A doctor who travels through two eras

Chapter 52: The inheritance of traditional Chinese medicine has been interrupted

“500!!!”

Lin Sanqi and Lin Bingqiao suddenly held each other's hands tightly, feeling as excited as if they had won the lottery jackpot.

Poor two poor kids, they had never heard of so much money in their lives.

Lin Musen said calmly:

"Why are you so excited? I still have to pay taxes on the 500 million. If I want to use our Chinese medicine clinic's account, I have to pay business tax, urban construction tax, education surcharge, local education surcharge, and personal income tax. The part exceeding 100000 yuan has to pay a 35% tax. You can calculate how much is left of the 500 million?"

Lin Sanqi's heart was bleeding, these were all red bills, er, all his money.

No wonder so many celebrities are evading taxes, such as Bing and Lun. This is also...

This is too much!

Paying taxes is the obligation of every citizen. Tax evasion is illegal. We must be conscious and proud of being a taxpayer! The more taxes we pay, the more glorious it is. (Dog head saves life!)
Lin Musen felt sad when he saw his son and daughter with excited faces. As a parent, which parent doesn't want to give their children the best material conditions?

"Okay, okay, our family suddenly has a little money now, and Dad is going to fulfill one of your wishes. Tell me, what do you want to buy?"

Lin Bingqiao was the first to raise her hand:
"Dad, my brother promised to buy me a new model of a far-reaching mobile phone. Can I make this request?"

Lin Musen laughed:
"Buy it. Not only you, but also our family of four. Each of us should get a new model of the latest laptop. Dad will also buy you an additional new model of laptop!"

"Wow, Dad is the best, I love Dad the most~~~"

Lin Sanqi curled his lips and thought that women who knew how to act coquettishly had the best life.

Lin Musen looked at his son again: "Qizi, what do you want?"

Lin Sanqi shook his head: "I don't have anything to spend, so you decide how to spend the money, Dad."

Lin Musen looked around and came up with an idea:

"I plan to divide the money into two halves. Qizi, you take 100 million. You can decide what to buy later. Do you understand what I mean?"

Lin Sanqi understood immediately that if he wanted to travel to the year 59, he would have to prepare a lot of supplies, and he must have working capital on hand to facilitate purchases at any time.

"In addition, I want to use the remaining money to renovate our home. The current decoration is the one your mother and I wore when we got married. It has been more than 20 years and it is already out of date. Now that we have money, we should enjoy ourselves."

Lin Sanqi and Lin Bingqiao nodded their heads like kowtow machines.

Decorating your home well is not only a matter of appearance, but also a matter of substance. A comfortable living environment depends on the magic of money.

Lin Musen thought about it again:
"It's a pity that I don't have enough money after paying taxes, otherwise I would like to renovate my Chinese medicine clinic. This is the inheritance left by our ancestors. Even though Chinese medicine is not doing well now, I want to keep this family business. Of course, if any of you are willing to inherit our ancestral business, I will be very happy." Lin Bingqiao quickly lowered her head: "Dad, I'm not interested in Chinese medicine. You can give it to Lin Sanqi. He is the son who will inherit the throne."

Lin Musen looked at his son hopefully:
"Qizi, your parents there are famous Chinese medicine practitioners, and you will come into contact with more Chinese medicine practitioners after you start working. Moreover, those old Chinese medicine practitioners are all at the level of great masters. Why don't you learn more from them?"

Lin Bingqiao was immersed in the joy of the fruit machine and didn't hear what her father and brother were talking about.

Lin Sanqi scratched his head after hearing this.

"Be a Chinese medicine doctor? Dad, you opened a Chinese medicine clinic, but it's just for the sake of being alone. Apart from the old neighbors, how many young people come to the Chinese medicine clinic for treatment? No patients means no money. For example, the Western medicine clinic in Pingle Village is always full of patients receiving infusions every day, so it makes money."

Lin Musen almost slapped this unfilial son to death:
"You are just ignorant. Who told you that Chinese medicine doesn't make money? Do you know how much revenue Ruijuntang, the largest Chinese medicine clinic in Hong Kong, has in a year? They have opened up all the industrial chains of Chinese medicine and their annual profit is at least 30 billion Hong Kong dollars.

The key is not only to make money, but also to have connections. Mr. Ye Shengrui, the chief doctor of Ruijuntang, has connections with everyone from the Chief Executive to the four major families to the common people. Who wouldn't give him some face? It can be said that he is a completely transcendent and god-like figure. "

Lin Sanqi was stunned when he heard this:
"Is this true? A Chinese medicine clinic can make over 30 billion yuan in profit a year? Why would you need a bicycle? The profits of a regular Western medicine hospital may not be that high."

Lin Musen gave another example:
"Let's not talk about the distant past. Take the home of Mr. Shi Jinmo, one of the four famous doctors in Peking before liberation. Do you know how rich he was? His mansion alone has 99 rooms. Just imagine the scale. It's comparable to Prince Gong's Mansion."

Lin Bingqiao was stunned when she heard this:
"99 rooms, one-tenth of the Forbidden City? My goodness, how can Mr. Shi sleep all of them? How many concubines would he need to marry to fill up this huge house?"

Lin Sanqi listened thoughtfully.

After the liberation, all the famous old Chinese medicine practitioners in Beiping went to work at the Kuanjie Chinese Medicine Hospital. I don't know which one is Mr. Shi Jinmo, and I don't know if his 99 rooms are still there. I have to visit them if I have a chance.

Lin Musen suddenly thought of something and looked at his son with shining eyes:

"Qizi, this Mr. Shi died in 69. If you calculate the time, he was most likely working at the Capital Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine in 59. You should go and look for him quickly. If you can become Mr. Shi's disciple, our ancestral graves will be filled with smoke."

Lin Sanqi had a bitter face:

"Dad, learning Chinese medicine is too hard and tiring. I've been studying Western medicine for five years and I'm already exhausted. Learning Chinese medicine is really even harder. As a human being, the most important thing is to be happy. Is it necessary to be so tired? What ancestral heritage, national treasure, listen, is this something that we young people today can take on?"

If other Chinese medicine practitioners heard this, they would definitely call upon thunder to strike this ungrateful guy to death.

The 50s and the early 60s were the era when China produced the last batch of "great masters". Once this opportunity was missed, it would be gone forever. There was actually a gap in the inheritance.

During this period, every old Chinese medicine practitioner had his own exclusive secrets, and the prescriptions they kept secret were truly treasures of Chinese medicine.

Now that such a good opportunity is in front of Lin Sanqi, he is truly a typical example of someone who enters a treasure mountain without realizing it, and sees a true Buddha without bowing down.

(End of this chapter)