Chapter 314: Making Medicine in a Hospital in Kyoto

Seeing that Grandpa Song had given her such a high hat, Lin Qingqing quickly waved her hand and said, "Grandpa, you think too highly of me. I'm just doing what I can do. The contributions that Dad and Big Brother have made to the country are far beyond my reach."

Grandpa Song smiled softly: "It's all a matter of time."

"Let's go, my guard has prepared the car."

Old Master Tong walked in and called a few people.

Song Yiyuan: "Grandpa, we have our own car. I will drive with you, and there is not enough room in one car."

Grandpa Song nodded.

Song Yiyuan pulled Lin Qingqing and walked quickly towards the door of the Song family.

He walked a distance and saw Grandpa Song and the other two get in the car. He turned around and asked Lin Qingqing, "Qingqing, are you sure you can do this? If you can't, it may bring adverse effects."

It suddenly occurred to him that Song Yiyuan was starting to get worried about Lin Qingqing.

Lin Qingqing didn't nod, but only said: "It shouldn't be a big problem."

"good."

He frowned slightly and quickened his pace.

This matter really cannot be taken lightly. He is the leader of the country. No matter how small the matter is, it must be treated with caution when it comes to him.

It's not that he doesn't trust Qingqing. After all, Qingqing has not received any professional traditional medical training. The knowledge she learned before was from the old Chinese medicine doctor in the village. She doesn't know the theoretical knowledge of Western medicine.

Doctors who can treat national leaders must be top-notch doctors in all walks of life.

He was afraid that Qingqing would lose confidence after being frustrated at the age of eighteen.

No matter how talented a genius is, he is nothing compared to an experienced Chinese medicine practitioner with decades of experience.

With a lot on his mind, he opened the passenger door and let Lin Qingqing get in before closing the door himself.

Old Master Tong's car was already driving towards this side, and Song Yiyuan quickly started the car and followed him.

The one they wanted was a hospital in Kyoto.

When national leaders seek medical treatment, doctors from Kyoto First Hospital come to their homes to see them, and the medicine is prescribed by the director of this hospital, who is the attending physician of the leaders.

Half an hour later.

Two military jeeps stopped one after the other at the gate of a hospital in Kyoto.

Song Yiyuan and Lin Qingqing got out of the car and followed Grandpa Song and the other two to the dean's office.

Shi Guili has been having a headache these past two days because of the recurrence of bone spurs caused by the leader.

Currently, the only medicine that can treat bone spurs is a combination of Chinese medicine plasters and Western medicine painkillers. This two-pronged approach can quickly relieve the pain of bone spurs.

However, Western medicine painkillers contain an ingredient called dihydrogenase, which is the main ingredient in painkillers.

This ingredient has only one drawback: the lactose in it can easily corrode the gastric mucosa, which is exactly what causes gastric ulcers.

I get stomachache as soon as I take painkillers. This method of robbing Peter to pay Paul is not a long-term solution.

As soon as Grandpa Song and the other two old generals appeared in the hospital, they immediately caused a commotion.

There are few people in Kyoto who don't know these three national treasures. They have seen countless reports and photos of the three veteran commanders in newspapers.

Whenever the three of them travelled, they were surrounded and escorted by soldiers. Ordinary people were not allowed to get close to them and could only watch from afar.

Now that a real person walked past them at such a close distance, some people panicked, while others were brave enough to shout and say hello.

"Mr. Song is handsome, Mr. Tong is handsome, Mr. Cai is handsome!"

The three old men stopped and saluted the man who greeted them, then walked forward again.

One person greeted them, and the others who stopped to watch shouted to the three of them.

Suddenly, the lobby on the first floor of the hospital was filled with voices calling out for the three veteran commanders.

Some people started shouting to the team, and the shouts became louder and louder...

Song Yiyuan and Lin Qingqing followed side by side, feeling the people's enthusiasm and support for the three old men.

It was only about ten meters from the entrance to the stairs to the second floor. Grandpa Song and the other two walked with their heads held high and their steps in unison, their aura awe-inspiring.

The three old men listened to the shouting in their ears, with solemn and majestic expressions on their faces.

When they reached the middle of the first staircase to the second floor, the three of them stopped, turned around, raised their hands and saluted, turned slightly towards the people in the hall, passing by, and on the stairs, saluted from top to bottom, and then turned around and went up the stairs.

The common people were infected by this scene and became even more excited, and their shouts became louder.

Lin Qingqing was also touched when she saw this scene.

Every step of this was paved with so much blood.

Song Yiyuan's eyes were already moist when he followed Grandpa Song and the other two to pay their respects.

For a soldier, being recognized and supported by the people is the greatest honor, and it is also the greatest reward for them when they fight bravely and risk their lives.

The group went up to the second floor, and some people from downstairs followed them up. Mr. Tong's guard stepped forward and said to the crowd, "The three veteran generals are here for business. I hope everyone can get their medicine and see the doctor normally and not disrupt the order and other comrades' treatment. Thank you for your cooperation."

The crowd gradually dispersed, and the group arrived at the dean's office at the end of the corridor.

Old Master Tong knocked on the door a few times.

"Come in." A hoarse and old male voice said from inside the door.

When Mr. Tong opened the door, he saw Dean Shi, a thin man of medium height, standing at the window smoking.

When Dean Shi saw that the three veteran generals had arrived, he quickly put out his cigarette, opened all the windows, brushed off the smell of cigarettes on his body, and then walked over quickly.

"Why are you three here? Are you feeling unwell?"

He is about the same age as Grandpa Song and the other two, but because of their higher status, he naturally used a respectful title.

The three old men sat directly on the reception bench set up by Dean Shi, and pointed to the seats next to them and said to Lin Qingqing and Song Yiyuan: "Sit down first and talk later."

Dean Shi was a little overwhelmed when he saw the three of them coming over. Suddenly, an image flashed through his mind... Could it be that they came to him to keep quiet about the three men in formal attire rolling on the ground that he saw last night?

Seeing that everyone was seated, he walked to the door and wanted to pour water on the table, but was stopped by Mr. Cai.

"Don't pour it. There's no time for tea."

Mr. Tong: "We are here to talk about the leader taking medicine."

Grandpa Song: "I have someone here who can give the leader a layer of medicine to seal the stomach. This way, he won't feel any pain after taking it."

The three of them each spoke a sentence and explained their purpose.