Jishetang finally opened for business.
Red ribbons fluttered in the air at the entrance of the clinic, and firecrackers crackled in unison.
Passersby stopped to watch.
"Jishetang, we'd rather have five feet of dust in our medicine cabinets than have any sick people in the world." A scholar-like man fanned himself and sighed, "Jishetang's founding principle is truly admirable. The manager must be a doctor who cares deeply for the common people."
Others echoed this sentiment.
"There are very few medical clinics with such benevolence. I hope that Jishetang can truly relieve the suffering of people from illness, just as the plaque says."
"In my opinion, it's just something I wrote casually. What business isn't about making money?"
"Yes, it sounds nice, but who knows if it's all talk and no action? Many clinics make grand promises when they open, but when it comes to actually treating patients, they don't have any real skills."
"That's right. No merchant is without guile. How could anyone care about the lives of ordinary people if they're only after making money?"
......
Chen Qingqing heard the murmurs of the crowd clearly. She smiled dismissively, bowed slightly to the crowd, and...
"Dear fellow villagers, thank you for your support. Today, Jishetang is opening and we are offering free medical consultations. For the first seven days, all herbs in the store will be sold at half price. After seven days, the price will return to normal."
Discounts and promotions are a common marketing tactic in modern pharmacies, but they were certainly novel in ancient times.
As soon as Chen Qingqing finished speaking, she attracted the curiosity of many people, who came over to ask her questions.
Because of the 50% discount, many people came with prescriptions to buy medicine and flocked into the store to purchase herbs.
"Xiao Wu, if anyone tries to buy medicine with this prescription, be sure to check it carefully," Chen Qingqing instructed Xiao Wu at the counter.
"Okay, I've got it." Xiao Wu nodded.
Watching the crowds coming and going, Chen Qingqing secretly rejoiced that Xiao Wu was experienced; otherwise, she really wouldn't have been able to handle it all by herself.
Many people bought medicine, but very few sought medical advice; they all seemed to be observing, and some even questioned Chen Qingqing.
"Young lady, are you the doctor who treats patients?" a woman in the crowd asked with a puzzled look.
Chen Qingqing smiled and said, "Auntie, I am a doctor."
The woman subconsciously shook her head. "I've lived this long and this is the first time I've ever heard of a female healer. Is this young girl really that skilled at treating illnesses?"
"Yes, I have my doubts too. Let's wait and see!"
"Exactly, what if he's a fraudster? Taking the wrong medicine could be fatal."
Facts speak louder than words, so Chen Qingqing didn't explain further and calmly sat down at the consultation table.
Among the crowd was a doctor named Li An, who already knew that Jishetang was recruiting talents, but after inquiring, he learned that the manager was a girl, so he had been hesitant about whether to come and apply.
"Make way, everyone make way."
As the voices spoke, the crowd parted, and Fan Tong, with his protruding belly, walked in carrying a congratulatory gift.
“Miss Chen, I have been waiting for your clinic to open, and today I have finally waited for it. This is just a small gift, please don’t find it offensive, Miss Chen.”
Chen Qingqing stood up with a smile and accepted the gift, saying, "Mr. Fan, you've gone to so much trouble."
"Not at all, not at all," Fan Tong said, deliberately raising his voice. "Miss Chen is like a second mother to me. Not only did she cure my chronic illness, but my daughter-in-law is also about to give birth. All of this is thanks to Miss Chen. I have never had the chance to thank her, so I came here today to express my gratitude in person."
A smile appeared on Chen Qingqing's face. Fan Tong was really timely. His commotion was like a live advertisement, and business would be booming without her having to say a word.
Qingshui Town is neither too big nor too small. Many people know that Fan Tong suffered from blood wind sores, which had been difficult to cure. Later, they only knew that he recovered and changed his ways, never again oppressing his neighbors or exploiting the people.
It turned out that the girl in front of him had cured his stubborn illness. You can't judge a book by its cover. She's so talented at such a young age!
Another murmur arose from the crowd, but this time it was filled with praise.
Some people even took the opportunity to ask questions.
"Miss Chen, I've had a headache for half a year. I wonder if you could take a look at it?"
"My cough has been intermittent, please prescribe two doses of medicine for me."
"Miss Chen, I've been experiencing chest tightness and shortness of breath for several months now, and many medications haven't helped. What could be the cause?"
With Fan Tong's affirmation, many people began to ask questions.
Chen Qingqing raised her hand to signal everyone to be quiet, "Everyone, don't rush, line up, one at a time."
Seeing the eager crowd, Fan Tong immediately became displeased. "Don't be like that, Miss Chen. I was here first, so you have to see me first too."
As he spoke, he glared at the crowd and said, "If I weren't coming, none of you would be in such a hurry. What are you doing here? Get in line at the back."
His shout immediately silenced the room. Although Fan Tong had changed his ways in the past six months, no one dared to offend him.
"Master Fan, please don't abuse your power to bully others," Chen Qingqing reminded him.
Fan Tong chuckled, "Right, right, I forgot the young lady's instructions in my haste."
Chen Qingqing didn't want to offend him at this moment, after all, he had come to give a gift, and what he said was right, according to the order of arrival, he should be treated first.
"Everyone, please be patient and line up. I will examine Master Fan first and then begin treating everyone."
Then, he asked Fan Tong, "Master Fan, what's wrong? Is your chronic illness recurring?"
"This...this..." Fan Tong looked around, his face showing difficulty. "Miss Chen, it's not easy to say about my illness. Can we go into the inner room to talk?"
"Can."
Upon entering the inner room, Fan Tong spoke before Chen Qingqing could ask, "Miss Chen, my illness is a bit difficult to talk about, it's just... well, you know..."
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