Chapter 279 Medical Assembly Line Operation
Dean Tu carried a box of medicine on his shoulder and walked towards the pharmacy with gritted teeth.
Although he was physically tired, he was in a very good mood. He had been upset about the food problem before, and finally he got some relief at work.
As a Western medicine doctor, he must have firmly believed that only Western medicine could save China, was in line with the interests of the people, and was in line with national conditions.
As for traditional Chinese medicine, for an intellectual like him who had studied abroad, it could not be called witch medicine, but at best it could be regarded as backward, ignorant, and placebo-like metaphysics.
What yin and yang, the five elements, the five internal organs, it's exactly the same as fortune telling.
As the president of Union Medical College Hospital, he was the one who volunteered to come to Changping, the area where the epidemic was most severe, and confront the Chinese medicine hospital face to face.
On the one hand, it is to save lives, and on the other hand, it is also to embarrass the Chinese medicine hospital, and then let the people of the whole city, the whole country, and the superiors see it. There is no harm without comparison.
The facts turned out to be just as Director Tu had expected. Both hospitals carried out plague treatment work at the same time. The high efficiency, good cure rate and low mortality rate of Western medicine suddenly became prominent.
On the other hand, the Chinese medicine hospital is in a dire situation and its reputation among the people is declining.
If there weren't so many patients with fever that both hospitals wouldn't have enough time to treat them, Union Hospital would have already taken away all the patients.
Dean Tu was full of energy. Just as he put down a box of medicine, he saw Vice Dean Ye Yongan waving at him:
"Old Tu, come over here and take a look. The Chinese Medicine Hospital is changing its formation."
Dean Tu dusted himself off and walked to the window, looking out curiously.
Sure enough, I saw the staff of the Chinese medicine hospital placing rows of tables in the yard. Further away, many people were digging holes in the fields and building small stoves.
"Hey, what's new at the Chinese Medicine Hospital? Planning a picnic?"
Vice President Ye pointed to the other side:
"Look over there, the Chinese Medicine Hospital is organizing the patient queues. They've obviously made clinical adjustments. It doesn't look like a picnic."
"That's strange."
By the window, the doctors at Union Hospital were full of questions, not knowing what the Chinese medicine hospital was up to.
At the Chinese Medicine Hospital, Lin Sanqi held an aluminum loudspeaker and began shouting to the crowd:
"I have good news for everyone. Doctor Lin Kushen, a nationally renowned Chinese medicine practitioner from the Lingnan School, has come up with several of his own secret recipes. Now the secret medicine has been prepared. It can guarantee that most people will reduce their fever within a day and recover within three days."
Lin Sanqi came from later generations and was not averse to advertising, and what's more, it was illegal advertising because the Advertising Law stipulates that medicines cannot boast about how effective they are.
But it was 1960, so no one cared.
Some patients also do not believe:
"Young comrade, can you do this? Even Union Hospital can't guarantee that the fever will go away in one day. Do you Chinese medicine practitioners have that ability?"
"Exactly. I've been taking Chinese medicine for three days, and I'm still running a fever. That's why I came for a follow-up visit."
"When did Broad Street Chinese Medicine Hospital learn to brag?"
Faced with questions from many patients and their families, Lin Sanqi was not in a hurry, but instead called out more than 100 people from the room behind him.
These people all stood behind Lin Sanqi, both men and women, young and old. They were all patients who had taken Lin Sanqi's secret prescription yesterday. Their fevers had all subsided today, so they volunteered to testify for Dr. Lin.
(Of course, Dr. Lin didn’t treat them unfairly and refunded all their medical expenses from yesterday in exchange for their willingness…)
"Look everyone, over a hundred patients came to our Chinese medicine hospital yesterday with high fevers, body aches, and excruciating pain. And yet, within just one day, all their fevers were gone. Isn't that miraculous? Isn't that incredible? Isn't that amazing?"
(Those who don’t have a fever are not qualified to be here, and their money cannot be refunded…)
After Lin Sanqi said this, many of the patients who were watching started talking about it.
Changping, or the several counties and districts near Changping, is a very small circle. Everyone sees each other every day and knows each other to some extent.
So no one suspected that Lin Sanqi was talking. After all, this matter was easy to investigate. Besides, the onlookers did not think that Lin Sanqi could bribe so many patients.
Then there is only one answer, the Chinese medicine hospital has indeed discovered a secret recipe.
At this time, someone in the crowd asked an important question:
"Doctor, is the secret recipe very expensive? If it is, we still can't afford the treatment."
Lin Sanqi was unhappy after hearing this and asked:
"People are more important or money? Do you know what the most painful thing in life is?"
"What?"
"The person is dead, but the money is still there!"
"Well……"
"If you're reluctant to part with your money, and prefer it to your life, do you know what the consequences will be? After you die, another man will sleep with your wife, spend your money, and beat your children. Just think about it, what cuckold could endure such humiliation?"
The scene was completely silent, and many male patients were gasping for breath, obviously a little drunk.
Lin Sanqi continued to deceive:
"Besides, this is not a question of money. We are the people's hospital and the people's doctors. Of course, we are here to serve the people. Every penny we collect is for materials. Now we don't even charge registration fees, in order to reduce the burden on the people.
So, we can standardize the fee to 5 yuan per child under 14 and 8 yuan per adult. This one-time fee will cover all your subsequent medications until your fever subsides and you recover. Do you think this is reasonable?
"Wow, 5 yuan and 8 yuan, so expensive."
"Expensive? Why are you keeping this money? For other wild men?"
"That's right, I have to take care of myself. Besides, I guarantee I'll be cured. Why would I be reluctant to spend this little money?"
But some people expressed a different opinion: "Doctor, what if the money is spent but the disease is not cured? Will the money be refunded?"
Lin Sanqi clapped his hands:
"This comrade is right. Our Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital is certainly confident that we can cure everyone's illness. If we can't cure the disease, I guarantee that all treatment expenses will be fully refunded!"
As soon as Lin Sanqi said this, there was an uproar at the scene, and the onlookers, patients and their families, cheered.
"Wow, this is great. If it doesn't cure the disease, I'll give you my money back!"
"This way, there will be no risk in treating the disease!"
"That's right, just for the confidence of Chinese medicine hospital, I won't go to Union Hospital anymore!"
Since ancient times, paying for medical treatment has been a matter of course, but has anyone ever heard of a guarantee of refunding money if the disease cannot be cured?
This is a great guarantee of credibility. People who were originally skeptical about traditional Chinese medicine are now determined to line up at the Chinese medicine hospital.
Dean Shen was originally very happy, but when he heard Lin Sanqi say that he wanted to return the money, he almost fell down.
He quickly ran to Lin Sanqi and cursed anxiously:
"How can you guarantee a refund if the treatment isn't successful? Medical science can't guarantee a cure 100%. If we ask for a refund, we'll be left with nothing, not only our money, but also our face."
Lin Sanqi turned around and asked softly:
"Uncle Shen, what do you think is the standard for being incurable?"
Dean Shen said without thinking: "It can't be cured, that is, the fever can't be reduced."
Lin Sanqi smiled slightly:
"To put it bluntly, with the flu, most people can get their fever down on their own even without medication. Giving them medication is just to help them recover quickly, so we're guaranteed to make a profit. Of course, there are cases where we do have to refund the money, which means we really can't cure the disease."
Now it was Dean Shen's turn to ask, "What's going on?"
"The patient died. If they died, it means they can no longer be cured. We have to refund the money, but the question is, how many people will die?"
Dean Shen suddenly understood that this was Lin Sanqi's idea.
Recently, more than ten or twenty people die every day. Compared with the hundreds or thousands of patients a day, the mortality rate is not too high, so even if a refund is required, it will not be much.
And with so many secret medicines, the death toll will only be lower.
I have to say that Lin Sanqi really did travel through time from 2013. He is a southerner with a good business mind and can make a lot of money.
"Haha, kid, you've already thought about it. Okay, then hurry up and treat it. The patients are waiting."
Lin Sanqi nodded, picked up his loud speaker again, and shouted at the densely packed patients in the small square in front of the hospital:
"Now follow my instructions. Patients, pay at this entrance first, then go to the inner square and pay once. Once you are inside, you don't need to pay anything else."
Lin Sanqi had no choice but to set up this first "payment" hurdle. Although it would keep the poor out, he could only continue to operate the hospital after he received most of the money and had money to purchase medicinal materials.
As for the patients who were poor and seriously ill, Lin Sanqi planned to organize them and then secretly deliver medicine to them at night, keeping the whole process confidential to avoid affecting his robbing the rich and helping the poor.
The patients were divided into five teams and began to take out money, just like buying tickets, paying according to the amount of money paid by the number of patients. After the staff at the cashier collected the money, they tapped a confirmation stamp on the back of the patient's hand to prevent anyone from sneaking in.
In just half an hour, more than 500 patients, including men, women, young and old, gathered in the inner square.
Lin Sanqi picked up the loud speaker and gave orders again:
"We are now conducting pre-examination and triage. There are 20 doctors here. Everyone, follow my instructions. Children, please go to the 10 doctors on the left for preliminary examinations. Adults, please go to the 10 doctors on the right."
Pre-examination and triage is actually a step in the Western medicine diagnosis and treatment process, which is to screen patients with different conditions and then provide different treatments according to the severity of the conditions.
This is also the purpose of Lin Sanqi. It is not to let doctors treat diseases, but to let them screen out patients with the same type and then concentrate on treating them.
The advantage of doing this is that efficiency is increased exponentially, but the disadvantage is also obvious: quantity is guaranteed but quality is not.
At this time, the doctors watching the excitement at the Chinese Medicine Hospital and Union Hospital all had the same idea in their minds:
Nonsense.
Traditional Chinese medicine doctors feel this goes against the essence of tradition. They say there's no such thing as an assembly line approach to treating patients. It's clearly irresponsible to patients.
The doctors at Peking Union Medical College Hospital also felt that Lin Sanqi's actions were too frivolous. How could he drive patients around in groups like ducklings?
(End of this chapter)
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