Stand your ground against the big manufacturers
The three followed the young Taoist priest and walked around several halls. They heard the Taoist priests chanting various sutras and mantras. Halfway up the hill in the backyard, in a corner shaded by bamboo trees, they saw a wooden structure with a green tile roof. At the door stood four men in black, looking like bodyguards.
When the man in black saw them approaching the dormitory, he vigilantly stretched out his hand and blocked the door.
The sound of a heavy cough came out of the window. After a while, two words came out: "Come in."
The man in black then turned his wrist and made a "please" gesture.
Pushing open the slightly rustic door, a faint sandalwood scent filled the air.
The room was not big. There was a wooden bed against the wall, and on the bed sat an old Taoist priest with snow-white hair, a silver thread casually tied on his head, and deep wrinkles of time on his face. Although he was old, his eyes were deep and peaceful, and when he looked at them, he showed no surprise or joy, but calm and wise.
There is a small desk next to the bed, on which are placed brushes, classics and handwritten scriptures. The papers are slightly yellowed, and the ink in the inkstone seems to still emit a faint scent.
A middle-aged man wearing a black jacket and gold-rimmed glasses sat upright in a chair in front of the desk, facing the Taoist priest. He had thick eyebrows and bright eyes, and it was obvious at first glance that he was of some importance.
The young Taoist priest brought three cushions and placed them in front of the couch. He motioned to the three of them. Lingxi walked over first and knelt down with a "thump". Shen Roujiao and Zhou Huaiyue didn't understand, so they could only kneel down as well.
"Lingxi, the second disciple of Ciyun, kowtows to Taoist Qingxu." Lingxi pinched the Ziwu Jue, clenched his fists, and bowed his head three times. When he stood up, he glanced at Shen Roujiao beside him.
"Xianyun, the third disciple of Ciyun, kowtows to Taoist Master Qingxu." Shen Roujiao clasped her fists and kowtowed three times.
"Zhou Huaiyue kowtows to Taoist Qingxu." Follow his instruction.
The old man's eyes stayed on Shen Roujiao for a moment and asked, "Is Ciyun okay?"
When Lingxi mentioned Ciyun, her eyes welled up, "Master passed away in August this year."
The atmosphere became sad, with only the sound of the young sister sobbing. After a moment of silence, Taoist Qingxu spoke calmly: "She will ride the clouds back to the green land. With three disciples, she should have achieved her wish."
His eyes fell on Shen Roujiao again, "How many years have you been studying medicine with Master?"
"Grand Master gave me the prescription. I have never studied medicine." Shen Roujiao told the truth, but it made the Taoist priest laugh.
"Haha. Everything changes in unison, not sticking to the old ways. There are valleys everywhere, and there are hells everywhere. Taoist Master Ciyun is free and happy."
Lingxi took out two packets of Sanhua Weitai powder from the secret pocket of her Taoist robe and presented them respectfully with both hands, "This is the medicine that Junior Sister made according to Grand Master's prescription."
Ciyun could not see it, but Taoist Qingxu, who had calculated the cause and effect back then, saw it. Although worldly affairs seem impermanent, there is a destiny in all of them. It is nothing but the cycle of cause and effect.
"Knock knock" a young Taoist priest knocked on the door and came in, holding a delicate tray covered with a red cloth the size of a handkerchief, and stood between Taoist Priest Qingxu and the middle-aged man.
The old man lifted the red cloth, revealing a coin tied with a rope. He nodded slightly, and the young Taoist priest placed the tray in front of the middle-aged man.
"Thank you for your concern for my son." He took out the money and put it in the pocket of his jacket, then stood up and clasped his fists and said, "I will not bother you anymore today. I wish you good health and a lasting relationship with the immortal world."
"Go ahead."
The two young Taoist priests escorted the middle-aged man away respectfully, one on the left and one on the right. When the old man pulled the blanket from the side of the bed and tried to cover his legs, a black pen rolled out of the blanket and fell right in front of Shen Roujiao. Taoist priest Qingxu looked at the pen and then at Shen Roujiao, and said with a smile: "Go after him and give it back to him."
Caught off guard, she was distracted and quickly picked up her pen, bowed and ran after him.
In the field of vision, a middle-aged man, led by a young Taoist priest and surrounded by men in black, was walking towards the side door halfway up the mountain.
It was said to be slow, but it was fast. Shen Roujiao quickened her pace to catch up, "Hello, your pen."
Because the man in black was blocking her, she couldn't go in. Instead, the middle-aged man turned around and saw that in her outstretched hands there was not only a pen, but also Baoweitai powder, with the three words "Shen Roujiao" written on the paper package.
"My name is Shen Roujiao, and this is the medicine made by our pharmaceutical factory." She didn't know where the middle-aged man came from, but her intuition told her that this man was definitely not an ordinary person. He was either rich or noble, and the kind of oppressive feeling that made people dare not breathe made him a rare talent.
Since there was such a sudden opportunity, she couldn't miss it. She didn't have a business card, so she wrote one. As for what effect it would have, she didn't know. It couldn't even make her face familiar, at most it would just make her name familiar.
"Thank you!" The middle-aged man said in a friendly manner. He did not take any action. The pen and the packet of medicine were taken away by the man in black. The group did not stay for long and left immediately.
When Shen Roujiao returned to the dormitory, Taoist Qingxu was talking to Zhou Huaiyue. When he saw her come in, he just said, "According to what I said, it will be as you wish."
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Shen Roujiao was in a daze, but Zhou Huaiyue's face showed that he was in a good mood. She looked at Lingxi, and Lingxi was also smiling.
That smile, until the three of them came back from the Taoist temple, they still didn't get the reason. Shen Roujiao didn't dare to ask Zhou Huaiyue, so she only dared to ask Lingxi. Finally, she was asked anxiously and said that Taoist Qingxu told her that she would lose money if she spoke out.
When Shen Roujiao heard the word "lose money", she never asked again. The pharmaceutical factory had just gotten back on track and must not lose money.
Businessmen are particularly trusting of non-science in this regard.
On the second day, the Yunnan-Yunnan Provincial Conference on Traditional Chinese and Western Medicine was held. In the morning, the heads of major hospitals held a meeting, and in the afternoon, the heads of major pharmaceutical companies attended. Shen Roujiao and Zhou Huaiyue came with an attitude of learning, but they did not expect to meet their competitors on the same road.
Gastric disease is a basic subject, and the discussion of Chinese and Western medicine is quite in-depth. When talking about the fact that Western medicine is still the main treatment for gastric disease in the market, and Chinese medicine is supplementary, a person in charge of a large factory at the venue said: "Chinese medicine is supplementary, and the efficacy of the drugs is not obvious. The Weikangning powder that our factory has just approved has been approved for more than three years of research and development, and the prescription has been adjusted several times. It has been clinically used for more than a year before it was approved for marketing. At the same time, another unknown pharmaceutical factory was also approved by relying on the so-called "mysterious prescription". It is precisely because there are too many such drugs that doctors and patients will choose Western medicine first."
Hearing this, Shen Roujiao and Zhou Huaiyue frowned. From the glances they exchanged, they had already guessed something: the other party was the big factory that suppressed the approval of Sanhua Weitai, and the implication of the words was obvious.
But after all, it was just a hint and the specific name of the medicine was not mentioned. Shen Roujiao couldn't get angry and could only endure it.
Unexpectedly, a colleague next to the person in charge took out a few packets of Sanhua Weitai and threw them on the table seemingly casually, saying: "Too many Chinese medicines rely on stories to make medicines. They can neither produce clinical data nor specific prescriptions. The more mysterious and absurd they make it, the more people will believe it."
Although he still didn't mention the name of the medicine, his actions made it clear that Sanhua Weitai was the medicine he was talking about.
Since the phenomenon described by the factory manager does exist, many people at the meeting nodded in agreement.
At this point, if you don't speak out, it would be tantamount to admitting that the drugs produced by your own pharmaceutical company are of poor efficacy.
“Wait!”
Shen Roujiao stood up from her seat, and under everyone's gaze, she walked to the spokesperson, picked up the packets of medicine he had thrown on the table, wiped them lovingly, and then raised the medicine in her hand, "There must be a mysterious story behind the mysterious prescription. It's not the story that's wrong. Your factory can't judge that the stomach medicine produced by our factory is ineffective just because you don't believe the story."
There was a burst of surprised discussion at the scene, and a tense atmosphere spread.
The two sides looked at each other, and Shen Roujiao did not see any surprise or panic in the other's eyes. It was obvious that what they did was not a whim, but intentional.
"Isn't this the little girl who got the prescription in the story? Oh," the other party sneered twice and said with disdain, "I forgot that you are now the director of Sanhua Pharmaceutical Factory."
"She is the factory manager?"
"Why doesn't it look big?"
Not to mention that no one believed that she was the factory director. Looking at the only two women in the venue, one was in her sixties, and the other was the frighteningly young Shen Roujiao.
"I just dropped out of high school, and I don't think I've even learned all the herbs yet. All of a sudden, I got a prescription from somewhere, and I dropped out of school and opened a Sanhua factory."
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The other party came prepared and knew Shen Roujiao's background very well. He was well-targeted and hit the vital points with every word.
"What? This is too irresponsible. They are medicine makers but they don't know the basic pharmacology and medicinal materials. What kind of medicine are they making? Isn't this nonsense?" The sixty-year-old female doctor was the first to turn against them in anger. She poked the table heavily with her fingers, wishing she could condense all her hatred for the unscrupulous pharmaceutical factory into her fingertips and poke a hole in the wood.
Accusations came one after another, from the denial of Shen Roujiao to the denial of the medicine, "What else can I say? Just think about it and you will know that this medicine is definitely not a good medicine."
Seeing that Shen Roujiao was speechless due to the accusations, and had no power to fight back, the other party just stood there stupidly and continued to add fuel to the fire, "She was afraid that no one would believe her, so she went to a remote corner to worship a Taoist doctor as her master. That's why there are so many versions of the legendary story on the market, and the prescription seems to be a real treasure."
This statement completely ignited everyone's emotions, and the accusations turned into curses: "Our thousands of years of Chinese medicine culture has been ruined by a bunch of unscrupulous businessmen like you!"
"They are even worse, even using the name of Taoist medicine, which not only harms traditional Chinese medicine, but also Taoist culture. It's too much and too evil."
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Director Sun, who was attending the meeting, tried to stand up several times but was suppressed by the scolding. Zhou Huaiyue could no longer bear it. He rushed to Shen Roujiao, but the back of his hand was held tightly.
These people are unaware of the full picture, and tend to listen to and trust the big pharmaceutical companies while criticizing the small pharmaceutical companies. Public opinion is a sharp sword in the hands of the powerful. With just a few words, a pharmaceutical company can be smeared as an unscrupulous business that harms traditional Chinese medicine and Taoist medicine.
Seeing the other party showing a victorious expression, Shen Roujiao took Zhou Huaiyue's hand and stood face to face with the two people from the factory, showing a ruthless determination to confront them to the end.
"I dropped out of high school. I don't know all the herbs. I can't take a pulse or prescribe medicine. But what does that have to do with me opening a pharmacy? In the story or in reality, where did I say that the prescription was written by me? I opened a pharmacy because I know that our prescription is a treasure."