Chapter 17 The prescription is worth more than one hundred
Lin Sanqi followed her mother to a clinic, where there were more patients surrounding it.
Jin Caifeng said proudly:
"Qizai, this is your father's clinic. Look, our Lingnan Lin family's reputation is very sharp in these four-nine cities."
Lin Sanqi stretched her neck and looked in from the middle of the crowd. She saw that her cheap dad from 1959 was taking the patient's pulse, while the cheap brother was sitting next to him, copying prescriptions, and checking the pulse from time to time. .
Lin Sanqi also comes from a family of traditional Chinese medicine. Although she studied modern Western medicine in university, Xinglin still understands the rules.
According to traditional customs in Huadu, the eldest son is generally raised as a successor.
So Lin Kushen took his eldest son with him to teach him personally, obviously to teach him 100% of his skills.
You must know that for traditional Chinese medicine, those who get their turn to copy prescriptions are definitely treated like direct disciples.
However, the second son did not receive this treatment and was assigned to work in the acupuncture department. Apparently, he had lost the qualification to become the inheritor of the Lingnan Lin family of traditional Chinese medicine.
Thinking of this, Lin Sanqi suddenly remembered that his current identity seemed to be the son of the Lin family. If he was forced to learn Chinese medicine, his head would be big.
Studying Chinese medicine is too hard, and Chinese medicine is not profitable. This is why Lin Sanqi University chose Western medicine for clinical practice.
After watching for a long time, Jin Caifeng was already urging:
"Qizai, you should visit the hospital by yourself first and get familiar with the environment. Grandma still has some work to do. When I'm done, I'll take you to find the director."
Mother Lin is a staff member of the library of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital. Although she doesn't have much time to live, she must go there.
Lin Sanqi didn’t understand:
"Mom, why are you taking me to the dean? I'm not an employee of your company. How can I ask the dean to give me a red envelope?"
Jin Caifeng nodded his son's head and said angrily:
"You, you are such a crazy person. Now that you are back, you have to find a job. You are 23 years old. How can you find a wife in the future without a job?"
It seems that no matter in which era, the son's job and his wife are the top priorities in the mother's mind.
"Okay, grandma, you go ahead and do your work. I'll take a look."
It was just a casual look, but Lin Sanqi really wandered around as if visiting a film and television city.
In fact, there was really nothing to visit in the 1959 Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital.
There is no laboratory or imaging department here. Doctors rely solely on their own "look, smell, ask, and feel" to treat patients. A pulse diagnosis pillow can handle most patients without the need for too many auxiliary examinations and tools.
Therefore, under the premise of lack of medical treatment and lack of imported equipment and western medicine, relying on traditional Chinese medicine is indeed the most reasonable and realistic choice. No wonder the country vigorously developed traditional Chinese medicine hospitals in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China.
Strolling slowly, Lin Sanqi slowly arrived at the entrance of the Chinese medicine pharmacy.
Through the glass window, you can see that the Chinese medicine pharmacy is extremely busy, with people picking up medicines, weighing them, and distributing medicines.
Lin Sanqi saw her sister-in-law Fu Muxiang weighing medicines inside. After weighing, she gathered the Chinese medicinal materials, packed them, and tied them with a rope. It was done in one go, smoothly and very beautifully.
Lin Sanqi scratched her head after watching it for a while
If you really want to work in a traditional Chinese medicine hospital, what position can you take?
I don’t know how to do traditional Chinese medicine, acupuncture, massage, or dispensing medicine. I don’t even know how to do something as simple as weighing and picking up medicine.
Could it be that I can only go to some security department to guard the gate?
When other people traveled through time, they were kings and hegemons, either becoming the richest man or the president. But when I traveled back through time, I became a guard. Wouldn’t that make me laugh out loud?
Thinking of this, Lin Sanqi felt a little sad, feeling that her life was really miserable and that she would never be happy in any world.
Just when he was sad, he suddenly felt a piece of paper in his pocket. He thought of his father's instructions, so he immediately put it on the glass and said hello to his sister-in-law:
"Sister-in-law, sister-in-law~~~" Fu Muxiang had just finished packing a package of medicinal materials. He looked up and saw his brother-in-law waving to him, so he walked over:
"Qizai, why are you here? Where are your father and mother?"
"Sister-in-law, my dad and brother are seeing a doctor. Mom said she had to call on the work and let me wander around alone. I just came to your place. I want it right, sister-in-law, you are the pharmacy Yes, can you help me with this recipe?”
Lin Sanqi handed over a piece of paper, and Fu Muxiang opened it and read it.
Lin Musen is a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, and his beautiful regular calligraphy skills are still beginners. They are no different from traditional Chinese medicine practitioners of this era.
(As an aside, Chinese medicine doctors’ calligraphy must be good, which is completely different from Western doctors’ handwriting.)
Fu Muxiang read it once and felt a little strange: "Qizai, what do you want this recipe for?"
Lin Sanqi pretended to explain:
"This is what a former friend of mine asked me to ask. How much does a course of 7 patches of this prescription cost?"
Fu Muxiang is a person who doesn't meddle in other people's business. When he heard what his brother-in-law said, he took the plan and started a fight.
Lin Sanqi thought to herself that from the look of her familiarity with weighing medicine and abacus, her sister-in-law must also be a capable woman who doesn't talk much.
"Qizai, let's do the math. The total cost of these seven patches of medicine is 151 yuan, 50 cents and 3 cents."
There are zeros and rounded ones, but there is no rounding.
Lin Sanqi was shocked when she heard this and blurted out: "Damn, is it so expensive?"
He and his father had previously discussed whether medicinal materials from 1959 were cheaper in 1959 to see if they could be used or traded in 2023 to make a profit from the price difference.
As a result, these 7 patches of medicine cost more than 150 yuan, which is almost a month's salary of Lin Sophora flavescens, and less than half a year's income for ordinary workers.
Sure enough, precious medicinal materials are precious and extremely expensive in any era, making them unaffordable.
Fu Muxiang pointed to the medicinal herbs on the prescription and explained:
"The other herbs are okay, but your ginseng needs to be more than 20 years old, and the three herbs, musk and safflower, are not cheap. You also know that all the herbs here are national, and my sister-in-law can't give you a discount even if she wants to. ”
Lin Sanqi quickly waved her hand:
"No, no, no, I'm just asking for a friend. Haha, sister-in-law, please do your work first. I'm going to find my grandma."
"Okay, Qizai, don't wander around, or you might get lost again."
After walking out of the pharmacy and into a small garden of the hospital, Lin Sanqi felt a little sad. She was penniless and it seemed that she would not be able to fulfill her father's instructions.
Although 1,000 yuan was allocated when the family was separated, the money was kept by the cheap mother. In the eyes of the parents, the child is not considered an adult until he is married.
Just when Lin Sanqi was thinking about how to make money, a sudden gust of wind blew away the prescription in his hand.
Just as Lin Sanqi was about to chase after him, he saw the paper being blown to the feet of an old man sweeping the floor.
The old man was about to sweep the waste paper into the bucket, but when he lowered his head, he found a prescription, and bent down to pick it up...
(End of chapter)