It was already past 9 o'clock when Zhou Xiuqin returned home after dinner. She gently put Yaoyao on the bed and wiped her face and hands with a towel.

"Mom, go to bed! I'll sleep with Yaoyao." Shen Yunzhao said.

"Okay, you should go to bed early too. By the way, is Xiao Cheng not back yet?"

Shen Yunzhao said helplessly, "No. He just sent a WeChat message saying that he has a lot of things to do today, so he and Brother Wen will stay in the city for one night and won't be back until tomorrow."

"So busy!" Zhou Xiuqin complained. Cheng Shaoyuan is much busier now than before. He used to be able to go home every day, but now he only goes home three times a week at most, and he comes back late every time.

But she also knew that this was determined by the nature of his job, so she couldn't say anything.

"Go to bed early, you have to get up early tomorrow!"

Zhou Xiuqin came out and took her clothes to the bathroom to wash up. After washing, she returned to the room and found Shen Fugui sitting in front of the desk reading a book.

He turned on the desk lamp, lowered his head, and stared intently at the book on the table, occasionally taking out a pen to write something on the book.

Zhou Xiuqin vaguely recalled her youth when Shen Fugui was not a rural doctor, but just a small tailor.

At that time, he felt that he could not make money as a tailor, so he began to think about studying medicine.

He bought some medical books, made clothes for people during the day to earn money, and read medical books at night.

At that time, he worked very hard. Whenever he had a little free time, he would do nothing but read.

God rewards those who work hard. A year later, he passed the relevant assessment for rural doctors and became a rural doctor.

At that time, rural doctors were poorly paid and did not receive any government subsidies, so they had to rely on themselves to make money.

Shen Fugui followed the village doctor and slowly learned his skills. Finally, after a few years, his medical skills became more and more advanced, and he finally became a qualified rural doctor.

Unfortunately, Shen Fugui later developed the bad habit of being lazy and gluttonous, and he would drink here and there with a group of people every day.

Although medical skills have never been abandoned, they have never advanced.

Zhou Xiuqin shook her head, walked to Shen Fugui's side, and said, "Old man, go to bed early!"

Shen Fugui looked up at her, then immediately lowered his head to continue reading and said, "I'm not sleepy yet, you go to sleep first."

"How can I sleep with the lights so bright!" Zhou Xiuqin said unhappily.

Shen Fugui paused, then put away his books and pens, and said, "Then I'll go to another room."

"Hey, don't go, go to bed early."

Zhou Xiuqin stopped him, "It's so late, what are you still watching? Let's watch it tomorrow!"

Shen Fugui shook his head. "No. I won't be free tomorrow. You don't know how good the business has been lately."

Shen Fugui felt strange. Ever since Cheng Shaoyuan was transferred to be the secretary of the top boss, his store's business suddenly improved a lot.

From the time the clinic opens at 8 a.m. to the time it closes at 10 p.m., he is busy all day and has almost no free time.

He originally wanted to read for a while when no one was in the store, but later he found that he was thinking too much and he had no time to read at all.

"Business is so good?" Zhou Xiuqin was a little surprised. "Have so many people been sick recently?"

"Not really, but a lot of people come to our store to buy tonics. The kind that cost 10 or 20 yuan a pack, and they're especially popular. I used to sell about 10 packs a day, but now I sell at least 60, and sometimes even 100."

Zhou Xiuqin was shocked. "So many people are buying tonics?"

“A lot of people buy it.”

Shen Fugui’s store sells packaged tonics, which include astragalus, codonopsis, red dates, wolfberry, and other tonics. Small packages are 10 yuan each, and large packages are 20 yuan each. Many people buy them to make chicken soup.

Recently he launched a tonic for making medicinal duck, and even more people bought it.

The profit from these two tonics is at least 200 yuan a day, and at least 6,000 yuan a month.

"This is just a small part of the story. The big part is that many people come to the store to buy Chinese medicine."

Shen Fugui sat down again, his lips curled up slightly, and he said with some pride, "Many people said that after taking the Chinese medicine I prescribed, their illnesses were cured. Old lady, I feel that my medical skills seem to have improved a lot!"

This is not Shen Fugui or Wang Po selling melons - bragging about what he sells, but it is a true story.

Recently, he seems to have suddenly become enlightened when it comes to prescribing Chinese medicine for patients. He will analyze the specific problems according to the patient's condition and prescribe a prescription for each patient.

Unlike before, he would prescribe medicine according to the prescriptions in the book. He would copy exactly what was written in the book about what medicine to use and how much to do.

This method has many disadvantages. The biggest disadvantage is that it cannot prescribe the right medicine for the disease. If the patient is lucky, the medicine will cure the disease. If the patient is unlucky, the medicine will not improve much, or the condition will only get a little better, and there is no way to completely cure the disease.

Since Shen Fugui "got his feet", the number of patients he cured has skyrocketed. Recently, many of his patients are repeat customers or were referred by previous patients.

Of course, this also led to a surge in the number of patients coming to the clinic, and he was unable to handle it all by himself.

After hearing what Shen Fugui said, Zhou Xiuqin said happily, "That's a good thing! See, I was right, right? You should spend your time on medicine instead of hanging out with those people and drinking!"

Shen Fugui felt a little uncomfortable. "I'm not drinking with those people now, right? Why are you still bringing it up? I can't handle the current problem by myself. You have to come to the clinic to help."

"no!"

Zhou Xiuqin refused without thinking, "I have other things to do."

She won’t get a penny for helping out at the clinic, and the key point is, who will take care of Yaoyao if she goes to the clinic?

Yun Zhao is pregnant and has to take care of the affairs of Tianfu Villa. How can she have time to take care of Yaoyao?

Shen Fugui felt a little aggrieved, "If you don't come to help, I will be exhausted to death!"

"Stupid, can't you recruit someone?"

Shen Fugui was stunned for a moment, "Recruiting people?"

"Yeah! Just like those pharmacies, you can hire a pharmacist!"

Zhou Xiuqin analyzed the situation carefully. "I asked around. The pharmacy next door is hiring pharmacists with pharmacist certificates, and they only make a little over 3,000 yuan a month. And they work two shifts, two shifts a day, eight hours a day."

"You can also spend more than 3,000 to hire a pharmacist, pay for medical and social security, and work 8 hours a day."

Shen Fugui thought about the cost of recruiting people and quickly shook his head, "No, that's too expensive. I can't afford it."

A pharmacist's salary plus medical and social security expenses should be at least 4,000 yuan a month.

How could his small clinic afford it?

Zhou Xiuqin said angrily, "You're so short-sighted! Business is so good right now, how can you handle it if you don't hire more people? By then all the patients will run away, and it won't be worth it!"