Chapter 93: The Small Clinic Adds Another Strong General
Shen Jiang came back from the other world with a small basin of solidified dragon's blood and a few bundles of chicken blood vine that Priest had cut for her on the spot. In addition, when she was assigning tasks to Ellis and others, she also found a lot of medicinal herbs such as Schisandra chinensis, Polygonatum sibiricum, and Rehmannia glutinosa.
Most of the people who came to see Shen Jiang recently were seeking treatment for melasma, but the number was limited after all, and it couldn't completely solve her urgent problem of lack of money.
The clinic's most valuable medicinal herbs, besides musk and bezoar, were the newly arrived dragon's blood. Musk would remain private for now, but bezoar and dragon's blood were acceptable. However, if these herbs were released into the market, they would be driven to exorbitant prices. Shen Jiang didn't want to put the cart before the horse. To simultaneously save lives and generate revenue, she had another solution.
That is to set your sights on Mr. Lu.
She didn't have many patients, but Mr. Lu did! He had a lot of patients coming to see him, with all sorts of difficult and complicated ailments. And as the premier blood-clearing herb, "Dragon's Blood" is known for its ability to "activate blood circulation, dissolve stasis, promote tissue regeneration, and relieve pain." If Mr. Lu wanted to, he could sell out all his blood within the day.
Shen Jiang couldn't think of any reason why Mr. Lu would refuse. The only possibility was that the herbs exceeded the patient's tolerance. She specifically checked the market price of herbs on the Internet and found that the price of blood clotting medicine was very low in the market.
Artificial dragon's blood, produced only from cultivated dragon's blood trees, still costs a whopping 100 yuan per gram. As for natural dragon's blood, there's simply no market for it.
Is artificial blood so expensive?
The dragon's blood in her hand is of the highest quality, a thousand-year-old natural dragon's blood, and I'm afraid the price must be even higher.
Between profiteering and saving lives, Shen Jiang struck a balance, setting the price at 300 yuan per gram. If it were too cheap, Dr. Lu and the patient would become suspicious, and she worried about scalpers reselling the herbs.
She brought back about one kilogram of dragon's blood. According to this price, these herbs are worth one hundred and fifty thousand.
Shen Jiang couldn't help but breathe harder. Thanks to Godwin, the generous dragon! You know, these blood clottings are only a small part of the output of hundreds of dragon blood trees in the other world.
Today is the day that Lu Chongfeng comes to Mingxin Hall for consultation. Originally, he planned to come to Mingxin Hall for half a day of consultation every month, but after he found that many patients who had seen their patients at Mingxin Hall generally responded that the effect was very obvious this time, Lu Chongfeng immediately changed his original plan: he not only increased the frequency of his consultations at Mingxin Hall, but also brought his good friend Lao Jin without saying a word.
Old Jin looked at his long-time friend with a puzzled look on his face. "Why are you so excited? It's just that the medicine is working a little better. Let me be clear, I don't have time to go to that little clinic to see patients."
Lu Chongfeng rolled his eyes at him. "You're overthinking it. I'm just trying to broaden your horizons. Besides, you might not even be able to get a job as a doctor. To get a job as a doctor at Mingxin Hall, you have to pass the boss's assessment. Do you think you'll pass?"
"Oh? What do you mean?" Old Jin was whetted by his words.
"This little clinic is quite interesting. If it weren't for the fact that your medical skills are barely passable, I wouldn't have bothered to take you there."
"Well, if you say so, I'll have to go and take a look."
Shen Jiang saw that there was an old man of the same age as Mr. Lu next to him. Unlike Mr. Lu who was elegant and refined, this gentleman called Lao Jin was thin, with a white goatee and a look of immortality.
"Who is this?"
"Let me introduce him to you. This is my friend Lao Jin, also a famous Chinese medicine doctor with good skills. He came here for a visit today..." He said with a teasing look at his old friend.
Lao Jin smiled. Lao Lu's words seemed to be praising the clinic. He wanted to see how good the medicinal materials in this clinic were that could make Lao Lu speak so politely.
Shen Jiang immediately said enthusiastically, "Mr. Jin, are you planning to come to Mingxin Hall for a consultation? Welcome, welcome."
Friends who can be affirmed by Mr. Lu must be good, and whether they can cure diseases can be known just by putting them into real practice.
With these two veterans in charge of Mingxintang, a lot of the medicinal materials that have accumulated in stock in the store can be sold immediately.
Seeing the young girl's curved eyebrows and ingratiating look, Old Jin was very pleased. "No hurry, whether to sit in the clinic or not needs to be considered in the long run. Let's not talk about this for now. Can I see the herbs in the store?"
He had long been curious about the quality of the medicinal herbs in this store that would make Old Lu praise them so highly.
"Of course, come with me."
Mingxin Hall wasn't large, so Old Jin quickly reached the pharmacy. He surveyed the small pharmacy with a rather casual gaze. After all, the decor of the small clinic suggested it wasn't doing well. If Old Lu hadn't been full of praise, he probably wouldn't have even set foot inside.
But this clinic is quite interesting. Precious herbs like Cistanche deserticola, Dracaena draconica, and Bezoar are even listed among them, and they have new labels on them, as if she really has these herbs.
Lao Jin did not open the medicine drawers with new labels, but randomly opened a medicine drawer in front of him to check.
Lao Jin's nonchalant expression quickly froze. After he quickly opened several other drawers to check, Lao Jin suddenly took a breath.
This unassuming little clinic actually had some famous medicines hidden in its medicine cabinets. All of these medicinal materials were top-quality, which really opened his eyes.
Oh my god, there are so many fine medicinal herbs in this clinic, this is incredible.
The old man with wide eyes looked up and reached out with trembling hands towards the medicine cabinets covered with Cistanche deserticola and Sanguisorba officinalis.
Soon, the empty medicine cabinet dampened Lao Jin's enthusiasm. He was a little disappointed that ordinary herbs could be so excellent. He was really curious to see what grade the precious herbs in this clinic could be.
That’s right, who among ordinary people can get those medicinal herbs?
Mr. Lu originally only knew that this shop had Cistanche deserticola. The last time he came, the shop didn't have the other two herbs. He was also a little curious: "Have they just received artificial bezoar and artificial dragon's blood?"
With the advancement of technology, these herbs are on the verge of extinction. Fortunately, they can be artificially cultivated. Although their effects are not very good, they are also very expensive. Generally, only large hospitals will purchase these herbs, and small clinics dare not purchase them.
Old Jin was a little disappointed when he heard this. He had originally looked up to this small clinic, but when he heard from his friend that the medicinal herbs were artificially synthesized, he immediately became dissatisfied.
"What's the point of this artificially cultivated medicinal herb? It's expensive and ineffective. Only those with money would use this useless stuff."
It's an indisputable fact that cultivated herbs are generally less effective than their natural, wild counterparts. Sometimes, though, just having any is good enough, and traditional Chinese medicine practitioners aren't necessarily picky. But Lao Jin has a serious problem with expensive, useless herbs cultivated to drain the pockets of ordinary people.
Shen Jiang agreed with the old man's words. She nodded and said, "My grandmother said the same thing. You two really think alike."
You know, my grandma never buys these expensive artificial herbs, and this is exactly the reason.
Instead of using this kind of useless medicinal material, it is better to use other affordable medicinal materials instead.
Seeing her frankness, Old Jin's dissatisfaction immediately subsided. He figured it was just a label for outsiders to see, purely for show.
Hearing Shen Jiang say this, Lu Chongfeng's eyes suddenly lit up.
He said impatiently, "It seems like your clinic has found some good medicine again! Quick, take it out and let me see it!"
Lao Jin was a little surprised. What did Lao Lu’s reaction mean?
How could such an unassuming little clinic possibly have pure natural Cistanche deserticola, Bezoar, and Dragon's Blood? He was just bragging.
Shen Jiang hadn't stored these herbs in the pharmacy because they were expensive. If she hadn't encountered someone like her cousin visiting that evening, she'd be in for a big loss. But she didn't try to tempt them. She simply took a tray and went inside to retrieve the herbs. In reality, there were no herbs in the compartments. Shen Jiang simply found a deserted spot, took the herbs from her storage ring, and placed them on the tray.
Although Lu Chongfeng had seen Cistanche deserticola and a lot of natural bezoar before, this kind of natural Sanguisorba officinalis was the first time he had seen it in recent years.
What's more, when these rare medicines are put together, the visual impact is extremely great.
As for Lao Jin, he could hardly speak clearly when standing next to his old friend.
He swallowed several times quickly before recovering from his shock, his eyes full of brilliance: "Where did you get these herbs from?"
"Ahem, Lao Jin, this is the secret of our clinic, how can I tell you so easily?"
"Oh, yes, yes," Lao Jin nodded, and blurted out with a fiery look in his eyes: "Then can you sell me some of these medicines?"
Shen Jiang smiled and shook his head.
Old Jin wanted to ask more, but Old Lu interrupted him directly: "You want these medicines simply to cure diseases and save lives, isn't that simple..."
Lao Jin turned his head and looked at him.
Elder Lu waved his hands and said, "Well, you could just come and see the patients. But you seemed to say it wasn't urgent. Why don't you refer the patients you can't see to me? I'll treat them."
Old Jin blushed. "Go away, I just said I won't be seeing patients here today. I've decided that I'll be seeing patients in this clinic like you!"
Shen Jiang couldn't help but smile, not expecting the two gray-haired elders to bicker like children. She thought of her grandmother, who had been transferred to a rehabilitation hospital for treatment and would be able to return home soon.
By then, it will definitely be very lively here.
After a few small episodes, it was Mingxin Hall’s business hours.
There are still many patients who come to see Dr. Lu for treatment.
Old Jin, enjoying a rare moment of leisure, stood with his hands behind his back, watching his friend treat a patient. Shen Jiang stood beside him, and surprisingly, they were able to chat together.
Old Jin had already had a new respect for this small clinic, but after hearing the young owner's clear analysis of the patient's condition and her effortless use of ancient prescriptions, he couldn't help but look at her again.
He is young, has a good memory and a calm temperament. He can't let go of such a good seedling.
"Will you be my apprentice?"
Shen Jiang was stunned. He never expected him to say that.
Speaking of apprenticeship, her mentor, Mr. Mei, and her grandmother were both masters of superb medical skills. Compared with them, Mr. Lu was at most a provincial expert. She was not sure about the level of Mr. Jin.
Shen Jiang said politely, "If you are willing to teach me, I would certainly be very grateful, but I already have two very respected teachers, and I have no intention of seeking another disciple for the time being."
When Lao Jin heard her say this, he couldn't help but become more interested: "Why don't you tell me who your teacher is? Maybe I know him."
He was a little dissatisfied in his heart, but his face was still smiling brightly.
"My first teacher was my grandmother, and you will meet her soon."
Lao Jin nodded and signaled her to continue with his eyes.
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