Chapter 24 Buy Medicine and Send It Back to 2023
This was Lin Sanqi’s first time “monetizing traffic”, exchanging a bag of rice for 300 yuan in cash. With the care of the dean, this business was extremely profitable.
Lin Sanqi was so happy that he ran to Kuanjie Chinese Medicine Hospital again.
Fu Muxiang had finished lunch and was chatting with his colleagues in the Chinese medicine pharmacy when he saw his brother-in-law coming over again.
"Sister-in-law, I need to fetch some Chinese medicine."
"Qizai, aren't you feeling hot running around in the middle of the day?"
Fu Muxiang expressed concern and took the prescription. This time, it was two pieces of paper with different handwriting.
Lin Sanqi said with a smile:
"Sister-in-law, I'm also asked by someone. I need seven doses of each of these two prescriptions. How much is it?"
Fu Muxiang was actually full of questions. How could this brother-in-law, who had just returned home, know so many people? And how could someone immediately ask him to do something?
But Fu Muxiang had the good qualities of a traditional woman. She didn't ask questions that she shouldn't ask, and she didn't say anything too much. So she gave some advice:
"Qizi, take these two prescriptions and go to outpatient room 5 to ask your eldest brother to copy them. Prescriptions from other hospitals must be written by a doctor in this hospital before they can be prescribed."
After all, a hospital is not a pharmacy and must have its own rules and regulations.
Lin Sanqi took the prescription and found his cheap brother who was taking a nap in the clinic.
Lin Gancao took the prescription and took a look at it, and immediately recognized the origin of the prescription:
"This one is a modified Bazhen Decoction with two precious Chinese herbs added. It's definitely effective, but it's too expensive. This second one should be the Ginseng Yangrong Decoction, which removes two herbs and adds five. Its effectiveness is slightly worse, but not by much. And the price is more than half the price."
Lin Sanqi thought to himself, it seems that this sweeping monk is really quite capable and is not just an ordinary person.
"Then big brother, please help me copy two prescriptions. I'm bringing these prescriptions to my friends."
Lin Gancao didn't ask any more questions. He picked up a soft-bristle brush and quickly copied down the two prescriptions and signed his name on them.
Lin Sanqi ran to the price-quoting window again. The staff inside calculated the price by clacking their fingers. The first prescription cost 160 yuan, while the second prescription only cost 57 yuan. The price difference was not half, but two-thirds.
Half an hour later, Lin Sanqi ran away again with two boxes of Chinese medicine.
In the afternoon, the Lin family members went to work or school, and no one was at home.
After Lin Sanqi got home, he thought about it and traveled back to 2013 through the system space.
In 2013, the Lin family had not yet had dinner. Lin Musen had been waiting in his son's room. When he heard the bathroom door open, he immediately went to greet him.
"Son, are you back? This, is this the Chinese medicine over there?"
The packaging of Chinese herbal medicines has remained unchanged for thousands of years. They are all made of yellow kraft paper and tied with hemp rope. The packages of Chinese herbal medicines are stacked and tied into a bag like candied haws, which makes them very recognizable.
"Yes, Dad, I bought this at the Capital Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine in 1959. The herbs are absolutely authentic. Now Mom won't have to worry about taking medicine anymore."
Lin Musen was also a little excited. His wife's illness and the annual medical expenses had always been a source of worry for him. How could he not be happy that the problem had been solved?
"Okay, okay, these 59-year-old herbs are definitely several times more effective than the current ones. Hey, did you buy two?"
Lin Sanqi explained:
"This is the prescription you gave me. The doctor there said it's a modified version of Bazhen Decoction. These seven doses cost a total of 160 yuan. This was modified for me by an old sweeper I met occasionally, removing the musk and safflower.
Later, another doctor suggested a prescription called Ginseng Yangrong Decoction, which was similar in efficacy to Bazhen Decoction, but the price was two-thirds cheaper, just over 50 yuan. I figured since we were going to try it, we might as well try both prescriptions, so I bought both.
Lin Musen was a little stunned:
"No way, the old man sweeping the floor at the Chinese Medicine Hospital over there has this ability?"
Lin Sanqi shook his head:
Lin Musen gave a few instructions and suddenly asked:
"Oh, right, these two patches cost over 200 yuan. I looked it up online, and the average worker in 1959 only earned 30 or 40 yuan a month. How did you get so much money when you just crossed over? Did your parents there give it to you?"
Lin Sanqi smiled bitterly after hearing this:
"The parents there were very generous. As soon as I crossed over, they divided the property among their three sons. I also got five large gold bars and 1,000 yuan in cash. Unfortunately, the mother there said that I had not yet started a family, so she kept all the money and gold for me. So I didn't have a penny on me.
I brought a bag of rice with me earlier, hoping to improve the family's food supply. Later, I sold it to the director of the Chinese Medicine Hospital, who insisted on giving me 300 yuan. That's how I got the money for the medicine."
Lin Musen was puzzled after hearing this:
"No, no, no. I looked online and rice that costs 59 yuan is only 10 or 20 yuan per pound. How can you sell it for 3 yuan per pound? That's an exorbitant price. A worker's monthly salary can only buy about ten pounds of rice. You must have miscalculated the prices, right?"
Lin Sanqi retorted speechlessly:
"Oh, Dad,
Do you know what they are eating over there now? Let me show you."
After saying that, Lin Sanqi took out two brown steamed buns:
"Here, Dad, try this. This was the staple food in 1959. It's said to be made from cornmeal ground from corn cobs and kernels. The color alone doesn't make it appetizing. It makes your throat ache and tastes terrible."
Lin Musen took the steamed bun and looked at it left and right for a while, then picked up one, took a bite and started chewing. After a long while, he said slowly:
"It's really unpalatable. They even grind corn cobs into powder and mix it in. What kind of nutrition can it have?"
Lin Sanqi also sighed:
"Dad, the Lin family over there is already well off just to be able to eat these steamed buns. I went to give a gift to the director at noon. The director of the Capital Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, a very high-ranking cadre, also eats steamed buns at home, and the side dishes are just some pickles. There's not even any meat to be seen. It's so miserable."
(End of this chapter)
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