winding. In addition, there are many people and cars. The driver becomes more and more frightened as he drives, and he is already cursing in his heart.

"Mr. Zhou, no, we're not in the wrong direction. We're at No. 55, Houshanfang, Shilou Village. The navigation shows that there's still about 400 meters to go."

Zhou Ruili's suspicion grew stronger and stronger, and he couldn't help but regret:

"This is such a damn place. I should have brought some bodyguards with me. It would be troublesome if I ran into a trap."

Rich people are always so afraid of death and doubt everything.

It took Cullinan more than 400 minutes to drive the 10-meter distance.

When Zhou Ruili and Song Jiming got off the car, they saw an ordinary building in the village. There were people coming in and out and it was obviously under renovation and looked messy.

There is a Chinese medicine clinic in the corner of this building. There is a plaque on it that seems to be old, and it says "Lingnan Hall" on it.

Zhou Ruili's first impression was not good, and his suspicion increased:
"Director Song, you said that the Angong Niuhuang Pills were bought from this clinic? To me, this looks like a barefoot doctor's village clinic."

It was also Song Jiming's first time to Shilou Village. In fact, he was quite surprised, but what he was thinking was: This Lin family is really a case of not judging a person by his appearance. How could such a simple place actually hold so many hidden talents?

The two people have completely different feelings.

"Mr. Zhou, this is it. It's no secret in our hospital that this Lingnan Hall sold three Angong Niuhuang Pills to save a child's life. Now that you're here, go down and ask."

Just at this time Lin Musen came out wearing a blue worker's coat, carrying a bag of construction waste, and his head and body were covered with white dust.

The Lin family has started renovating their house ever since they sold ginseng. As the head of the family, Lin Musen of course rolled up his sleeves and joined in the work, even if it meant having to save one more person's salary.

Song Jiming hurriedly called out, "Hey, Master, is Doctor Lin from Lingnan Hall at home?"

"Doctor Lin? Oh, I am Lin Musen from Lingnan Hall. Who are you two..."

Song Jiming was delighted when he heard this: "So you are Doctor Lin. Haha, we have heard of your great name for a long time, so we came to seek medical treatment."

Lin Musen was also happy. His "Lingnan Hall" had finally broken out of the village and spread to the whole city? Even patients from outside came here to visit. He had to treat them well.

"So you want to see a doctor? Ha, you two go to the clinic and sit down first. I'll go wash my hands."

Zhou Ruili did not speak actively throughout the whole process. At this time, he pulled Song Jiming's clothes and asked quietly:
"Director Song, is this reliable? Logically speaking, any medical clinic that can get such rare Chinese medicinal materials would be decorated magnificently and upscalely. But look at this clinic, it doesn't look like it has any strength at all." Business people pay the most attention to judging people by their appearance. No matter how luxury car you drive or how luxury house you live in, you are showing off your strength all the time.

For example, the first Chinese medicine clinic in Hong Kong, "Rui Jun Tang", has a royal style as soon as you enter the door. A hundreds-year-old wild ginseng is placed in the middle for people to see, telling patients that this is its strength.

Song Jiming didn't care. He was a doctor and knew the inside story of this industry better.

Just like the hospital website, it is full of fancy and beautiful things all day long and looks like an international listed company. Such hospitals are often affiliated with a certain Tian system.

On the contrary, the websites of top hospitals are just mediocre, not even well maintained, with only a few basic functions and at most a few press releases from hospital leaders.

The medical industry competes on internal technology rather than external appearances.

So Song Jiming patted his chest and said, "Boss Zhou, I might not believe it if it was someone else, but this Doctor Lin has the real medicine, I can guarantee it."

Zhou Ruili thought to himself, you're not trying to get kickbacks and take advantage of me, are you?
This feeling of distrust reached its peak when Lin Musen took out Angong Niuhuang Pills.

When the five small green boxes were placed on the table, Zhou Ruili had already secretly defined these medicines in his mind:
Fake medicine.

What he wanted was Angong Niuhuang Pills from the 1950s and 1960s. It's been decades now, and you tell me the packaging is still brand new?

Just like an antique, this is not from the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, nor from the Western Zhou Dynasty. It must be from last week, right?
On the contrary, Song Jiming's eyes lit up when he saw it. For neurosurgeons, coma caused by brain nerve and blood vessel damage is very common, but there is no particularly good treatment clinically.

Among them, Angong Niuhuang Pills is one of the few traditional Chinese medicines that can play a huge role in treating brain diseases.

If all these medicines belonged to him, or if Huadu First Hospital could also buy authentic Angong Niuhuang Pills, how many patients could be saved? How much fame could it create for Song Jiming?

"Doctor Lin, I didn't expect you still have five Angong Pills in your hand. This is incredible. These are all precious treasures. Mr. Zhou, your son can be saved."

Lin Musen chuckled and thought, you guys treat it like a treasure, my son got it easily in 1959, let me show it off~~~
"Director Song, Boss Zhou, how many pills do you need?"

Zhou Ruili laughed dryly a few times, and couldn't help but ask a question:
"Doctor Lin, this medicine is too new, isn't it? It is no longer allowed to use protected animals as medicine. This new medicine is of no use to my son. I want an old medicine from 50 or 60 years ago."

Song Jiming quickly helped explain:
"Boss Zhou, you misunderstood. These Angong Niuhuang Pills are indeed not old medicines from decades ago. These are special medicines, specially given to..."

As he spoke, Song Jiming raised his index finger and pointed to the sky, looking mysterious.

Zhou Ruili snorted in his heart: Special medicine? Can this small clinic get it?
Although he was already impatient, he still looked calm and took out his phone:

"Doctor Lin, Director Song, I'm sorry, this concerns my son's life. I need to ask my friend about it. Please wait for a moment."

Song Jiming and Lin Musen knew that Boss Zhou had doubts.

Song Jiming didn't care. After all, he knew the medicine was real and they were not scammers, so he could just call them if he wanted.

Lin Musen didn't care at all. He knew clearly whether the medicine was real or not. Buying medicine was like fate. If you trust me, buy it and you will live. If you don't trust me, I won't buy it. If you die, it's your own bad luck.

Lin Musen had no intention of forcing it.

(End of this chapter)