Chapter 176 You Just Rely on Men
"Damn it, this doctor, who doesn't know if he has a license or not, sells Chinese medicine and Western medicine to cheat people out of money, and now he's teaming up with his brother to beat someone up and threaten his life. Everyone, call the police..."
The old lady yelled, and the people gathered at the door of the store began to accuse Song Shijing who was wearing a white coat inside.
Meng Shuyue pushed through the crowd and squeezed in. He helped the old lady sitting on the ground up with a friendly face, took the Chinese medicine in the bag in her hand, put it to his nose and smelled it carefully.
"Auntie, why do you think Dr. Song cheated you out of money?"
The old lady looked up and down at the kind-hearted girl in front of her, thinking that someone had finally come to speak up for her and uphold justice. She brushed the dirt off her body and began to complain incessantly.
"Look, girl, I just have a simple cough. Other hospitals prescribe a box of oxytetracycline, which is cheap and easy to use. I only need to take it for a week to get better. But this doctor surnamed Song prescribed this Chinese medicine, which is not only expensive, but I haven't been cured after taking it for half a month. I keep coughing..."
The old lady pointed at the medicine, coughed as she spoke, and her face turned red.
Meng Shuyue glanced at Song Shijing who was looking down and not daring to look at her, then turned to look at the old lady and opened the paper that wrapped the Chinese medicine. "Scutellaria baicalensis, Gardenia jasminoides, Anemarrhena asphodeloides, Morus alba bark..."
She said the names of these Chinese medicines one by one, and finally picked out Scutellaria baicalensis to show the old lady.
"Auntie, don't underestimate this thing, its anti-inflammatory effect is no worse than oxytetracycline, but we haven't been able to fully utilize its effects yet."
"You now think that Chinese medicine is expensive and the treatment effect is slow, but in fact, you have been coughing for so long, and you should also be able to feel that when you take Western medicine for cough and phlegm or anti-inflammatory drugs, once you feel better and stop taking the medicine for a day or two, it will relapse immediately and become more and more serious. But our Chinese medicine is a slow recuperation..."
Meng Shuyue kept talking, and the old lady finally understood what she was saying. This girl was not there to help her get justice, but to reason with her.
She waved her hands and said impatiently, "I don't care, you give me my money back, or I will file a complaint against your clinic."
Chen Ting panicked when she heard this. She pushed Meng Shuyue away and grabbed the old lady's hand and begged humbly, completely losing her usual noble and wealthy appearance. "Don't complain. My son was originally a doctor at Renmin Hospital. He also wants to help us sell some medicinal materials. It's okay if you don't want these Chinese medicines. I'll ask my son to prescribe anti-inflammatory drugs for you for free, okay?"
As she spoke, she immediately turned around and told Song Shijing to get some anti-inflammatory medicine.
Seeing that the old lady was about to take the anti-inflammatory medicine from Song Shijing, Meng Shuyue snatched the medicine and took out another small glass bottle containing black pills from her arms, "Auntie, this bottle of medicine was developed by me using the herbs just now. It is a cough medicine strongly promoted by the Future Lingquan Manufacturing Factory. If you trust it, I will give it to you for free and you can try it for a while."
"Of course, if you insist on taking oxytetracycline, I won't stop you."
The old lady stared at the bottles of oxytetracycline which cost one dollar each, and then moved her eyes to the bottle of cough syrup which looked obviously very valuable. Without thinking too much, she knew how to choose.
Indeed, if she could be cured by going to the hospital, she would have gone there long ago.
It's such an obvious bargain that you wouldn't want to miss out on taking advantage of it.
The old lady immediately snatched the black medicine bottle from Meng Shuyue's hand, but she was still a little confused. She shook the bottle and said, "So many Chinese medicines can't cure it, how can this small bottle cure a cough?"
Meng Shuyue looked at the large group of people gathered at the door, bowed to them, and said loudly: "Since this lady doesn't believe it, then I would like to ask all the neighbors to supervise and we will come back to bear witness in a week, how about that?"
The crowd around also became excited when they heard about the spiritual spring. They had heard a few days ago that a joint venture manufacturing plant was going to be opened on Beida Street, and they were very curious about what miraculous effects the spiritual spring had, and they all agreed that it was a good idea.
The old lady, holding the first batch of medicine in her hand, became the focus of the crowd for the first time, and was happily surrounded by a group of people as she walked away.
After everyone left, only the mother and her two children and Meng Shuyue were left in the clinic.
Shen Ting looked very unhappy. Without saying anything more, she pulled Song Shixuan and prepared to leave.
Song Shixuan's eyes fell on Meng Shuyue, and he opened his mouth but said nothing.
Meng Shuyue certainly knew the Song family’s current predicament.
I heard that Song Tingzong had been depressed since Song Shiyu's death. Later, he suddenly fell at home and suffered a stroke, becoming a vegetable.
In order to pay for his father's hospitalization fees, Song Shixuan, who left the Bai family, had to turn his attention to the only Chinese medicine shop that the Song family had not sold.
When Mr. Shen was alive, he opened this Chinese medicine shop to repay the Meng family and provide convenience for the Meng family's Chinese medicine store. Nowadays, Western medicine is popular and the Song family's clothing industry is in decline. This Chinese medicine shop is a burden to them and they can't even sell it.
So they had to try their best to sell all the Chinese herbal medicines in stock at a low price and raise money as soon as possible to pay Song Tingzong's hospital fees.
Meng Shuyue looked at the two people leaving with mixed feelings, and finally called out to Chen Ting with red eyes.
Shen Ting paused, even though her back was facing her, she still couldn't hide her disgust and hatred towards her.
"Aunt, actually I came here today mainly to bring you medicine. I heard you were coughing recently..."
Meng Shuyue walked up to Shen Ting, took out a bottle of the same cough syrup she had just given to the old lady from her bag and handed it to Shen Ting.
Who would have thought that as soon as she stretched out her hand and hadn't finished speaking, the medicine bottle in her hand was slapped to the ground by Shen Ting.
"You jinx, stop being so hypocritical. You bankrupted our family, killed my father, and almost killed Jin Xiao. Now you've even killed Shi Yu. How dare you stand in front of me?"
Shen Ting burst into tears and was very aggressive. She pushed herself in front of Meng Shuyue and stretched out her old face to be beaten by Meng Shuyue.
Song Shijing hurried over, and together with Song Shixuan, he pulled Shen Ting and persuaded her, "Mom, it's not Shuyue's fault. Why do you have to target her?"
The more others advised, the angrier Shen Ting became, as if she was some evil person making things difficult for others.
Chen Ting pointed at the potion on the ground and cursed unceremoniously, "You want to bribe me with a broken potion? You want to show off in front of me that you can make medicine and be a boss."
"Meng Shuyue, don't think I don't know that you became the boss because of your affair with Bai Qingfeng. You are just a prostitute who relies on men. Do you really think you can run a factory without the help of men?"
Shen Ting became more and more excited as she spoke, and she started coughing wildly due to her excessive emotions.
"Ahem... I'm saying this... Ahem... You... You are only fit to go home and give birth to children, only fit to be a widow..."
Song Shijing and Song Shixuan looked extremely embarrassed. Shen Ting's words were extremely unpleasant, and they simply trampled people's self-esteem into the mud.
Meng Shuyue stared at the potion on the ground, as if he was trapped in a vortex of memories and couldn't extricate himself.
During the years she was a widow, every time she couldn't sleep late at night, she would think about how to develop methods to maximize the efficacy of Chinese medicinal herbs.
The prescription that Song Shijing had just prescribed to someone else was also the prescription she had prescribed to the children in the neighborhood to treat coughs over the years.
Unexpectedly, he actually kept it.
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