A doctor who travels through two eras

Lin Sanqi went to the pharmacy first to take a look.

The pharmacy currently only sells four prescription drugs, so the workflow is not very complicated.

Since Uncle Lin Wu took over the sand and gravel business, the pharmacy manager has been temporarily held by Lin Duzhong, the second son of the Lin family.

Lin Sanqi wasn't afraid of him embezzling, since the factory records, warehouse records, and sales records were all complete. The daily statistics were to reconcile the three accounts, and even if a single pill was missing, the money could be found out.

At this moment, Lin Duzhong was seen standing on a table with an aluminum megaphone, loudly giving instructions:

"Line up, line up, everyone! Hey you in the floral shirt, if you glare at me again, believe me, I'll throw you out of Temple Street!"

"Everyone, get your money ready. Each person can only sell a maximum of 10 pills of our secret formula medicine. No more than that. Don't bother us."

"Those who have bought their medicine, hurry up and move forward. Don't stop or try to join the queue again. I'm watching you."

Inside the pharmacy, more than a dozen employees were busy at the counter.

There were people selling medicine, collecting money, and carrying things; everyone was busy and having a great time.

Fortunately, this is Hong Kong. The Lin family's pharmacy is profitable enough that it has two air conditioners installed inside, constantly blowing out cool air, so the working environment is not too bad.

Lin Duzhong, with his sharp eyes, spotted his underlings not far away and immediately jumped off the table, having one of the waiters take his place in directing the queue.

"Seven, you're back."

Looking at his second brother, whose smile had become much more sincere, Lin Sanqi couldn't help but sigh: Indeed, poverty breeds cunning, while wealth fosters conscience.

Back in Beiping, this second brother was always thinking about how to take advantage of others. He was as stingy as Grandet and very selfish. This was why Lin Sanqi disliked this brother so much.

But after arriving in Hong Kong, he no longer had to worry about food and drink, and he could also receive a regular sum of money from the clinic, so this second brother began to change his ways.

Even if we don't say he's reformed, at least he's organized in his work, which shows he still has some work ability. After all, he's still Dr. Lin Kushen's son.

"Second brother, you've worked hard. The employees have air conditioning in the store, but you, the manager, are sunbathing on the street."

Lin Duzhong chuckled twice and casually said:
"Now I'm the store manager of Lingnantang Pharmacy, overseeing more than twenty people. I'm a manager now, so of course I have to do a good job. Don't worry, little brother, with me here, the employees won't be able to slack off."

Lin Sanqi thought to himself, "Well, this second brother is still somewhat obsessed with officialdom."

Judging from the scene, the pharmacy staff wouldn't even have a chance to slack off; if they were even slightly slow, they would be scolded by customers buying medicine.

"Second brother, how are the daily sales going? Are there any production capacity issues?"

Lin Duzhong had a plan in mind, and at this moment, he patted his chest and said:

“Every day, all the medicines we bring from Lizhiwo are sold out. For example, the best-selling medicine, Duanxueliu, sells 1000 pills every day.”

Let me tell you, this medicine is not only an essential remedy for gang fights in Hong Kong, but it is also being prepared for obstetrics and gynecology clinics throughout Hong Kong and even Southeast Asia.

In the past, when Hong Kong women married, they would give several pieces of fish maw as part of the dowry, to prevent postpartum hemorrhage. Nowadays, Hong Kong women always include a box of "blood-stopping medicine" in their dowry, for emergency use.

The daily sales of Pien Tze Huang pills are also 1000. It has now become an essential tonic for Chinese people in Hong Kong and throughout Southeast Asia, especially for those who frequently attend social events and must take one pill before drinking alcohol.

The third best-selling product is "Aoaojiao," which has a daily supply of 800 capsules. Originally, it should have been the best-selling product, but currently there is a shortage of raw materials.

Wow, little brother, let me tell you, "Awooo" is a good medicine. The prostitutes on Portland Street and Shanghai Street next door are very clever. We sell it for HK$20 a pill, but they sell it to their customers for HK$50 a pill.

Holy crap, these women earn more than us. I'm wondering if I should raise the price.

As for Angong Niuhuang Wan, its current daily sales volume is 500 pills.

Oh, by the way, some Western medicine hospitals have already approached us about collaborating on brain resuscitation treatments for neurosurgery, but I haven't agreed yet.

All these medicines combined bring in a fixed daily revenue of 61000 yuan, not a penny more or less.

Every day after closing, we deposit the money into the HSBC bank next door. I handed over all the accounts to my third brother and sister-in-law. Don't worry, little brother, with your older brother here, no one can embezzle a single penny.”

Lin Sanqi did the math: 60,000 a day, that's about 1.8 million a month, and 20 million a year.

In 1963, 2000 million was an enormous sum; the turnover of most companies on the stock exchange did not reach that amount.

At that time, the price of a property in Kowloon was only 300 yuan per square meter.

However, Lin Sanqi was not satisfied. The previous use of scarcity marketing was because Lingnantang was new to the market and had no reputation, so they had to resort to some unethical tactics. Now that Lingnantang had established its reputation, there was no need to be stingy anymore. They had to take advantage of the fact that Lingnantang had become a well-known brand throughout Southeast Asia and expand rapidly.

"Second Brother, how's it going with the shop properties I asked Sixth Uncle and the real estate agency to acquire in downtown Hong Kong?"

Uncle Lin said somewhat awkwardly:

"I'm not too sure about that. Dad doesn't let me get involved in anything outside the pharmacy. If it involves finances, you'd better ask your third sister-in-law or Dad."

Lin Sanqi almost burst out laughing, and quickly waved his hand:
"Second brother, you go ahead and get busy, I'm going to see Dad."

Lin Duzhong didn't take it to heart. He knew it was because his father didn't trust him, but he was also self-aware.

Now, as the manager of Lingnantang Pharmacy, he earns a monthly salary of 5000 yuan, which is much better than the 32 yuan he earned as an acupuncturist at the Capital Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Lin Duzhong is very satisfied with his new job.

Moreover, he also receives a share of the profits from the Lingnantang Medical Clinic.

Lin Kushen had previously promised that he would receive two shares of the clinic's annual profits, while Lin Hongshen, Lin Kushen, and his three sons would each receive one share. This meant that Lin Duzhong would receive 14% of the clinic's profits.

The Lin family members themselves know the Lin family's affairs; a 14% share of the profits is an astronomical figure for mainlanders.

Lin Duzhong glanced at the long queue outside the clinic and was already fantasizing about how much money he would receive at the end of the year, feeling that life was full of hope.

Lin Sanqi walked into the clinic and found that the traditional Chinese medicine clinic was no less busy than the pharmacy at this time.

There are five medical guides in the lobby alone.

The guides at the TCM clinic are all apprentices with some TCM knowledge. Their role is not just to guide and point out directions, but to refer patients to different TCM specialists based on their individual characteristics.

When a pharmacy apprentice has to leave, they have to fill in at the pharmacy to get medicine. Basically, they have to do everything except sit in the pharmacy.

When the staff at the clinic saw the young owner arrive, they all stood up and greeted him.

Although the Lin family has never said who the heir is, everyone in the clinic knows that the young master of the Lin family is not the eldest son, Lin Gancao, but the youngest son, Lin Sanqi.

Lin Sanqi waved all the way and then walked towards a clinic.

Outside Lin Kushen's clinic, patients were waiting in line. An apprentice stood guard at the door, calling out numbers according to the situation inside. Everything was in good order.

Lin Sanqi walked into the consultation room and obediently called out, "Dad."

Lin Kushen was taking a patient's pulse with his eyes closed when he heard this. He opened his eyes slightly, then closed them again to think, completely undisturbed and without even a change in expression.

The boy sitting next to Lin Kushen was Lin Zhuye, the eldest son of Uncle Wu.

His job was to search his uncle's house. In fact, he was an apprentice, but such an apprentice was considered a core disciple in the sect, and he was bound to become a talent in the future.

Lin Zhuye didn't dare to make a sound, but mouthed, "Brother."

Lin Sanqi knew that traditional Chinese medicine practitioners should not be disturbed when they are seeing patients, and no sound should be made by those around them, so he nodded to his cousin and obediently found a stool to sit down.

He had originally planned to take advantage of his free time to discuss some things with his father, but he ended up waiting until noon.

The patient was constantly on the go, and didn't even have time to go to the toilet.

After Lin Sanqi waited until his cousin closed the toolbox, his lackey handed him a cup of tea.

"Dad, now I finally believe where our little villa and cars in Huadu came from. With your terrifying number of patients, it's hard not to make a fortune."

Lin Kushen was a famous traditional Chinese medicine doctor of the Lingnan school. Before the liberation, he would only need a small yellow croaker for one of his house calls.

Nowadays, a single consultation costs 200 yuan, not including the cost of medication.

If I see 50 patients a day, the registration fee is 1 yuan.

In Hong Kong, where the average salary is only 200 to 300 yuan, the registration fee alone can amount to more than 200,000 yuan a month, which is equivalent to being able to buy a house on Hong Kong Island in a month.

This doesn't even include the money earned from traditional Chinese medicine.

Dr. Lin has been working in mainland China for over ten years, earning only a little over one hundred yuan a month; it's truly a waste of his talent. (End of Chapter)