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"I think there's absolutely no need for a Traditional Chinese Medicine department; Western medicine can cover everything."

"That's right, there are no patients, it's a complete waste of resources!"

"I think the area for the Traditional Chinese Medicine department could be rearranged and converted into wards."

"..."

Lin Zijun was furious and really wanted to kick them all back.

These days he's been memorizing acupoints and studying the "Compendium of Materia Medica." The more he learns, the more he understands the value and wonder of traditional Chinese medicine.

Besides, what makes you say that traditional Chinese medicine is useless!

What about the cupping and massage he did before?

Mad!

As soon as Lin Zijun lifted his buttocks, Lin Zhilan frowned slightly at him and gestured with her eyes for him to sit down.

Forget it.

Give Teacher Lin some face.

Lin Zijun gritted his teeth and sat back down.

Seeing that the discussion was almost over, Dean Liu repeated the two proposals put forward by Lin Zhilan.

"Our hospital is definitely democratic, so we called you all here so that everyone can vote to decide."

The group then resumed their discussion.

Lin Zhilan glanced at the watch, feeling somewhat annoyed by this repetitive discussion.

If it weren't for the limitations of the times, she would have gone out to work on her own long ago.

She stood up and clapped her hands. "Distinguished leaders, in order to get you to make a decision sooner, I'd like to add one more condition to the second self-financing plan."

From now on, all procurement of medicines and medical equipment for the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department, as well as the salaries of medical staff, will be borne by our Traditional Chinese Medicine Department itself.

Now, those who chose option two, raise your hands!

Lin Zijun suddenly raised his hand, raising it as high as possible.

Immediately afterwards, the hospital leaders also raised their hands one by one.

Dean Liu reminded everyone, "Everyone, if we choose this plan, the finances of the Traditional Chinese Medicine department will be separated from the main department. Are you sure?"

"Yes, yes, Dean. It's an overwhelming majority, no need to elaborate."

Although traditional Chinese medicine is in decline, Chinese medicinal herbs are still very expensive.

Since the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine made such boastful claims, let them bear the consequences themselves.

When expenses exceed income, the traditional Chinese medicine department can be abolished.

With the matter settled and the meeting adjourned, Lin Zhilan smiled again and asked, "Any of the leaders present have rheumatism?"

Someone laughed, "Dr. Lin, are you treating us like your first patients?"

Lin Zhilan smiled and nodded, "I just finished making a jar, so if you want to buy it, hurry up, or you'll miss out."

Everyone laughed and didn't take it seriously.

Dean Liu stayed until the very end, saying, "Dr. Lin, I have rheumatism, could you give me a try?"

"Of course," Lin Zhilan said with a smile. "Since you're the first one to buy, I'll give you a discount and only charge you 4.9 yuan."

"So expensive?" Dean Liu asked in surprise.

Lin Zhilan: "It's not expensive. One course of treatment will guarantee you a complete cure."

The hospital where she used to work sold this prescription for 2,000 yuan per course of treatment, and it was still in short supply.

Lin Zhilan had calculated the cost, and this was already considered a low price.

Dean Liu still trusted her medical skills and decided to buy it, but he still asked at the end, "So what was the original price?"

Five pieces.

"So, I, the dean, only got a one-cent discount?"

"The dean doesn't offer discounts. The first buyer gets a discount, but you'll have to pay the original price next time you buy."

"Fine," Dean Liu said to Lin Zijun, "I can't argue with your teacher's words."

Lin Zijun suppressed a laugh; Teacher Lin was just too cool!

The three returned to the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, where Ye Congshan was sitting in his office reading a book.

After hearing the meeting results, he had no objections whatsoever; on the contrary, he was particularly interested in the ointment.

Lin Zhilan scooped out a lump of dark ointment and applied it to the joint of Dean Liu's left leg. Then she handed the ointment to Lin Zijun, saying, "You can do the rest."

"it is good."

Lin Zijun followed her example and began to apply the medicine.

Lin Zhilan gently reminded, "Don't apply it too thickly, just enough to cover your skin color."

"Will applying too much have any side effects?" Lin Zijun asked.

Lin Zhilan: "No, it would be a waste."

Dean Liu: "..."

Lin Zhilan instructed, "Quit smoking and drinking, and avoid raw and cold foods during this period. Apply the compress for five consecutive days."

She added, "If you miss a day, the count starts again, and you'll have to pay extra."

Dean Liu laughed and said, "Dr. Lin, you're obsessed with money; you can't stop talking about it."

"There's no other way; we have to be responsible for our own profits and losses, and the pressure is immense."

"Hey." Dean Liu had nothing to say.

People of this generation, especially the elderly, have a high pain tolerance.

Lin Zhilan only noticed after Dean Liu rolled up his trouser leg that his joints were swollen and deformed to varying degrees.

This didn't happen overnight, but you can't tell at all from his usual walking and moving.

Not long after the medicine was applied, Dean Liu felt his knees and joints getting warm, as if a wrung-out hot towel had been placed on them.

Comfortable.

I haven't felt this comfortable in a long time.

In order not to delay his work, Dean Liu applied the plaster to a piece of white paper, wrapped it with a plastic bag, and went back to continue working.

He was a surgeon, and after one operation, he looked at his knee in shock.

It really doesn't hurt!

He stood on the stage for more than three hours without moving; usually, he would freeze for a while before he could move.

At this moment, he lifted his leg and felt nothing at all!

What a god!

"Dean, what's wrong?"

"Old Zhu, I remember you also have rheumatism?"

"Yes."

"Then go to the Traditional Chinese Medicine department. Remember to bring money, five yuan."

Zhu Weidong realized what was happening and said, "Okay, I'll go in a bit."

The results of today's meeting were posted on the notice board on the first floor of the hospital.

Almost everyone in the hospital, except for Dean Liu, Zhu Weidong, and the doctors and nurses in charge of Cheng Qingshan, thought that Lin Zhilan had gone mad.

Even worse, some people went to Ye Congshan and said that Lin Zhilan didn't respect him as the head of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and that her self-reliance and taking the department for granted were a joke.

Unexpectedly, Ye Congshan was not angry at all. Instead, he said that Lin Zhilan was capable and he was relieved to have the TCM department in her hands.

As soon as he turned around, people criticized Ye Congshan for being stupid, willing to be suppressed by young people, and that he would eventually be implicated and lose his job.

Upon hearing this, Tu Jing went to the Traditional Chinese Medicine department and said he wanted to buy ten plasters.

Lin Zhilan frowned. "Why did you buy so much?"

Tu Jing clenched his fists and stared straight ahead, not daring to look at her face, yet wanting to know her reaction: "I'm going back to the capital to give this to my comrades."

"Hmm, fifty, Lin Zijun, take the money!"

"Alright!"

Tu Jing handed the money to Lin Zijun, his gaze lingering on her fair and slender hands, feeling a mix of bitterness and embarrassment.

I'm afraid that in their eyes, I'm not even a friend.

Back in the ward, Cheng Qingshan looked at the pile of ointments on the table and then looked at Tu Jing inquiringly.

Tu Jing smiled wryly: "Sir, I won't."

And they didn't even have the chance to go all in.

For Comrade Lin Zhilan, he was just a passerby.

Like that train journey, I was fortunate enough to pass through a short period of her life.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Cheng Qingshan said awkwardly, changing the subject when he saw that the man was still relatively clear-headed. "Dr. Lin is my savior. People outside don't know that, so go and spread the word."