The next day, the temporary cafeteria of the Chinese Medicine Hospital was cooking porridge and meat buns. The aroma still drifted to the Union Hospital, causing another wave of gnashing of teeth.
Dean Shen was still munching on a blackened steamed bun and a handful of moldy dried vegetables, smiling as he patrolled.
"Ah, why did you only eat two meat buns? Bring a few more."
"What do you mean we're wasting food? We're responding to the central government's call to set up collective canteens, work collectively, and eat collectively."
"Mm, this porridge smells so good today. Huh? I don't want to eat it. I just like to eat steamed bread to lose weight."
As Dean Shen walked, he boasted to the staff of the Chinese Medicine Hospital, just to piss off the people of the Union Hospital across the street.
As a result, today's "deliberate provocation" did not bring the expected scolding. I saw Dean Tu of Union Hospital coming over with a smile, chewing on a pancake that was neither black nor yellow, and made of unknown ingredients.
"Hey, Lao Shen, are you eating?"
"Ah, I'm eating. I've been eating too much greasy food these days. I'm asking the cafeteria to change the food and serve white rice porridge and meat buns instead."
Dean Tu swallowed his saliva as he smelled the aroma of the meat buns. Under normal circumstances, he would have walked away in anger, but today he was acting out of character and kept a smile on his face.
Dean Shen became more alert. They were old friends and knew each other too well, so he must be up to no good.
Sure enough, Dean Tu's smile gradually turned into a look of disdain and sarcasm:
"Yes, the food is really good. These days you have porridge, white flour buns, and even rice. Not bad. What a pity. What's the point of eating so much that you are fat and bloated?
Our doctors' skills aren't acquired through hard work; they rely on real knowledge and a sharp mind. Old Shen, how many patients have you seen in recent days? What's your cure rate? What's your mortality rate?
Oh my, I heard that the number of patients in the Chinese hospital is only one-third of ours, and the cure rate is pitifully low. I also heard that 12 patients died in the Chinese hospital yesterday. Tsk tsk tsk, Chinese medicine is just so-so.
Our total number of patients is three times yours, yet only four died yesterday. Look, what a disparity! This proves that not only is your Chinese medicine inefficient, but its efficacy is also poor. Compared to our Western medicine, you are not even worthy of carrying our shoes~~~"
After Dean Tu said this, all the smiling staff members at the Chinese Medicine Hospital put down their bowls and chopsticks, and their faces became embarrassed and serious.
Dean Shen was even more angry, and the air coming out of his nose was like that of a cow.
Dean Tu glanced at Dean Shen and curled his lips, feeling that he had finally let out a sigh of relief. Then he said to the staff of Xiehe Hospital:
"A few days ago, some staff members were cursing that our Union Hospital was incompetent and that even the stuttering was not as good as that of the Chinese Medicine Hospital. Now look at it again, what's the point of having good food? They are only greedy for enjoyment, but their business is a mess.
Look at our Union Hospital. We have such a hard-working and simple working style. Under such difficult circumstances, we serve the people on an empty stomach. We always keep the health of the people in mind and serve the people wholeheartedly.
The statistics we have before us now not only demonstrate the advancement of Western medicine, but also demonstrate that Union Hospital remains true to its original aspirations. We can maintain our advanced medical technology without resorting to expensive products. Isn't that right, everyone?
“Yes~~~~”
All the staff at Union Hospital stood up excitedly.
They have been fed up with the Chinese medicine hospital's show-off these days, and now they can finally vent their anger.
"You have to be able to eat and work!"
"That's right, I'm not good at anything, but eating is my top priority!"
"Let's just change the name of the Chinese Medicine Hospital to a Chinese Restaurant. You guys like the food anyway!"
“Hahaha~~~”
The wave after wave of sarcasm from Union Hospital was thrown onto the crowd of people at the Chinese Medicine Hospital, making all the staff at the hospital red-eyed, and even the family members of the hospital felt ashamed.
Medicine is a very realistic industry. It doesn’t care about the process, but only focuses on the results.
The result is that if you are cured, you are a cow;
If you can't cure it, it's just because your skills are poor. There is no excuse at all.
Lin Sanqi looked at the frustration of many employees of the Chinese Medicine Hospital, and then looked at Dean Shen's flushed face, and knew that his chance had finally come. After being stimulated by the Union Hospital, the Chinese Medicine Hospital would definitely use its secret weapon.
This weapon is the Lin family's secret recipe - ibuprofen, amoxicillin, Tamiflu, Sufuda...
As expected, Dean Shen's face is white with red, red with black, black, green, blue, purple, pink, so beautiful~~~
It's just short of turning into the Palace Jade Wine.
"Old Ji, notify the middle-level cadres to hold an emergency meeting immediately. Let's show our colleagues at Union Hospital what traditional medicine is capable of, so we don't get laughed at by these traitors!"
When Vice President Ji heard this, he put down his bowl and chopsticks and went to notify people angrily.
In the bet between the Chinese Medicine Hospital and the Union Hospital, the Health Bureau acted as the referee. Although there was no material loss in winning or losing, the loser would be embarrassed in front of the entire city and even the people of the whole country.
Especially since this involves the dispute between Chinese and Western medicine, there may be people fanning the flames behind the scenes, so Chinese medicine hospitals simply cannot afford to lose.
Regardless of whether Dean Shen admits it or not, there are more than ten Western medicine hospitals of all sizes in the capital, but only one Chinese medicine hospital. From this ratio, it can be seen that the country still recognizes Western medicine.
As a representative of the old forces, the pressure on the Capital Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine can be imagined.
Lin Sanqi was only a section chief and was not qualified to attend the hospital's mid-level meetings, as those were the business of cadres at the department level and above.
But this did not affect Lin Sanqi's good mood. He walked towards the dormitory with his hands behind his back while humming Cantonese opera.
"Selling lychees~~~ I am covered with a red quilt, a ball of light gauze and brocade, sweet and delicious, leaving a lingering fragrance on my teeth and cheeks, rare in the world~~~"
Pan Ye was helping the old men with their laundry, and was a little surprised to see her boyfriend come back happily.
"Hey, Dr. Kobayashi, what's the good news today?"
"Xiao Yezi is washing clothes, haha, work hard, and tomorrow your brother will treat you to KFC. As for me, of course I have something happy to happen, and I can make some money."
Pan Ye had become accustomed to her boyfriend's nagging and continued to wash clothes.
Two hours later, Lin Sanqi was treating a patient in the clinic when he suddenly received a notice from the hospital office asking him to go to the dean's office immediately.
Dean Shen and Vice Dean Ji were already waiting. When they saw Lin Sanqi coming in, Dean Shen couldn't wait to say:
"Xiao Qi, we just had a meeting and have reached a consensus. We've decided to adopt the method you proposed for replacing medicines. We'll provide the herbs, and you'll provide the secret medicine. How's that going? Do you have the confidence to defeat Xiehe?"
Lin Sanqi patted his chest and said proudly:
"Please rest assured, Dean Shen, Vice Dean Ji. I can sign a military order here to guarantee that Union Hospital will be defeated. They can even use garbage drugs like Analgin and Amantadine. I will let them see what it means to be crushed by black technology."
Dean Shen was also used to Lin Sanqi's weird mumbling and didn't think much of it:
"Okay, that's your confidence. So, I've already transferred the first batch of herbs from the main hospital, and I've placed orders with the supply and marketing department for the rest according to the list you gave me. Do you have any other requests? Tell me all at once."
Lin Sanqi thought that if he wanted to defeat Union Hospital, he definitely couldn't rely on his work efficiency alone. How many patients could he see in a day?
All hospital staff must be mobilized.
There are two issues involved here. One is to provide influenza training to all doctors involved in outpatient clinics to facilitate their treatment.
Another thing is that it would be too late for Pan Ye to unpack and install the flu medicine by himself, so he had to find a way.
As for how to find a solution, Lin Sanqi thought about how he organized a "decoction team" in Qin County. It turned out that it was not only efficient but also kept strictly confidential.
As for Chinese medicine, of course the more mysterious it is made, the more people will believe in it, and Lin Sanqi is following suit.
"Director Shen, immediately gather a team of 100 people from among the staff, or even family members with some medical knowledge. Then build 100 earthen stoves in the yard and prepare 100 clay pots."
Dean Shen blinked, obviously a little confused about what Lin Sanqi was doing.
"What do you need so many people for? To make soup together or to boil medicine together?"
Lin Sanqi said half-truthfully:
"Because it involves our Lin family's secret recipe, I need to prepare the core medicine myself, but my strength alone is not enough, so our hospital has organized a team to prepare the medicine, and then I will pour the secret medicine into it. This way, the efficiency will be faster."
Dean Shen frowned:
"No, no, Chinese medicine emphasizes tailoring the prescription to each patient. You haven't even seen the patient, but you're giving everyone the same prescription and dosage. Isn't that incredibly irresponsible?"
Vice President Ji also has some concerns:
"Yes, everyone is very different. Gender, age, and weight alone are all different. Furthermore, the severity of illnesses varies. If everyone gets the same dosage, not only will it be effective, but the safety of the medication itself cannot be guaranteed."
Lin Sanqi thought that these two old men were really stubborn. It was already a certain time, and they still cared about rules and regulations.
In fact, it was because the older generation of Chinese medicine doctors adhered to the bottom line that Chinese medicine was able to continue in the most difficult times. This is not pedantic and stubborn, but the basic professional ethics of Chinese medicine.
"President Shen, Vice President Ji, think about it, we are in the midst of an epidemic now, with tens of thousands of patients. Where do we have time to see each one of them? Besides, our superiors have issued a death order. The plague must not enter the city. Time waits for no one."
Seeing that the two old men were still hesitant, Lin Sanqi decided to add fuel to the fire:
"Besides, you haven't seen any doctors at Union Hospital. They didn't do any tests at all. They didn't even know what the patient looked like before they just wrote out the prescription. This shows how important efficiency is. We're already far behind Union Hospital, so we need to catch up."
Dean Shen was about to slam the table and give an order, but hesitated again:
"Xiao Qi, tell Uncle Shen the truth. Is there any problem with what you're doing? Will it cause any adverse effects on the health of the people?"
Lin Sanqi rolled his eyes: "I guarantee this to the organization with the Lin family's integrity and hundreds of years of reputation!"
Dean Shen then slammed the table and said, "Okay, I'll do as you say. I'll immediately organize a team of 100 people to boil the medicine." (End of this chapter)
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