Chapter 119 New blood joins.
The car parked in a small, crowded parking lot. Elder Lu and a few old friends headed toward Mingxin Hall. The first thing they saw was the old residential complex, its mottled walls a relic of the last century. The smiles on everyone's faces visibly faded.
Everyone followed Lao Lu tacitly, wanting to see what he was up to.
Fortunately, although the decoration of Mingxin Hall was a bit simple and old, it was very clean inside. As soon as they stepped in, they felt refreshed, as if all the fatigue along the way had been swept away.
One of them, Dr. Zhou, who was a bit knowledgeable about feng shui, looked around the room and muttered, "This isn't right."
According to Feng Shui, the layout of this store is very ordinary, but when he came in, he felt refreshed and comfortable. These two things are so contradictory.
Shen Jiang stared at the pure, bright magical energy before her, wondering how it could have escaped. She had clearly set up the magic circle in the clinic. Could something be wrong with the magic circle inside? Could it have all leaked out?
After asking a few people to wait outside, Shen Jiang walked quickly into the clinic, feeling a little amused and helpless for a moment.
The purifying energy in this room was stronger than that outside. As soon as she came in, she felt her mind suddenly become clear.
Oh no, I was so worried this morning that grandma would be affected by the patient’s illness when she was not around, so the energy of the light magic circle I set up was too strong.
"Grandma," Shen Jiang felt a sense of uneasiness, like a guilty thief. She quietly moved to a corner and put a few magic crystals into her pocket. She quickly changed the subject, "There are a few seniors outside. They may come to our clinic for treatment in the future. Please go out and take a look."
"Xiaogu is back," Shen Anlian took off her reading glasses and stood up, "Why so sudden? I didn't hear you mention it this morning."
Shen Jiang thought to herself that she had only just learned about this, so she briefly explained the origins of these old doctors to her grandmother. Shen Anlian nodded and said, "If they are truly talented, then we must strive to recruit them."
Shen Jiang: "Then I'll leave the test of my skills to you, grandma."
Shen Anlian hesitated slightly: "Isn't this a bad idea? Didn't you say they are all very famous people?"
Shen Jiang saw the eagerness in her grandmother's eyes and knew that given her personality, she clearly had no intention of letting the veteran Chinese medicine practitioners pass. She would know if they were truly skilled or just famous after a try.
"We only have so much medicinal herbs. Are you willing to let a doctor who can't treat patients waste them?"
"Then I'll try them." Shen Anlian made up her mind instantly.
Shen Jiang was looking forward to what kind of test questions his grandmother would give to those seniors.
When the grandfather and grandson walked out, they saw Mr. Lu leading people waiting at the door of the pharmacy. He was a well-educated old man and naturally would not take the initiative to lead people into the pharmacy. Obviously, he was waiting for Shen Jiang to come.
Shen Anlian briefly greeted these guests, and Shen Jiang invited them in to "taste" the quality of the medicinal materials.
Someone muttered to himself, "I just don't believe this small clinic can produce such good medicine." Later, he would have to persuade Old Lu not to focus on these small-scale urban village Chinese medicine clinics. Their main focus should be on urging those Chinese herbal medicine companies to provide high-quality herbs.
Mr. Lu called out, "Old Zhou, how can you see clearly from so far away? Come over here quickly."
Doctor Zhou was a slightly plump old man. Out of consideration for his feelings, he muttered as he walked, "You don't own this shop, why are you so excited?"
Mr. Lu laughed and said, "It would be great if I opened this store."
Old Zhou glanced at him and thought to himself what had happened to Old Lu. Look at how happy he was.
"Where did you get this Gastrodia elata from?" A rapid breathing voice exploded in Zhou Lao's ears. He turned his head and saw Lao Zhao holding a white object in his hand, looking at it repeatedly and sniffing it.
Mr. Zhou walked over, took the Gastrodia elata from his hand, and was suddenly stunned.
His voice couldn't help but tinge with excitement. "Is this pure, natural, wild Gastrodia elata? It must be four or five years old!"
On the other end, Old Yang excitedly said, "Come and see! The color of this Cistanche is so beautiful, so shiny. The craftsmanship in preparing it is much better than those herbs we get from the hospital!"
Lu Chongfeng couldn't help but laugh as he watched his friends lose their composure one after another. Didn't he say long ago that the medicinal herbs in Mingxintang would open their eyes and they were mentally prepared in advance? Why were they reacting so exaggeratedly now?
The four old doctors were like children who got a new toy. They were extremely curious about the herbs in the medicine cabinet. Whenever they found some herbs that surprised them, they would pull the others to come and take a look.
"Look, Old Lu, the oil lines on this angelica are so clear and obvious."
Lu Chongfeng was at a loss for words. He was the one who brought them here to identify the medicine, but now it was their turn to introduce it to him.
When everyone saw the endangered precious medicinal herb, Xuejie, they were speechless.
Who said this small clinic is bankrupt? It’s because the owner has invested all his fortune in medicinal materials.
They watched intently and chatted animatedly, with Shen Jiang completely unconcerned. Shen Jiang even took the time to go next door and ask Lin Yunqing to save a table for these veterans to eat.
When everyone regained their composure, Dr. Zhou, the old Chinese doctor, took the lead and asked, "Where do you get the herbs for your store?"
Shen Jiang just smiled and said nothing, but Lu Chongfeng helped her explain: "This is the exclusive channel of the clinic, how can it be announced to the public?"
Dr. Zhou choked and wondered, "You brought us here just to share some good herbs with us, didn't you? Why don't you want to tell us anymore?"
Lu Chongfeng smiled and said, "This is the rule of Mingxin Hall, and it's not allowed to be broken. Besides, you see, I come to the store to see patients whenever I have nothing to do. If you want to use these herbs, then let Doctor Shen invite you here to see patients."
Mr. Zhou, Mr. Zhao and others were stunned at first, and then they realized that this was what Old Lu was planning.
"Good old boy, you really remember us old friends when good things happen."
"Doctor Shen, in this case, I agree to come to your clinic for treatment. However, we have to make a deal. You can't charge me arbitrarily just because I come to your clinic for treatment."
Shen Jiang's eyes curved into a smile. She quite liked the way this old Chinese doctor Zhou spoke. He was straightforward and didn't waste any time practicing Tai Chi with her.
Shen Jiang said politely, "Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Zhou. Our clinic needs to interview people before hiring. If you don't mind, please come this way."
What does this mean?
Old Chinese doctor Zhou looked at Shen Jiang, then turned to look at Old Lu.
Lu Chongfeng gave him an encouraging look: "I've been through this before. Old Zhou, you're not scared, are you?"
"Isn't it strange? I'm a provincial-level expert, and I'm afraid of such a small event!" Mr. Zhou snorted, obviously provoked by Mr. Lu's words. "Take me over there, and just give it a try! I'm just worried that you, little girl, won't be able to see my ability by then!"
Everyone ignored Shen Jiang and her grandmother, mainly because Shen Jiang looked young. When they were her age, they were still following their masters, copying prescriptions. As for Shen Jiang's grandmother, if she had any real skills, given the outstanding medicinal herbs in the clinic, they would definitely have heard of her. Shen Anlian was about the same age as them, so she probably only knew the basics.
Everyone in their hearts strongly affirmed the medicinal materials of Mingxintang, and at the same time indirectly guessed that the medical skills of the grandfather and grandson were average, so they wanted to find doctors like them to come and see patients.
Ten years ago, none of these provincial experts would have agreed to come to such an unknown clinic to see patients. But times have changed, and now they are willing to come here to see patients for these rare and valuable herbs.
They are old, and the number of patients they can see is limited. If they can get patients to finish a few doses of medicine, not only will their treatment efficiency be improved, but the patients will also suffer less pain and financial pressure. For this reason alone, they are willing to come here to see patients like Lao Lu.
"Please wait a moment. I have a patient on the way. How about this, take my pulse first?"
Shen Anlian asked Mr. Zhou to take her pulse. Although she was recovering well, if the old man had any real skill, he might be able to diagnose that she had suffered a severe brain injury last month. Of course, even if he couldn't diagnose it, that was normal. After all, she herself was sometimes confused by her own recovery speed.
Old Zhou glanced at her, thinking she was just looking for a consultation. But when he put his hand on hers, he was quite surprised by her pulse.
The old lady in front of him was not younger than him, but her pulse was healthier than that of a young man. No, young people nowadays like to stay up late, but they are not as healthy as the old lady.
The more Mr. Zhou examined her, the more puzzled he felt. His brows furrowed slightly. If that was the case, what was the point of this old lady asking him to diagnose her pulse? Was she trying to show off her health to him?
Seeing him deep in thought, Shen Anlian whispered, "Are you surprised by how healthy he is?"
Dr. Zhou nodded subconsciously, then realized: "You want to show me how good your body is."
Shen Anlian couldn't respond to his words. She couldn't possibly undermine such an old doctor by saying that his skills were not up to par.
Lu Chongfeng was slightly surprised. He knew what had happened at Mingxin Hall, and therefore knew that the old lady had been in the ICU not long ago. After all, the incident was somewhat related to the Municipal Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital where he worked. But why didn't Old Zhou diagnose it?
Lu Chongfeng asked, "Can I try it too?"
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