Hearing Zhu Changhe's words, the nurse said: "What's the big deal? There are four people in the clinic now, and they are all experts in their respective fields.

Dr. Zhou specializes in pregnancy and gynecology, Dr. Qian specializes in internal medicine, Dr. Liu specializes in cardiovascular diseases, and Dr. Zhang specializes in surgery."

Zhu Changhe was even more shocked. "You have a clinic divided into departments?"

You should know that medical specialization is the exclusive domain of large hospitals. Ordinary clinics only have one or two doctors who do everything.

He couldn't help but look at Fu Song.

The fact that Chunhui Clinic has achieved this level must be attributed to Fu Song.

Fu Song felt somewhat helpless. In fact, according to his idea, he just needed to recruit a few doctors with good medical skills to make the service quality of Chunhui Clinic better than that of ordinary community hospitals.

Unexpectedly, when he went to the Sombu Laboratory and told it his idea, Simon, who was in charge of the Sombu Laboratory, came up with an idea.

The other party said that he could ask his students to help out at Chunhui Clinic for a few days.

Fu Song didn't care and agreed.

As a result, when these students arrived at Chunhui Clinic, he found that they were all bigwigs from major hospitals in Guangdong Province.

The most important thing is that all these students are providing free medical services.

In their words, they have learned a lot from the teacher, so it is their duty to help out for a few days.

He briefly explained the situation to Zhu Changhe. After listening to it, Zhu Changhe, although he knew Fu Song's ability, still gave him a thumbs up in admiration.

He was about to speak when suddenly, the door of the office next to him opened.

Lu Jingguo walked out and saw Fu Song. He hurriedly asked, "Mr. Fu, why are you here?"

The other doctors were stunned and saw Fu Song and immediately greeted him.

Fu Song responded one by one.

Lu Jingguo hesitated for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Mr. Fu, are you free now?"

Fu Song asked, "What's wrong?"

Lu Jingguo nodded: "I have something small to discuss with you."

After thinking for a while, Fu Song said, "Let's go to the office and talk!"

In the office, Lu Jingguo took out a book from the drawer and said, "Mr. Fu, take a look."

Fu Song took it and saw "Qin Yueren's Handwritten Notes" written in ancient characters on the cover.

Lu Jingguo explained: "Mr. Fu, this book is a medical book passed down from my ancestors. It is said to be a rare copy from the Qin Dynasty and is very precious."

Fu Song looked at him helplessly and said, "Old Lu, can we not get involved in these superstitious things?

Also, the Qin Dynasty. Do you know how long ago the Qin Dynasty was from our time?

And although your book looks rather worn, it is only a few decades old at most. Not to mention the Qin Dynasty, it is already quite good to be able to trace it back to the Qing Dynasty."

Lu Jingguo was stunned: "No way? You said it's not a unique copy?"

"Of course not!" Fu Song said with certainty.

If this medical book is valuable, my own eyes will surely tell.

But he looked at it for a long time, and there was no clue at all, let alone the red words showing the price!

Lu Jingguo: "How is that possible? You know, the recipe for the Cuncaoxin Plaster was found by me from this medical book."

"What? You said the recipe for the Inch of Grass Heart Plaster came from this medical book?

Didn’t you say before that you made the Inch of Grass Heart Plaster yourself? "

"This..." Lu Jingguo was a little embarrassed, "Isn't it that I am afraid that the fact that I have this precious book will be leaked out and attract all kinds of covetousness?

You've read in novels that when the destined protagonists get this kind of treasure, the first thing they do is memorize it all and burn it, for fear that others will find out.

If it weren't for the sheer volume of material in this book and my poor memory, I would have burned it as well."

Fu Song looked at him helplessly. Does this guy really think of himself as the protagonist?

"Then why did you take it out again?"

Lu Jingguo chuckled and said, "Of course I'm selling medicine. I've figured it out. This medical book has been in my hands for so many years, but it's useless except for being put in a secret compartment and gathering dust.

It would be better to produce and serve the public like a piece of grass.

As for me, I can also earn a little money to spend."

Looking at Lu Jingguo's eyes full of copper coins, Fu Song smiled slightly.

In the past two years, Chunhui Pharmaceutical Factory has made a fortune, and Lu Jingguo has become a standard millionaire.

It now seems that the other party is no longer satisfied with the title of millionaire and wants to develop towards the direction of tens of millions of dollars as soon as possible.

After all, although several million is a lot of money, in Guangdong Province, it may only be enough for the down payment of a house.

Although Maoping Village is the richest village in the surrounding area, it cannot be compared with Guangdong Province.

Especially after seeing Fu Song’s villa in Longcheng Yunding, Lu Jingguo probably also wanted to settle down here.

He picked up the book again and opened it to the first page.

Sure enough, the first page contained the traditional Chinese characters for "Cuncaoxin Plaster".

Then, Fu Song opened the second page.

The second page is also a prescription, but it is for treating typhoid fever.

After thinking about it, Fu Song took out his mobile phone and found a comparison of the prescriptions for typhoid fever in "Treatise on Febrile Diseases and Miscellaneous Diseases".

Then he was stunned.

Because this prescription is actually 70% similar to the prescription in "Treatise on Febrile Diseases and Miscellaneous Diseases".

He asked Lu Jingguo: "Have you studied this recipe?"

Lu Jingguo nodded: "I have studied it. If I am not mistaken, this prescription should be the prototype of the Treatise on Febrile Diseases and Miscellaneous Diseases.

It is likely that the medical sage Zhang Zhongjing made his breakthrough in treating typhoid fever after seeing this prescription and after a long period of exploration and theoretical practice.

Fu Song's brows grew serious.

He opened to the third page.

The third page is not a prescription, but some treatment experiences related to childbirth for women.

But compared with the herbal formula and the prescription for cold medicine, it is a bit outrageous.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading!