Chapter 374 Medical and Insurance Industries



Chapter 374 Medical and Insurance Industries

After drinking it, Butt felt even worse, but he thought it was just a psychological effect, and said weakly, "Mary, you still have to go to work, I just need to rest for a while."

"Okay, I'll take it after get off work. I still have some medicine." Mary breathed a sigh of relief and a relieved smile appeared on her face. With the hope that her husband's health would improve, she sent her two children to school. But she didn't expect that this would be the last time she and her husband would see each other.

People in this era have a very hard life, and the same is true for women. When Mary got off work and took her children home again, it was already late at night. At first, Mary didn't notice that the house was particularly quiet today, and then...

If a community had a dozen deaths with the same symptoms, it couldn't be described as an accident anyway. How could so many housewives kill their husbands at the same time? And many people weren't sick like Bout, but had ordered the medicine just in case because of the recent rumors.

Although this community is poor and the police department has only one sergeant and one police officer, if the two police officers recall the most decisive thing in their lives, it is undoubtedly this case. The two quickly concluded that this was related to the medicines purchased by many housewives, and quickly found the so-called senior pharmacist who sold the medicines.

"Why did you arrest me? Do you know what medicine is?" In the small police station, the pharmacist was still confused and full of anger. He disdained the so-called interrogation and said, "Fire, earth, water and air. The four elements have the properties of heat, cold, wet and dry respectively. These four elements are mixed in different quantities and proportions to form objects of various properties. Any combination is temporary. Many patients show symptoms because this combination has begun to collapse. The earth element can neutralize the disease in the chest."

"You have poisoned many people with your own hands." Sheriff Xiu Yi looked at the pharmacist who was talking nonsense and roared, "You are a murderer. What's the point of saying this nonsense now?"

"That's because I treated them too late. If I had treated them earlier, they would all have recovered." The pharmacist spoke in a firm tone, and after he finished speaking, he sighed with a look of compassion on his face.

Naturally, this interrogation did not produce any results, but since more than a dozen people had died, Sheriff Xiuyi would not let this man go. Instead, he hoped that professionals could solve this problem.

Once again, Northwestern University students learned about the incident, and the Chicago Daily Times, which had been paying attention to Evanston, soon learned the ins and outs of the matter through a reporter who had recently conducted an investigation here.

Finally, this matter reached the ears of Edith Rockefeller, which made the richest woman feel a little unbelievable. She was still thinking about how to promote this matter, but it was completed so smoothly.

The idea of ​​slave owners using British Canada was shelved, and there was no other way. Even a logical plan could not keep up with the pace of reality. This unplanned case made the idea of ​​the same purpose clear.

Edith Rockefeller didn't hesitate at all. She called Rockefeller Manor and told Rockefeller Jr. the good news. "Now you can lead all the doctors from the family's hospitals to come. All the glory and praise will be yours, my dear John. This is a big case. If it is handled well, all the folk pharmacists can get out. Then let the media pay attention to it, and no one will believe them anymore."

"Huh? Edith, tell me the truth, did you hire someone to pretend to be a pharmacist and poison these patients?" Rockefeller Jr. pondered for a moment and asked this question in a very serious tone.

Ever since Edith Rockefeller got involved with the slave owner, Rockefeller Jr. felt that his sister's style of doing things was becoming more and more like that of the slave owner whose blood was black. She had no bottom line in doing things, and when this case came out, he instinctively wondered if it was planned by his sister.

"Is there oil in your head?" Edith Rockefeller's angry voice in the microphone woke Rockefeller Jr. from his speculation. "Who do you think I am? God bless Standard Oil not to follow the old path of the Vanderbilt family, but in your hands, it is really worrying."

"I'll call the hospital right away!" Rockefeller Jr. simply hung up the phone on his sister. This at least proves one thing: the so-called poisoning incident was not planned.

"Dad, there's a medical malpractice case in Chicago." Of course, Morgan Jr. learned the news at the first opportunity and hurried to report it to his father.

"A folk pharmacist actually killed so many people. This is really a tragedy. It shows that most citizens are not very smart!" Before Morgan could continue speaking, he shook his head and said, "Why are so many people so stupid?"

"Father, you got the news before me?" Little Morgan was not surprised to see his father. He asked doubtfully, "You are also paying attention to what's happening in Chicago?"

"I'm so busy that I certainly didn't pay much attention to it. But apart from the pharmacist, I should be the first person in the entire United States to know about this. I just don't know how many people died." Morgan's eyes flashed with a shrewd light, and he said complacently, "I believe no one will care about the truth of this matter."

Morgan stood up and walked to the window, looking at the traffic below the building. Countless people were rushing around in this bustling metropolis. Once upon a time, he was one of them, although for a short time. Now, whenever he thinks of his youth, Morgan also thinks it is a very beautiful memory.

"As bankers, we need to correctly assess risks and returns, and we need to clearly identify the primary and secondary relationships. Bankers with a temper like mine are very rare, and I shouldn't even work in the financial industry. But if I can continue to make correct judgments, I will be able to maintain my title as the biggest banker. Although this was first planned by the Rockefeller family, I can intervene now that I've discovered it. Even if something goes wrong, no one will know it was me. This is low risk and high return!" Morgan said, turning back to look at his son, "I asked you to launch a new insurance plan. Are you ready, my son?"

"We will definitely be ahead of other insurance companies." Morgan Jr. bowed his head slightly, full of admiration for his father. The truth of the matter was no longer important. This pollution would greatly promote the Rockefeller family and the Morgan family.

The medical industry cannot be separated from the insurance industry. Morgan Jr. has already referred to the insurance industry in London and integrated a new plan for promotion. The biggest advantage of the new insurance plan is the low premium. The probability of young people dying from accidents is very small. Due to the low claim rate, the cost of insurance companies is low, so you can buy $10,000 insurance for $10 a year. This type of insurance is favored by many young people with low incomes. The biggest disadvantage of interval insurance is that it can only protect a certain number of years.

For example, if you buy a 10-year annual insurance policy, but you don’t die on time, all the premiums you paid are in vain, and you don’t get any compensation. When you get older, the insurance company will charge high fees or refuse to provide insurance, so that people who really need this kind of product cannot get it.

Morgan Jr. was convinced that this kind of insurance would definitely attract many workers in industrial cities. After all, compared with the huge total number, the probability of workers dying from accidents and illnesses was too small, and he was not prepared to provide this kind of insurance to jobs with high mortality rates.

Of course, this is just one of them. Morgan Jr. has also designed a set of insurance for the current Rockefeller family's hospitals. I believe that it will soon occupy a broader market with the reshaping of the medical industry, allowing Morgan's insurance companies to occupy a larger market share.

Before Rockefeller Jr. took action, the American Medical Association, whose headquarters was in Chicago, finally responded to the case. When the director of the American Medical Association was interviewed by Albert, the editor-in-chief of the Chicago Daily Times, he launched a fierce attack on folk pharmacists for the first time, saying, "Some folk pharmacists are doctors in name, but in fact they are no different from murderers. They have developed all kinds of strange medicines, and under the guise of curing all diseases, they sent these unknown medicines to patients, accelerating their deaths. What is even more shocking is that many medicines are widely circulated..."

A-choo! A-choo! A-choo! Thousands of kilometers away in New Orleans, slave owners were very accurately subjected to the attacks of the angels in white. When Coca-Cola was first introduced, it was marketed as a cure-all.

"What's wrong with me?" Sheffield looked out the window in confusion. It was such a sunny day, but he continued to lie still regardless. He had not yet had enough of his life as a lion king.

For an industrial city with a population of one million, even if it is the headquarters of the American Medical Association, once many people seek doctors out of panic, there will not be enough doctors. The American Medical Association and Chicago hospitals also face a huge number of patients while fighting against private pharmacists.

At this time, doctors from the Rockefeller family arrived in Chicago and began to share the pressure on local doctors.

"We will promote these two new insurance plans to industrial cities in the northeastern states. The pollution in many industrial cities is worrying. We need to give citizens a sense of security." In Morgan's insurance company, Morgan Jr. said with a heavy heart, "I can only do so much."

(End of this chapter)

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