A doctor who travels through two eras

Dean Tu carried a box of medicine on his shoulders and walked towards the pharmacy with gritted teeth.

Although he was physically tired, he was in a very good mood. He had been upset about the food issue and finally got his revenge at work.

As a Western medicine doctor, he must have firmly believed that only Western medicine could save China, was in line with the interests of the people, and was in line with national conditions.

As for traditional Chinese medicine, for an intellectual like him who had studied abroad, it could not be called witch medicine, but at best it could be regarded as backward, ignorant, and placebo-like metaphysics.

What yin and yang, the five elements, and the five internal organs, are exactly the same as fortune-telling.

As the president of Union Medical College, he was the one who volunteered to come to Changping, the area most severely affected by the epidemic, and confronted the Chinese medicine hospital face to face.

On the one hand, it is to save lives, and on the other hand, it is also to embarrass the Chinese medicine hospital and then let the whole city, the people of the whole country, and the superiors see it. There is no harm without comparison, right?

The facts turned out to be just as Director Tu had expected. Both hospitals carried out plague treatment work at the same time. The high efficiency, good cure rate and low mortality rate of Western medicine suddenly stood out.

On the other hand, the Chinese medicine hospital is in a dire situation, and its reputation among the people is declining.

If there hadn’t been so many patients with fever that both hospitals wouldn’t have had time to treat them, Union Hospital would have already taken away all the patients.

Dean Tu was full of energy. Just as he put down a box of medicine, he saw Vice Dean Ye Yongan waving at him:
"Old Tu, come and take a look, the Chinese Medicine Hospital is changing its formation."

Dean Tu brushed the dust off his body, walked to the window and looked out curiously.

Sure enough, I saw the staff of the Chinese medicine hospital placing rows of tables in the yard. Further away, many people were digging holes in the fields and building small stoves.

"Hey, what's new at the Chinese Medicine Hospital? Planning a picnic?"

Vice President Ye pointed to the other side:
"Look over there, the Chinese Medicine Hospital is organizing patients to line up. It's obviously made clinical adjustments. It doesn't look like a picnic."

"That would be strange."

By the window, the doctors at Union Hospital were all full of questions, not knowing what the Chinese medicine hospital was up to.

At the Chinese Medicine Hospital, Lin Sanqi held an aluminum loudspeaker and began shouting to the crowd:
"I have good news for you all. Dr. Lin Kushen, a famous Chinese medicine doctor from the Lingnan School, has come up with several of his own secret recipes. Now the secret medicine has been produced, which can guarantee that most people will get rid of fever within one day and recover within three days."

Lin Sanqi came from later generations and was not averse to advertising. What's more, the advertising was against regulations because the Advertising Law stipulates that medicines cannot boast about their efficacy.

But it was 1960, and no one cared.

Some of the patients did not believe:
"Young comrade, can you do this? Even Union Hospital can't guarantee that the fever will go down in one day. Do you Chinese medicine practitioners have this ability?"

"That's right. I've been taking Chinese medicine for three days and I'm still having a fever. That's why I came for a follow-up visit."

"When did Broad Street Chinese Medicine Hospital learn to brag?"

Faced with questions from many patients and their families, Lin Sanqi was not in a hurry, but more than 100 people walked out of the room behind him.

These people stood behind Lin Sanqi one by one, male and female, old and young, all of them were patients who had taken Lin Sanqi's secret prescription yesterday. Their fevers all subsided today, so they volunteered to testify for Dr. Lin.

(Of course, Dr. Lin did not treat them unfairly. He refunded all the medical expenses from yesterday in exchange for their willingness...)
"Look everyone, these more than 100 patients came to our Chinese medicine hospital yesterday with high fever, body aches, and great pain. As a result, within one day, all of them had their fevers gone. Don't you think it's miraculous? Isn't it amazing? Isn't it amazing?"

(Those who don’t reduce their fever are not qualified to be here, and they cannot get their money back…)
After Lin Sanqi said this, many of the patients who were watching started talking about it.

Changping, or rather several counties and districts near Changping, is a very small circle. Everyone sees each other every day and knows each other to some extent.

So no one suspected that Lin Sanqi was talking. After all, this matter was easy to investigate. Besides, the onlookers did not think that Lin Sanqi could bribe so many patients.

Then there is only one answer, that is, the secret recipe of traditional Chinese medicine hospital has indeed been revealed.

At this time, someone in the crowd asked an important question:

"Doctor, is the secret recipe very expensive? If it is, we still can't afford to see the doctor."

Lin Sanqi was unhappy after hearing this and asked back:

"People are more important or money is more important? Do you know what the most painful thing in life is?"

"what?"

"The person is dead, but the money is still there!"

"Uh……"

"If you are reluctant to part with your money and prefer money to your life, do you know what the consequences will be? After you die, another man will sleep with your wife, spend your money, and beat your children. Think about it, which cuckold can stand such humiliation?"

There was total silence at the scene. Many male patients were breathing heavily, obviously a little drunk.

Lin Sanqi continued to deceive:

"Besides, this is not a question of money. We are the people's hospital and the people's doctors. Of course, we serve the people. Every penny we collect is for materials. Now we don't even charge registration fees. This is to reduce the burden on the people. So, we have a unified standard of 14 yuan per child under 5 years old and 8 yuan per adult. It is a one-time fee to guarantee all your subsequent medication until your fever subsides and you recover. Do you think this is reasonable?"

"Wow, 5 yuan and 8 yuan, so expensive."

"Expensive? Why are you keeping this money? For other wild men?"

"That's right. I must take care of myself. Besides, I guarantee that I will be cured. Why would I be reluctant to spend this little money?"

But some people expressed different opinions: "Doctor, what if the money is spent but the disease is not cured? Will the money be refunded?"

Lin Sanqi clapped his hands:
"This comrade said it well. Our Chinese medicine hospital is certainly confident that we can cure everyone's illness. If we can't cure the disease, I promise you that all the treatment costs will be refunded!"

As soon as Lin Sanqi said this, there was an uproar at the scene, and the onlookers, patients and their families, cheered.

"Wow, this is great. If it doesn't cure the disease, I'll give you my money back!"

"This way, there will be no risk in treating the disease!"

"That's right. Just because of the confidence of Chinese medicine hospital, I won't go to Union Hospital anymore!"

Since ancient times, paying for medical treatment has been a natural thing, but has anyone ever heard of a guarantee of refunding money if the disease cannot be cured?

This is a great guarantee of credibility. People who were originally skeptical about traditional Chinese medicine are now determined to line up at the Chinese medicine hospital.

Dean Shen was originally very happy, but when he heard Lin Sanqi say that he wanted to return the money, he almost fell down.

He quickly ran to Lin Sanqi and cursed anxiously:

"How dare you guarantee that you will refund the money if the disease is not cured? Medicine cannot guarantee a cure 100%. If we ask for a refund, we will lose both our money and our reputation."

Lin Sanqi turned around and asked softly:
"Uncle Shen, what do you think is the standard for incurable disease?"

Dean Shen said without thinking: "If it can't be cured, the fever won't go away."

Lin Sanqi smiled slightly:
"To put it bluntly, most people with influenza can get rid of their fever on their own even without taking medicine. Giving them medicine is just to help them recover sooner, so we can make a profit on this money. Of course, there is a case where we do have to refund the money, which means we really can't cure the disease."

Now it was Dean Shen's turn to ask, "What's going on?"

"The patient died. If a person dies, it means that he cannot be cured. We have to return the money, but the question is, how many people will die?"

Dean Shen suddenly understood that this was Lin Sanqi's idea.

Recently, more than ten or twenty people die every day. Compared with the hundreds or thousands of patients a day, the mortality rate is not too high, so even if we want to refund the money, it won't be much.

And with so many secret medicines, the death toll will be even lower.

I have to say that Lin Sanqi really traveled from 2023. He is a southerner with a business mind and can make a lot of money.

"Haha, kid, you've already thought about it. Okay, then treat it quickly. The patients are waiting."

Lin Sanqi nodded, picked up his loud speaker again, and shouted to the densely packed patients in the small square in front of the hospital:

"Now follow my instructions. Patients pay at this entrance first, then go to the inner square and pay once. Once inside, you don't have to pay any more money."

Lin Sanqi had no choice but to set up this first "payment" hurdle. Although it would keep the poor out, he could only continue to operate the hospital after he received most of the money first and had money to purchase medicinal materials.

As for the patients who had no money and were seriously ill, Lin Sanqi planned to organize them and then secretly deliver medicine to them at night, keeping the whole process confidential to avoid affecting his mission of robbing the rich and helping the poor.

The patients were divided into five teams and began to take out money, just like buying tickets, with each patient paying according to the amount. The staff at the cashier's office collected the money and stamped a confirmation stamp on the back of the patient's hand to prevent anyone from sneaking in.

In just half an hour, more than 500 patients, including men, women, young and old, gathered in the inner square.

Lin Sanqi picked up the loud speaker and gave instructions again:
"We are now conducting pre-examination and triage. There are 20 doctors here. Everyone follow my instructions. Children should go to the 10 doctors on the left for preliminary examinations. Adults should go to the 10 doctors on the right."

Pre-examination and triage is actually a step in the diagnosis and treatment process of Western medicine, which is to screen patients with different conditions and then provide different treatments according to the severity of the conditions.

This is also Lin Sanqi’s purpose. It is not to let doctors treat diseases, but to let them screen out patients of the same type and then concentrate on treating them.

The advantage of doing this is that efficiency is increased exponentially, but the disadvantage is also obvious: quantity is guaranteed but quality is not.

At this time, the doctors watching the excitement at the Chinese Medicine Hospital and Union Hospital all had the same idea in their minds:
Nonsense.

Doctors of traditional Chinese medicine think this goes against the essence of tradition. How can a patient be treated on an assembly line? This is clearly irresponsible to the patient.

The doctors at the Union Medical College also felt that Lin Sanqi's behavior was too frivolous. How could he drive patients around like ducklings? (End of this chapter)