A doctor who travels through two eras

The next day, the temporary canteen of the Chinese Medicine Hospital was cooking porridge and meat buns. The aroma still drifted to the Union Hospital, causing another round of gnashing of teeth.

Dean Shen was still patrolling with a smile on his face, chewing on a blackened steamed bun and eating a handful of moldy dried vegetables.

"Ah, why did you only eat two meat buns? Take a few more."

"What do you mean we are wasting food? We are responding to the central government's call to set up collective canteens, work collectively and eat collectively."

"Mm, this rice porridge smells so good today. Huh? I won't eat it. I just like to eat steamed bread to lose weight."

As Director Shen walked, he boasted to the staff of the Chinese Medicine Hospital, just to piss off the people of the Union Hospital across the street.

As a result, today's "deliberate provocation" did not bring the expected scolding. Instead, Dean Tu of Union Hospital came over with a smile, munching on a pancake that was neither black nor yellow and made of unknown ingredients.

"Hey, Lao Shen, are you eating?"

"Ah, I'm eating. I've been eating too much greasy food these days. I'm asking the canteen to change the food to white rice porridge and meat buns."

Dean Tu swallowed his saliva as he smelled the aroma of the meat buns. Under normal circumstances, he would have walked away in anger, but today he was acting out of character and kept the smile on his face.

Dean Shen became more alert. They were old friends and he knew the other party too well, so he was definitely up to no good.

Sure enough, Dean Tu's smile gradually turned into a look of disdain and sarcasm:

"Yes, the food is really good. These days you have porridge, white flour buns, and even rice. Not bad. What a pity. What's the point of eating so much?

Our doctors' skills are not acquired through eating, but through real knowledge and smart brains. Old Shen, how many patients have you had in recent days? What is the cure rate? What is the mortality rate?

Oh my, I heard that the number of patients in the Chinese hospital is only one-third of ours, and the cure rate is pitifully low. I also heard that 12 patients died in the Chinese hospital yesterday. Tsk tsk tsk, Chinese medicine is just so-so.

The total number of our patients is three times yours, but only four died yesterday. Look, what is the gap? This shows that your Chinese medicine is not only inefficient, but also has poor efficacy. Compared with our Western medicine, it is really not even worthy of carrying shoes~~~"

After Director Tu said this, all the smiling employees at the Chinese Medicine Hospital put down their bowls and chopsticks, and their faces became embarrassed and serious.

Dean Shen was even more angry, and the air coming out of his nose was like that of a cow.

Dean Tu glanced at Dean Shen and curled his lips, feeling that he had finally let out a sigh of relief, so he said to the staff of Union Hospital:

"A few days ago, some staff members were cursing that our Union Hospital was incompetent and that even the stuttering was not as good as that of the Chinese Medicine Hospital. Now everyone, look at it again, what's the point of eating well? They only seek enjoyment, but their business is a mess.

Look at our Union Hospital, what a hard-working and simple working style it has. Under such difficult circumstances, they serve the people on an empty stomach, always keep the health of the people in mind, and serve the people wholeheartedly.

Now that we have so many statistics in front of us, it not only represents the advancement of our Western medicine, but also represents that our Union Hospital has not forgotten its original aspirations. We can still maintain our superb medical technology without using luxury goods, don’t you think? "

"Yes~~~~"

All the staff at Union Hospital stood up excitedly.

They have been fed up with the Chinese medicine hospital's show-off in the past few days, and now they can finally vent their anger.

"You have to know how to eat and work!"

"That's right, I'm not good at anything, but eating is my top priority!"

"Let's just change the name of the Chinese Medicine Hospital to a Chinese Restaurant. You guys like the food anyway!"

"Hahaha~~~"

The wave after wave of sarcasm from Union Hospital was thrown onto the crowd at the Chinese Medicine Hospital, making all the staff at the hospital red-eyed, and even the family members of the hospital felt ashamed.

Medicine is a very realistic industry. It does not care about the process but only focuses on the results.

The result is that if you are cured, you are a cow;

If you can't cure it, it's just because your skills are poor. There is no excuse at all.

Lin Sanqi looked at the frustration of many employees of the Chinese Medicine Hospital, and then looked at Director Shen's flushed face, and knew that his chance had finally come. After being stimulated by the Union Hospital, the Chinese Medicine Hospital would definitely use its secret weapon.

This weapon is the Lin family's secret recipe - ibuprofen recipe, amoxicillin recipe, Tamiflu recipe, Sufuda recipe...

Sure enough, Dean Shen's face was white with a hint of red, red with a hint of black, black, green, blue, purple, and pink, so beautiful~~~
It’s just short of turning into Palace Jade Liquor.

"Old Ji, notify the middle-level cadres to hold an emergency meeting immediately. Let's show our colleagues at Union Hospital what traditional medicine is capable of, so that we won't be laughed at by these traitors!"

When Vice President Ji heard this, he put down his bowl and chopsticks and went to notify people angrily.

The bet between the Chinese Medicine Hospital and the Union Hospital was played by the Health Bureau as the referee. Although there was no material loss in winning or losing, the loser would lose face in front of the entire city and even the whole country. Especially since this was related to the dispute between Chinese and Western medicine, there might not be someone behind the scenes fanning the flames, so the Chinese Medicine Hospital could not afford to lose.

Regardless of whether President Shen admits it or not, there are more than ten Western medicine hospitals of all sizes in the capital, but only one Chinese medicine hospital. From this ratio, it can be seen that the country still recognizes Western medicine.

As a representative of the old forces, the pressure on the Capital Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine can be imagined.

Lin Sanqi was only a section chief and was not qualified to attend the hospital's mid-level meetings, as those were matters for cadres at the department level and above.

But this did not affect Lin Sanqi's good mood. He walked towards the dormitory with his hands behind his back while humming a Cantonese song.

"Selling lychees~~~ Outside of me is a red quilt with flowers, a thin gauze and brocade jade ball, sweet in the mouth, leaving a lingering fragrance on the teeth and cheeks, rare in the world~~~"

Pan Ye was helping the old men with their laundry, and was a little surprised to see her boyfriend coming back happily:
"Hey, Dr. Kobayashi, what's the good news today?"

"Xiao Yezi is washing clothes, haha, work hard, and tomorrow your brother will treat you to KFC. As for me, of course there is a happy event, and I can make some money again."

Pan Ye had gotten used to her boyfriend's nagging and continued to wash clothes.

Two hours later, Lin Sanqi was seeing a patient in the clinic when he suddenly received a notice from the hospital office asking him to go to the dean's office immediately.

Dean Shen and Vice Dean Ji were already waiting. When they saw Lin Sanqi coming in, Dean Shen couldn't wait to say:
"Xiao Qi, we have just had a meeting and have reached a consensus. We have decided to adopt the method you proposed for replacing medicines. We will provide the herbs and you will provide the secret medicine. How about it? Do you have the confidence to defeat Xiehe?"

Lin Sanqi patted his chest and said proudly:

"Please rest assured, President Shen, Vice President Ji. I can issue a military order here to guarantee that Union Hospital will be defeated. They can even come up with rubbish like Analgin and Amantadine. I will let them see what it means to be crushed by black technology."

Dean Shen was also used to Lin Sanqi's weirdness and didn't think much of it:

"Okay, that's your confidence. So, I've already transferred the first batch of herbs from the main hospital, and I've also placed orders with the supply and marketing department for the rest according to the list you gave me. Do you have any other requests? Tell me all at once."

Lin Sanqi thought that if he wanted to defeat Union Hospital, he definitely couldn’t rely on his work efficiency alone. How many patients could he see in a day?
All hospital staff must be mobilized.

There are two issues involved here. One is to provide influenza training to all doctors involved in outpatient clinics.

Another thing is that it would be too late for Pan Ye to unpack and install the flu medicine by himself, so he had to think of a way.

As for how to find a solution, Lin Sanqi thought about how he organized a "decoction team" in Qin County. It turned out that it was not only efficient but also kept strictly confidential.

As for traditional Chinese medicine, of course the more mysterious it is made, the more people will believe in it, and Lin Sanqi is following suit.

"Director Shen, you should immediately gather a team of 100 people from among the staff, or family members who have some medical knowledge, and then build 100 earthen stoves in the yard and prepare 100 clay pots."

Dean Shen blinked, obviously not quite sure what Lin Sanqi was doing.

"What do you need so many people for? Are you making soup or boiling medicine together?"

Lin Sanqi said half-truthfully:

"Because it involves our Lin family's secret recipe, I need to prepare the core medicine myself, but my strength alone is not enough, so our hospital organized a team to be responsible for decocting the medicine, and then I will pour the secret medicine into it, which is more efficient."

Dean Shen frowned:
"No, no, our Chinese medicine emphasizes a different prescription for each patient. You haven't even seen the patient yet, but you're giving everyone the same prescription and dosage. Isn't that too irresponsible?"

Vice President Ji also has some concerns:

"Yes, everyone is very different. Gender, age and weight are different. In addition, the severity of the disease also varies. If everyone takes the same dose, let alone whether it is effective, the safety of the drug cannot be guaranteed."

Lin Sanqi thought that these two old men were really stubborn. It was already this late in the day, but they still insisted on following rules and regulations.

In fact, it was because the older generation of Chinese medicine doctors adhered to the bottom line that Chinese medicine was able to continue in the most difficult times. This is not pedantic and stubborn, but the basic professional ethics of Chinese medicine.

"President Shen, Vice President Ji, think about it. We are in the midst of an epidemic. There are tens of thousands of patients. How can we have the time to see them one by one? Besides, our superiors have issued a death order. The plague must not enter the city. Time waits for no one."

Seeing that the two old men were still hesitant, Lin Sanqi decided to add fuel to the fire:

"Besides, you have never seen Xiehe see a doctor. They didn't do any examinations at all. They didn't even know what the patient looked like, but they just wrote the prescription. This shows that efficiency is very important. We are far behind Xiehe, so we have to fight for our reputation."

Dean Shen was about to slam the table and give an order, but hesitated again:
"Xiao Qi, tell Uncle Shen the truth. It won't be a problem if you do this, right? It won't cause any adverse effects on the health of the people, right?"

Lin Sanqi rolled his eyes: "I guarantee this to the organization with my Lin family's personality and hundreds of years of reputation!"

Dean Shen then slammed the table and said, "Okay, let's do it your way. I will immediately organize a team of 100 people to boil medicine." (End of this chapter)