Chapter 102: Good Words Can't Persuade the Damned
Zhou Ruili did call to verify.
He was not one of the richest people in the country and could not reach the top directly, so the person he inquired about was a regional manager of the Huadu branch of Beijing Tong Ren Tang Pharmaceutical Company.
Beep beep beep~~~The phone is connected:
"Mr. He, yes, I'm Zhou Ruili from the Mercure Group. I'd like to ask you something. Does Tong Ren Tang still produce the same authentic Angong Niuhuang Pills as it did decades ago? The kind that uses traditional techniques and ingredients from ancient prescriptions?"
On the other end of the phone:
"Mr. Zhou, we've denied this publicly, but since you're asking, haha. We do produce a very small amount of the Angong Pills you mentioned, using the ancient formula of rhinoceros horn, natural musk, and bezoar.
However, this type of Angong Pill cannot be sold outside. The person who can obtain this medicinal material, haha, Mr. Zhou, should understand. So, if you want this authentic Angong Niuhuang Pill, I can't help you. "
Zhou Ruili did not give up and asked again:
"Mr. He, is there a possibility that we have someone capable here in Huadu who can use their connections to get a batch of those special edition Angong Pills you mentioned?"
Mr. He chuckled:
"Mr. Zhou, this possibility definitely exists. After all, medicine is for humans. But if you say it's one or two pills, it's possible. If you say there's a batch of more than ten or twenty pills, that's unlikely.
Our internal version of Niuhuang Wan produces no more than 100 pills a year, and most of them are shipped abroad. This is mainly because the raw materials for Angong Wan are too difficult to obtain. The current inventory is used up as needed, so mass production is impossible.
Zhou Ruili thought that was indeed the case, but he still replied politely:
"Oh, I see. Thank you, Mr. He. Let's get together when we have time."
"Of course, of course. Goodbye, Mr. Zhou."
After hanging up the phone, Zhou Ruili felt very disappointed, and at the same time, a nameless fire rose in his heart.
I thought to myself, how pitiful are all the parents in the world. I've been running around to save my son's life, and you bastards are trying to take advantage of the situation and cheat me?
Inside the Chinese medicine clinic, Song Jiming was introducing the patient's specific condition to Lin Musen. Both of them were doctors and had a lot in common.
Lin Musen nodded after listening to the description of the condition:
"In fact, Chinese and Western medicine have different approaches to treatment, but the goal is the same. When it comes to brain resuscitation, you focus on perfusion, while we focus on opening the mind. To put it bluntly, they're the same. The sooner brain resuscitation is initiated, the better. If irreversible brain damage occurs, even if the patient is saved, they'll either be paralyzed or suffer from dementia, and the prognosis will be poor."
Song Jiming slapped his thigh:
"Who says it's not? That's why parents and doctors are so anxious now. They heard you have authentic Angong Niuhuang Pills, so they came to your door and begged you for it."
Lin Musen was also unequivocal: "Saving people is the most important thing. Tell me how many Angong Pills you need and I will help you find a solution."
“No need!”
Zhou Ruili walked into the small clinic with a stern face, suppressing his anger and said:
"I just received a call saying that the medical team from Hong Kong Sanatorium and Hospital will be in Huadu tomorrow morning to see my son. Why don't we talk about the Chinese medicine treatment later?"
Lin Musen understood as soon as he heard it. Boss Zhou must have heard some unfavorable news, which was why he canceled the purchase of medicine.
He was not too disappointed. After all, the Lin family was not short of money now. With his son, a time traveler, the Lin family would not be short of money in the future. It was up to others to buy the Angong Niuhuang Pills or not.
If you don’t buy it, it will only be someone else’s loss.
Therefore, Lin Musen was in a very good mood. He smiled and nodded, saying, "Buy and sell freely, let nature take its course."
Song Jiming could become the director of a top-tier hospital, so how could his IQ be so low? He immediately understood the reason for Boss Zhou's change of attitude.
As a doctor, although he really wanted to see the magic of Angong Wan, but in such a situation, if he tried to persuade her too much, it would make his motives seem impure, so he could only sigh.
Looking at the row of green brocade boxes in front of him, Song Jiming knew that if he missed this opportunity, he might lose this shop, so he asked decisively:
"Doctor Lin, since I'm here, can I buy two of these Angong Pills at my own expense? Just in case."
Lin Musen had a good impression of the head of neurosurgery. The head was very polite and respectful to a junior doctor like him, so he smiled and nodded:
"What's wrong with that? You're saving people too."
Song Jiming also had a temper, and secretly mocked Zhou Ruili:
"I won't save others. I'll take this medicine home and hide it like a treasure. I'll use it for emergency treatment for my family in the future."
2 Angong Niuhuang Pills, 300,000 yuan. After transferring the money, Song Jiming carefully put the pills into his briefcase and prepared to leave happily.
Zhou Ruili stood aside, snorting in his heart: Keep pretending, keep pretending, doctors nowadays are so black-hearted, they dare to cheat anyone of any kind of money, and even have to play a double act in the end?
I am angry. Plus, rich people are not necessarily well-educated. Nouveau riche people often say whatever they think.
"Doctor Lin, before you go, I have a piece of advice for you. The most important thing for a doctor is to treat and save people, not to take advantage of others' misfortunes. God is watching, and he will punish you if you do something wrong."
Lin Musen's originally smiling face suddenly turned gloomy, and he became angry:
"Boss Zhou, our business is not about friendship, but about loyalty. You don't believe that my medicine is real, and I didn't force you to buy it. So your words are meaningless. Whose misfortune did I take advantage of? Explain it to me clearly!"
"Explain it clearly? Can you explain this kind of thing clearly? Just understand it in your heart. Lao Song, let's go!"
Song Jiming was so embarrassed, but he was in the system and couldn't be as tough as Lin Musen. He could only keep bowing and apologizing:
"Sorry, sorry, Doctor Lin, Boss Zhou, let's go, let's go quickly. Some of this is unnecessary, really unnecessary."
"snort!"
Zhou Ruili was filled with rage and didn't bother to say anything more to a barefoot doctor like Lin Musen. He got into the car and impatiently scolded the driver:
"Hurry up and leave! This is such bad luck! Old Song, who the hell did you find for me? What do you think of my son's life?"
"Mr. Zhou, you misunderstood. This matter..."
Lin Musen watched the Cullinan's headlights go away, and angrily kicked over a nearby cement bucket, cursing:
"Good words cannot persuade a damned person, and mercy without salvation will only lead to the destruction of others!"
Wang Wenjuan had actually heard the quarrel, and after seeing the guests leave, she hurried out of the room:
"Husband, come and have a cup of herbal tea. There's no need to argue with such an uncultured person. After all, the son is his own. If he doesn't buy our medicine, it's his family that suffers. It's the poor child in the hospital bed who doesn't have this blessing."
Lin Musen took a deep breath and calmed down a little.
"Yes, never mind them, believe it or not. Look at this message, I got another sum of money today. When we pick out electrical appliances, pick the more expensive ones. Don't be afraid to spend money~~~"
"Wow, 300,000, husband, you are so sharp~~~"
"Hahaha, just so-so~~~"
(End of this chapter)
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