Chapter 17 The prescription is worth more than one hundred
Lin Sanqi followed his mother to a clinic where there were even more patients gathered.
Jin Caifeng said proudly:
"Qizi, this is your father's clinic. Look, our Lingnan Lin family is quite famous in this city."
Lin Sanqi stretched his neck and looked inside from the middle of the crowd, and saw his cheap father born in 1959 was taking the patient's pulse, while his cheap elder brother was sitting beside him copying prescriptions and occasionally checking the patient's pulse.
Lin Sanqi also comes from a family of traditional Chinese medicine. Although he studied modern Western medicine in college, he still understands the rules of medicine.
According to Huadu's traditional customs, the eldest son is usually trained as the successor.
Therefore, Lin Kucan brought his eldest son with him to teach him personally, obviously wanting to teach his eldest son 100% of his skills.
You have to know that for traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, those who get the chance to copy prescriptions are definitely treated like direct disciples.
However, the second son did not receive such treatment and was assigned to work in the acupuncture department. He had obviously lost the qualifications to inherit the entire 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 really forced to learn Chinese medicine, he would be in trouble.
Studying Chinese medicine is too hard, and it doesn’t make money, which is why Lin Sanqi University chose Western medicine clinical practice.
After looking at it for a long time, Jin Caifeng was already urging:
"Qizai, you can take a look around the hospital first and get familiar with the environment. Mom still has some work to do. When I'm done, I'll take you to see the dean."
Lin's mother is a staff member at the library of the Chinese Medicine Hospital. Although there is not much work to do, she has to go there.
Lin Sanqi didn't understand:
"Mom, why are you taking me to see the dean? I'm not an employee of your unit. Do you want the dean to give me a red envelope?"
Jin Caifeng nodded her son's head and said angrily:
"You're such a lunatic! Now that you're back, you have to find a job. You're already 23 years old. How are you going to find a wife in the future without a job?"
It seems that no matter what era, a son's job and daughter-in-law are always the most important things in a mother's mind.
"Okay, Mom, you go ahead and do your work. I'll just take a look."
Although he said he was just looking around, Lin Sanqi really wandered around as if he was visiting a movie studio.
In fact, there was really nothing interesting to see in the Chinese Medicine Hospital in 1959.
There is no laboratory or imaging department here. Doctors rely entirely on their own "observation, listening, questioning and palpation" to diagnose patients. A pulse diagnosis pillow is enough to treat most patients, and there is no need for too many auxiliary examinations and tools.
Therefore, under the premise of a shortage of doctors and medicines, and inability to obtain imported equipment and Western medicines, 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.
Lin Sanqi walked slowly and arrived at the door of the Chinese medicine store.
Through the glass window, you can see that the Chinese medicine pharmacy is extremely busy, with people picking up medicine, weighing medicine, and dispensing medicine.
Lin Sanqi saw his sister-in-law Fu Muxiang weighing medicine inside. After weighing, she gathered the Chinese medicinal materials, packed them, and tied them tightly with a rope. She did it in one go, smoothly and beautifully.
Lin Sanqi looked at it for a while and was a little confused.
If I really want to work in a traditional Chinese medicine hospital, what position can I take?
He doesn't know how to practice Chinese medicine, acupuncture, massage, or dispense medicine. He can't even do a simple task like weighing and dispensing medicine.
Is the only way to do this? Go to the security department and guard the gate?
Others who traveled through time became kings and overlords, either becoming the richest man or the president, but I traveled through time and became a doorman or security guard. Wouldn’t I be laughed at?
Thinking of this, Lin Sanqi felt a little sad. He felt that his life was really miserable and he was not doing well in any world.
Just when he was feeling sad, he suddenly felt a piece of paper in his pocket. He thought of his father's instructions, so he immediately leaned on the glass and greeted his sister-in-law:
"Sister-in-law, sister-in-law~~~"
Fu Muxiang had just finished packing a bag of medicinal herbs when he looked up and saw his brother-in-law waving at him, so he walked over:
"Qizi, why are you here? Where are father and mother?"
"Sister-in-law, Dad and Big Brother are seeing a doctor, and Mom said she had to go take care of some work, so she left me to wander around on my own. That's why I ended up here. Oh, by the way, Sister-in-law, you work at a pharmacy, could you help me look at this prescription?"
Lin Sanqi handed over a piece of paper, and Fu Muxiang opened it and began to read.
Lin Musen comes from a traditional Chinese medicine background. His beautiful cursive script is just for beginners and is no different from Chinese medicine practitioners of this era.
(As an aside, a Chinese medicine practitioner's handwriting must be excellent, completely different from the incantations of Western medicine practitioners.)
Fu Muxiang read it and felt a little strange: "Qizi, what do you want this recipe for?"
Lin Sanqi pretended to explain:
"This is a question a friend of mine asked me to ask. This prescription has 7 patches for a full course of treatment. How much does it cost?"
Fu Muxiang was a person who would not meddle in other people's business. When he heard what his brother-in-law said, he took the calculator and started playing with it.
Lin Sanqi thought to himself that judging from the way his sister-in-law was familiar with weighing medicine and using an abacus, she must be a capable and quiet woman.
"Qizi, let's do the math. These seven prescriptions will cost a total of 151.53 yuan."
There are both zeros and integers, and they are not rounded off.
Lin Sanqi was shocked when he heard this and blurted out, "Damn, it's so expensive?"
Before, he and his father discussed that the 1959 medicinal materials were cheaper, and they wanted to see if they could use or trade the 1959 medicinal materials in 2013 and make a profit from the difference.
As a result, these seven patches of medicine cost more than 150 yuan, which is almost Lin Kushen’s monthly salary and an ordinary worker’s income for half a year.
As expected, precious medicinal materials are precious. They are extremely expensive in any era and out of reach for people.
Fu Muxiang pointed to the herbs on the prescription and explained:
"The other herbs are fine, but your ginseng needs to be over 20 years old, and musk and safflower are not cheap. You know all the herbs here belong to the government, so even if my sister-in-law wants to give you a discount, she can't."
Lin Sanqi quickly waved his hands:
"No, no, I'm just asking for a friend. Haha, you go ahead and do your thing, sister-in-law. I'm going to go look for my mother."
"Okay, Qizi, don't wander around. Be careful not to get lost again."
Walking out of the pharmacy and coming to a small garden in the hospital, Lin Sanqi felt a little worried. He was penniless now and it seemed that he would not be able to fulfill his father's request.
Although I got 1,000 yuan when the family property was divided, the money was kept by my stepmother. In the eyes of parents, a child is not considered an adult until he or she gets married.
Just when Lin Sanqi was thinking about how to make money, a gust of wind suddenly blew and blew the prescription in his hand away.
Just as Lin Sanqi was about to chase after it, 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 dustpan when he looked down and saw a prescription. He bent down and picked it up...
(End of this chapter)
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