Chapter 101 Lingnan Hall looks shabby
Zhou Ruili and Song Jiming sat in the back row of Cullinan. They both sat up straight and looked out the window blankly.
This is a village road that can only accommodate two cars parallel to each other. There are various small shops on both sides of the road. Mobile phone sellers and steamed bun sellers are open next door, and foot washing houses and beauty salons are crowded together.
On the road, electric vehicles, bicycles and pedestrians were all crowded together. When they saw a car approaching, they all got out of the way and cursed. It was a chaotic moment.
Zhou Ruili looked at the scene outside the car window and asked the driver suspiciously:
"Xiao Zhang, did you drive wrong? Why did you drive to the countryside? I'm not here to buy chickens."
Driver Zhang was already sweating profusely. The Cullinan he was driving was not a cheap car. If it got bumped on the road and even repaired it would cost hundreds of thousands.
Shilou Village was originally a village in the city. The roads in the village were rugged and winding, and there were many people and cars. The driver became more and more frightened as he drove, and he was already scolding his mother.
"Mr. Zhou, no, that's right. No. 55, Houshanfang, Shilou Village. The navigation shows that there is still about 400 meters to go."
The suspicion in Zhou Ruili's heart became more and more serious, and he couldn't help but regret in his heart:
"MD, this is such a hellish place. I should have brought some bodyguards with me. It would be troublesome if I encountered a fairy jumping around."
Rich people are always afraid of death and doubt everything.
It was a 400-meter drive, and it took Cullinan more than 10 minutes to get there.
When Zhou Ruili and Song Jiming got out of the car, they saw an ordinary building in the village, and it was obviously messy with people coming in and out for decoration.
There is a traditional Chinese medicine clinic in the corner of this building. There is a plaque on it that seems to be old, and it says "Lingnan Hall".
Zhou Ruili’s first impression was not good, and the suspicion in his heart became a little more intense:
"Director Song, you said Angong Niuhuang Pills were bought from this medical clinic? Why do I think this place looks like a village clinic for barefoot doctors?"
It was Song Jiming's first time to visit Shilou Village, and he was actually surprised. But what he was thinking was: This Lin family is really beyond appearances. How could such a simple place actually have Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon?
The two people's feelings are completely different.
"Mr. Zhou, this is where Lingnan Tang sold 3 Angong Niuhuang Pills to save a child's life. It's not a secret in our hospital. Since you're here, let's go down and ask."
Just at this time, Lin Musen came out wearing a blue worker's coat and carrying a bag of construction waste. His head and body were covered with white dust.
The Lin family has been renovating their home since they sold the ginseng. As the head of the family, Lin Musen naturally rolled up his sleeves and worked together. It would be nice to have one less labor force.
Song Jiming quickly shouted: "Hey, master, is Dr. Lin from Lingnan Hall at home?"
"Doctor Lin? Oh, I am Lin Musen from Lingnan Hall, you two are..."
Song Jiming was happy when he heard this: "So you are Dr. Lin. Haha, we have admired the famous name for a long time, so we came here to seek medical treatment."
Lin Musen was also happy in his heart. His "Lingnan Hall" finally broke out of the village and went to the city? Even patients from outside come here because of it, so you have to treat them well:
"It turns out that we are seeing a doctor. Hehe, you two go to the medical center and sit down first. I will wash my hands."
Zhou Ruili didn't take the initiative to speak during the whole process. At this time, he pulled Song Jiming's clothes and asked quietly:
"Director Song, is this, is this reliable? It stands to reason that any medical clinic that can get such rare Chinese medicinal materials in the world is not magnificently decorated. If you look at this clinic again, it doesn't look like there is one. What does your strength look like? "Business people are most particular about judging people by their appearance. The luxury car you drive and the luxury house you live in show your strength all the time.
For example, "Rui Jun Tang", the first traditional Chinese medicine clinic in Xiangjiang, has a royal look when you enter. A branch of wild ginseng that is hundreds of years old is placed in the middle for people to visit, which tells patients that this is strength.
Song Jiming didn't take it seriously. He was a doctor and knew the inside story of this industry better.
Just like a hospital website, it is flashy and beautiful all day long. It looks like an international listed company. This kind of hospital is often affiliated with a certain company.
On the contrary, the websites of top hospitals are ordinary, and they are not even maintained. They only have a few basic functions and can at most publish a few press releases from hospital leaders.
What the medical industry compares is internal technology rather than appearance.
So Song Jiming patted his chest and said, "Mr. Zhou, I might not believe it if it were anyone else, but this Dr. Lin has real medicine. I can guarantee this."
Zhou Ruili thought to himself, you don't want to take a fucking kickback and kill me as a scapegoat, right?
This feeling of distrust reached its peak when Lin Musen took out Angong Niuhuang Pills.
When the five small green boxes were placed on the table, Zhou Ruili had already secretly defined these medicines in his heart:
Counterfeit medicine.
What he wants is Angong Niuhuang Pills from the 1950s and 1960s. It has been decades, but you tell me the packaging is still brand new?
Just like antiques, this is not from the Eastern Zhou Dynasty or the Western Zhou Dynasty, but from the last week, right?
On the contrary, Song Jiming's eyes were shining brightly when he looked at it. For brain surgery, coma caused by damage to cerebral nerves and blood vessels is very common, but there is no particularly good clinical treatment method.
Among them, Angong Niuhuang Pill is one of the few traditional Chinese medicines that can play a huge role in treating brain diseases.
If all these medicines belong to him, or if authentic Angong Niuhuang Pills can be purchased in Huadu No. 1 Hospital, how many patients can be saved? How much fame can Song Jiming create for him?
"Dr. Lin, I didn't expect you still have 5 Angong Pills in your hand. This is incredible. These are treasures. Mr. Zhou, your son is saved."
Lin Musen chuckled, thinking that you would treat him like a treasure. My son got it casually in 1959 and let him show off~~~
"Director Song, Boss Zhou, I wonder how many pills you need?"
Zhou Ruili laughed a few times and couldn't help but ask:
"Dr. Lin, this, your medicine is too new, isn't it? It doesn't mean that the use of protected animals in medicine is no longer allowed. If you come up with such a new medicine, it won't be of any use to my son. What I want is five Old medicine from sixty years ago.”
Song Jiming quickly helped explain:
"Mr. Zhou, you misunderstood. These Angong Niuhuang Pills are indeed not old medicines from decades ago. These are specially supplied medicines, specially given to..."
While talking, Song Jiming raised his index finger and pointed at the sky, looking mysterious.
Zhou Ruili snorted in his heart: Special medicine? Just because this small clinic can get it?
Although he was impatient, he still looked calm on the surface and took out the phone:
"Doctor Lin, Director Song, I'm sorry, this is related to my son's life. I have to ask my friend to find out. Please wait for me for a moment."
Song Jiming and Lin Musen knew that Boss Zhou was suspicious.
Song Jiming didn't take it seriously. Anyway, he knew that the medicine was real and they were not scammers. He could call them if he wanted.
Lin Musen didn't care anymore. He knew in his heart whether the medicine was real or not. Buying medicine was like fate. If you believed me, you would live if you bought it. If you didn't believe me, if I didn't buy it, your own fate would be bad if you died.
Lin Musen had no intention of forcing anything.
(End of chapter)