The next day, Lin Sanqi returned to work at the Infectious Disease Hospital while humming a little tune.
In the dean's office, first the head of the Finance Department, Zheng Meimei, came with a pile of invoices and receipts to report the expenses, and then Bi Xinglong, the head of the Medical Department and the acting head of the hospital, was reporting the recent situation of the hospital to Lin Sanqi.
"How are those American doctors doing?"
"Speaking of which, it's hilarious. These American experts have become even more workaholics than we are. Outpatient and inpatient departments are fine, but the main problem is that they're stuck in the lab day and night, refusing to come out. They keep saying how our Chinese equipment is decades more advanced than the US and how easy it is to use."
Lin Sanqi nodded, thinking that he was indeed a world-class medical expert and a connoisseur.
"Oh, right, I have three names here. These two are currently in Zhoukou, and this one is in Nanyang. Please send a letter and transfer these three to our infectious disease hospital quickly."
Lin Sanqi is much better than those corrupt officials who only take money but do not do anything. The matter entrusted to him yesterday is ready to be handled today.
Bi Xinglong took the address and the name and looked at them, not surprised at all.
Every hospital will definitely have some people with connections squeezed in; this is inevitable.
If we talk about the biggest family with connections, it must be the former Chinese Medicine Hospital. There are now more than 100 old employees in Changping, and each of them has been assigned a position.
"Then Dean Lin, how will we arrange the work positions for these three people after they arrive at the hospital?"
"Tang Li was originally an accountant, so she should go to the Finance Department. Her husband used to work in the electromechanical factory and knows about circuits, so he should go to the General Affairs Department to repair the electrical circuits throughout the hospital. And Gao Qin, let's go to the cleaning room in the General Affairs Department."
"Okay, I'll do it right away."
Just as Bi Xinglong was about to leave, he suddenly remembered something:
"Oh, by the way, the Foreign Affairs Department notified us a week ago that we would be receiving a group of Japanese guests. There might also be an important patient who would require our cooperation in consultation and, if necessary, hospitalization."
"Japanese?"
Lin Sanqi remembers that according to history, we did not establish diplomatic relations with Japan until 1972.
Unlike the United States, the Americans are far away on the other side of the ocean. Back then, Stuart had a good relationship with us, so it couldn't be considered a mortal enemy.
But Japan has brought terrible humiliation to our country. It's no exaggeration to say that we are an sworn enemy. Now, are Japanese people actually paying a friendly visit? Aren't they afraid of being pelted with bricks while walking on the street?
Don't forget that Guangdong still has the custom of posting white Spring Festival couplets in every household to commemorate the 19th Route Army soldiers who sacrificed their lives in the anti-Japanese war.
Bi Xinglong flipped through the notebook in his hand:
"President Lin, the Japanese delegation visiting China this time is the 'China-Japan Friendship Delegation,' led by Saburo Nango, president of the Nichimen Industrial Company. They'll arrive around July 16th."
Lin Sanqi nodded, thinking that with Japan's American father in the hospital, how could this Japanese son expect a grand reception? Just keep a normal attitude.
At this moment, in faraway Japan, in the pulmonary department office at Kameda Medical Center.
At this time, the president of Nichimen Company, Nango Saburo, was looking at the group of doctors in front of him with an angry face:
"Professor Xiaonan, what disease does my wife have? It's been over half a year, and you still haven't given me any definite news. What's the point of me supporting your Kameda Medical Center? Is this how you repay me?"
Professor Kokusu Kokusu and the hospital's senior officials could only bow repeatedly, saying:
"I'm sorry, President. We've narrowed down the patient's possible illness to two: lung cancer and tuberculosis. However, these two conditions are currently..."
Nippon Cotton Company is one of the largest conglomerates in Japan. Its main business is not only cotton textile, but also involves the import and export of machinery and equipment, electronic instruments, chemical fibers, hardware and building materials, ships, grain, oil and food.
Even the Kameda Medical Center is an asset of the Nippon Cotton Company, which means that Saburo Nango is Professor Konan's real boss.
Faced with such a boss's boss, even though Kokusu Yukiki is the top doctor in Japan, he still has to give him some space and obey his orders.
Nanxiang Saburo became even angrier when he heard this explanation:
"Baga, you can't even diagnose the condition? Is it because your skills are too poor or your equipment is too poor? This is simply outrageous. Whether it's lung cancer or tuberculosis, can't you just treat them as these two diseases? It's better than dragging it out, right?"
Professor Xiaonan felt even more embarrassed, thinking that he was really like a scholar meeting a soldier.
"Mr. President, we could have used both treatment modes, but we currently face three major difficulties.
One difficulty is that my wife's disease has not been diagnosed, making it difficult to treat the symptoms. The second difficulty is that there is no particularly effective treatment for either lung cancer or tuberculosis, which means there is no cure.
The third difficulty is that my wife's kidney function is very poor. If we continue to use the world's most advanced anti-cancer and anti-tuberculosis drugs, I'm afraid her kidneys will collapse, which will only worsen her condition."
In fact, the patient's family members do not like to hear this kind of true description of the condition. They all have an escapist mentality. What they would like to hear most is good words that they can be cured and survive.
Especially those who are rich and powerful, their thinking is simpler. You, as a doctor, are just slaves. As a slave, you only need to cure my illness. Don’t talk to me about any difficulties or reasons.
As the vice president of Kameda Medical Center and director of the Department of Pulmonary Diseases, Professor Xiaonan now feels like he's screwed.
To be honest, he really didn't want to receive such high-class patients.
If he cures the patient, it means he is doing his job as a doctor; if he fails to cure the patient, it means he is a mediocre and incompetent doctor, and even cannot guarantee the patient's personal safety.
At this moment, Professor Xiaonan had only one thought in his mind: get this family away quickly, and let them die wherever they want.
Nanxiang Saburo was sitting there angrily at this time, and asked:
"So what are you going to do next about my wife's illness?"
Professor Xiaonan seized the opportunity and quickly offered his opinion:
"Our Kameda Medical Center is the best hospital in Japan. If we are unable to help, then the best thing to do now is to go to a hospital in the United States to see if they have invented the latest medicines and surgical procedures. Perhaps the lady can still be saved."
"Go to the United States..."
Nancun Sanxiang knew this was the only solution at the moment: "Then arrange a medical plane for me as soon as possible and send my wife to the United States. I..."
At this time, the secretary next to him reminded:
"President, we're leaving for China in a few days, on the 13th. There's a schedule conflict. How about having your wife go to the US for treatment first, and you rush over after your visit to China?"
Professor Xiaonan's ears perked up at this time, and suddenly he had an idea when he heard Huaguo:
"Wait, what you just said, Mr. Nanxiang is going to China?"
Nanxiang Saburo was a little surprised and nodded blankly: "Yeah, what's wrong?"
"Great, oh no, Mr. Nanxiang, please don't hit me, just listen to my explanation..."
Nanxiang Saburo put down the ashtray in his hand and asked fiercely, "What's so good? If you don't give me a reasonable explanation, I won't let you go!"
"Hey, it's like this. China announced two months ago that they had conquered the treatment of tuberculosis. If this news is true, it is great news for Madam, because even if you go to the United States, there is no effective medicine there."
"Oh, is there such a thing?"
As the president of the Sino-Japanese Friendship Association, Saburo Nango could easily find out about China's affairs.
The secretary hurried out to make a phone call, and returned half an hour later, nodding affirmatively.
"President, I just contacted China's foreign affairs department directly. They confirmed that China has invented an anti-tuberculosis treatment and has even established a special infectious disease hospital to provide treatment. But I still have some doubts about this. Can China do it?"
Nanxiang Saburo pondered for a moment and rejected the secretary's idea:
"No, China certainly wouldn't joke about something like this, not to mention they even published it on national media to the world. If it were fake, there would be no need for such a lie that would be easily exposed.
The key is that they are now very eager to gain foreign recognition and attach great importance to international influence. So they must have invented a tuberculosis drug, but the drug production is probably somewhat difficult, otherwise it would have been widely promoted."
Professor Xiaonan also interrupted at this time:
"President Nanxiang's analysis makes perfect sense. As far as I know, the best pulmonary medicine team in the United States, Professor Anthony and Professor Theodore from Harvard Medical School, are currently in China. They are specifically targeting tuberculosis."
When he heard that the American father had experts going to China, Nanxiang Saburo instantly became interested:
"How is it? Have the US team's assessment results come out? Is it true or false?"
As the most famous pulmonologist in Japan, Professor Xiaonan naturally knew some inside information.
"Well, there's been no news since the US team arrived. According to what I've heard, the US medical team plans to personally test the effectiveness of China's anti-tuberculosis drugs, so they plan to stay in China for a few months and track the entire process."
Nanxiang Saburo touched his chin at this time:
"Xiao Nan, what do you think of Professor Anthony and Professor Theodore from Harvard Medical School? If I send my wife to China as well, and let the Harvard Medical School team and the Chinese team work together to treat my wife, do you think that would be a good idea?"
Professor Xiaonan's eyes lit up and he nodded repeatedly:
"Yes, if we use the professors from Harvard Medical School and combine them with China's anti-tuberculosis drugs, it would be a powerful combination. Madam might be able to get better treatment. After all, they don't have any effective drugs in the United States."
In fact, what Professor Xiaonan wanted was to get rid of this patient as soon as possible. Neither the United States nor China could be offended by this tycoon, so he would be safe.
"However, President Nanxiang, there is another problem here. China may have anti-tuberculosis drugs, but their equipment is definitely outdated. We need to prepare in advance for this."
Nanxiang Saburo nodded and looked at the attending physician with some appreciation:
"Xiao Nan, your idea is right, but this problem is easy to solve. You need to pack up all the most advanced equipment in your hospital. I require it to be enough to form a complete intensive care unit. It must be the most advanced."
Professor Xiaonan also gently reminded:
"President, some advanced equipment is embargoed to China, and it's impossible to get it in through formal channels."
"Don't worry about that. Our Japan Cotton Company has its own trading ships that regularly dock at the Port of Jinmen in China. I can secretly send it over in advance, but this matter must be kept secret. Do you understand?"
"Hey, I understand. I will definitely finish it!"
The boss has spoken, who dares to disobey?
That night, Kameda Medical Center sent out several large container trucks filled with medical equipment and some top-notch drugs, and quietly headed for the port.
A week later, a special plane also set off for a visit to China.
In fact, from 1949 to 1972 when the two countries established diplomatic ties, although there was no official contact between China and Japan in name, people-to-people exchanges continued.
The China-Japan Friendship Association has always acted as a bridge.
Of course, some of these private individuals are friendly to China, and they mostly look at China's various resources, or from a financial perspective.
However, China at this time had too few goods to export, and they were almost all raw materials. Moreover, anything of some value had to be sent to the big brother in the north to pay off debts.
In other words, the time traveler Lin Sanqi made a contribution. Advanced X-ray machines and coal became new export products, in exchange for valuable foreign exchange.
In the next few days, Lin Sanqi got the formula from Old Man Tang and started making old Moutai liquor, and was very busy.
These Moutai bottles, like those antiques, are of great use to Lin Sanqi.
This purpose is not to cash out or auction. In any urban novel, after the protagonist acquires antiques and curios, including monkey stamps, none of them are sold.
Lin Sanqi and Tang An had the same idea: if they didn't want to cash in on the antiques, would they build a museum for free? And would they have to spend a fortune on security every year?
So whether it is Moutai or antiques, Lin Sanqi is not planning to sell them for money, but to give them away as gifts.
Especially those old men and old leaders, who can resist the calligraphy and painting of Lai Mao and Dong Qichang? If there is, then add a Qianlong plum vase.
With these things, Lin Sanqi could accomplish anything he wanted.
A week later, the Japanese delegation finally visited the Capital Infectious Disease Hospital.
The big red flag stopped in front of the Dongyue Temple with a creaking sound, and a group of people got out of the car.
Saburo Nango, Chairman of the China-Japan Friendship Association, got out of the car with a smile, accompanied by Mr. Cheng, head of my country's foreign affairs department, Mr. Jing, general director of the health department, and Minister Li, and began to look around.
Lin Sanqi and a group of hospital officials were waiting early.
Leader Cheng got out of the car and introduced himself in a loud Sichuan accent:
"Mr. Nanxiang, this is Dr. Lin Sanqi, the director of the Infectious Diseases Hospital. He's also the inventor of anti-tuberculosis drugs. Don't be fooled by his young age; his medical skills are quite impressive."
Nango Saburo actually had some doubts in his heart. As the saying goes, the older a doctor gets, the more popular he is. Being young is considered an "original sin" in the medical field.
"Doctor Lin, I've heard a lot about you. I've heard of you in Japan. I hope I'm not disturbing you."
Lin Sanqi also smiled. He had to smile.
"Hello, Mr. Nanxiang. As a successful entrepreneur, I am surprised and honored that you can visit our Peking Infectious Disease Hospital. Here is a mask, please put it on first."
The secretary quickly stepped forward and personally put a mask on the president, and the others followed suit and put on this extremely stuffy mask.
After Dr. Yukiki Konan took the mask, he found that this mask was different from other masks on the market, so he became very interested in this mysterious Chinese hospital.
After Nanxiang Saburo put on his mask, he noticed that half of the street was occupied by people queuing, so he asked curiously:
"Lin Sang, are all these people here to queue up for medical treatment?"
"Mr. Nanxiang, to be exact, these people came to register in advance. Our hospital can only provide 850 appointments per day, and this is because American doctors have 100 more appointments. We are completely overwhelmed with patients, so we have no choice but to use appointments."
Nanxiang Saburo and Professor Xiaonan looked at each other and thought:
It's a good show. With so many patients every day, they can't be extras. This shows that this hospital can really cure tuberculosis, otherwise there wouldn't be so many people queuing up.
In Japanese hospitals, appointments are made by phone. Such long lines can only be seen when department stores are having sales.
Lin Sanqi didn't know the purpose of the Japanese visit, because according to normal logic, no foreigner would visit an infectious disease hospital, which was somewhat dangerous.
But these Japanese people came anyway, and Lin Sanqi couldn't think of any other reason except tuberculosis medicine.
"Make way, make way~~~"
At this moment, suddenly several citizens pulled a cart with a patient lying on it and pulled it into the hospital.
Leader Cheng frowned and criticized:
"Comrade Sanqi, why didn't you make arrangements in advance for this foreign guest's visit? Patients have to be brought in on carts. This shows how backward we are and it's embarrassing for us."
Lin Sanqi was a little unconvinced:
"Boss, these patients made appointments more than half a month in advance. They finally got an appointment and came to see the doctor on time. I can't stop them and say I won't see them. Let the foreign guests visit first? That's not right."
Leader Cheng was so angry that he looked at Leader Jing and said, "Old Jing, you don't care about Lin Sanqi?"
Leader Jing looked up at the sky and said indifferently:
"I think Comrade Sanqi is right. Our country's patients are much more important than foreign guests. Their treatment cannot be delayed."
Nanxiang Saburo suddenly said leisurely:
"Director Lin, why do your patients need to be pulled by hand? Why not use an ambulance?"
As soon as these words fell, the faces of the Chinese people all changed color, thinking that they were going to make a fool of themselves today and be looked down upon by the Japanese devils. Leader Cheng was about to speak when he was stopped by Lin Sanqi.
Lin Sanqi smiled in his heart and thought, if you want to show off, don't blame me for morally blackmailing you.
"Mr. Nanxiang, China's medical conditions cannot yet be compared with Japan's. We don't have much money, so the country has invested all of it in scientific research. Look, we don't even have an ambulance. Mr. Nanxiang, are you..."
Hearing this, Leader Cheng's face, which was originally gloomy, became even darker.
Even a fool could tell that Lin Sanqi was asking for an ambulance. Does he still have any respect for his national dignity?
Leader Cheng was thinking: "We really don't have an ambulance, but if you're going to pretend we do, that we don't need one, how can you expose your family's shame?" It's all about appearances.
Lin Sanqi was thinking: "When a guest comes to our door, who would come empty-handed? Besides, the dog capitalists don't need these cheap things, so why not take this opportunity to get some benefits? After all, the substance is more important than the appearance."
Sure enough, Nanxiang Sanlang was also a Lianming person. He came here to ask for help and understood the importance of building good relationships in advance.
"Mr. Lin, I understand the difficulties you're facing right now in China. So, as a token of my friendship, I've decided to donate 10 ambulances to your infectious disease hospital. I hope you'll accept them."
Lin Sanqi was delighted when he heard this, thinking to himself, old man, you are smart.
"Ah, so how can I let Mr. Nanxiang spend money? Haha, then on behalf of the Infectious Disease Hospital, I sincerely thank Mr. Nanxiang."
Leader Cheng and Leader Jing looked at each other, feeling helpless. This Lin Sanqi really didn't play by the rules and actually got him an ambulance.
Minister Li of the Ministry of Health was also ecstatic at this time. He got 10 ambulances in one go, and the Infectious Disease Hospital couldn't use them. Could they be distributed to other hospitals?
Lin Sanqi smiled even more at this time. Naturally, he had to be polite to his sponsor. What if he could get some gold coins?
"Mr. Nanxiang, please come in. I will personally show you around..." (End of this chapter)
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