Practicing Medical Skills in a Small Clinic-Chapter 76: Real Medicine Can’t Cure Fake Illnesses
President Tian might be too embarrassed to come again next time, he probably won’t have the confidence to show up.
When it comes to the variety, quality, and price of the medicines, they’re no match for Best Medicine. The service is even worse. What’s more infuriating is that this unscrupulous businessman took advantage of Li Jingsheng being a rookie at the time and stuffed a lot of medicines with very short shelf lives on him.
On top of that, business at Li Jingsheng’s clinic wasn’t good, and getting medicine from him was like praying for a miracle.
What a joke.
President Tian practically left with his tail between his legs.
Qiu Shaofeng was already wearing a dust-proof suit, helping the delivery driver move boxes.
Every time a box was unloaded, Li Jingsheng would check it against the list. This time, he was extremely meticulous, not only verifying the brand and health approval number but also specifically checking the manufacturing date.
They were all new goods that had been produced less than two months ago.
Moreover, they were mostly from big brands.
Even the worst had health approval licenses.
The quality was significantly better than some of Litong’s subpar products.
Once the unloading was complete, Li Jingsheng’s face was beaming with joy.
Or rather, the smile on his face never disappeared. Every time he opened a box for inspection, he felt the thrill of finding a great bargain.
After signing off, Qiu Shaofeng hurried off to deliver to other pharmacies and hospitals.
Looking at the few new chairs and the new water dispenser in the clinic, everything felt a bit different.
"Sister Tang, when you arrange the medicines, put those unsold ones from Litong on top. Sell those first, then sell the goods from Best Medicine. Unless customers specifically request it, then give them the Best Medicine products."
Li Jingsheng advised.
"Haha, you usually seem like a sincere boss, but who knew you could be a crafty businessman too!"
She joked with Li Jingsheng, laughing.
The two of them happily arranged the newly arrived high-quality goods, unable to contain their excitement.
Because selling these quality products meant no after-sales trouble and easily welcoming returning customers.
Litong’s products, many of which were from small factories, some even "grey market" goods, might show more prominent effects right after taking them. However, their actual efficacy was not as good as the quality products from big factories.
To put it simply, small factory products do a great job on the surface to retain customers.
Not to mention health supplements; even medicine produced by small factories often ups the dosage for the sake of noticeable effects. Taking such medicines isn’t as dramatic as "drinking poison to quench thirst," but they’re surely harmful to the body.
That’s why when Li Jingsheng initially got medicines from Litong, he insisted that all medicinal products be from big factories.
Even for non-prescription drugs, he required them to be from big factories as well.
He’d rather have lower profits to ensure the safety of the medications.
"Hehe, without a bit of craftiness, you can’t run a business! If these Litong products aren’t sold, they’ll just expire and have to be thrown away. Fortunately, I didn’t get a lot of their health supplements, and they’ve mostly sold out over the past few days."
Li Jingsheng has become much more selective now.
People are like this; as they continuously improve, their standards in all aspects become higher.
The saying "it’s easy to go from frugality to extravagance but hard to go back" speaks to this principle.
He might not even have realized it himself, but his small clinic’s medications are becoming increasingly standardized.
Almost all small companies are like this; they can’t strive for perfection in every aspect initially because they don’t have the means. They can only gradually improve as the company grows and becomes stronger.
Big companies are not afraid of scrutiny; small companies, once checked, will be caught lacking, which is why.
Just as the medicines were being arranged, customers started coming in to buy medicines and seek medical treatment.
The busy day had begun.
Luckily, the new supplies were delivered at eight o’clock; otherwise, a lot of business would have been missed.
By noon, there were still two patients inside receiving intravenous therapy.
Li Jingsheng ordered fast food and took turns having lunch with Tang Ping.
They had no choice; today was just too busy.
Li Jingsheng hadn’t even had time for breakfast.
On the other hand, the clinic’s business was booming for the third day in a row, which made him very happy.
No matter how busy or tired he was, he felt joyful inside.
At this moment, an almost sixty-year-old man walked in. Slightly balding, wearing glasses, thin in build, but his demeanor was outstanding. His face carried an aura of calmness, suggesting he was well-educated.
An inner world rich and a lifetime of academic pursuit could cultivate such an aura.
Only university professors, scholars, and research institute academicians possessed this extraordinary, refreshing demeanor.
"Hello, is there anything you need?"
Li Jingsheng stood up to greet him politely.
"No, I’m just looking around."
The man’s hair was almost entirely white. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back and glanced around the clinic.
Li Jingsheng mused silently, could this customer possibly have some ’male troubles’?
Don’t be fooled by some old scholars looking serious and proper; they’re sometimes more flirtatious than twenty-year-olds, with money and free time to spare, pursuing romantic adventures isn’t a big deal.
Mess around, and they might catch some unwanted trouble.
Because they are prominent figures, they don’t dare to go to big hospitals for treatment, fearing embarrassment.
Thus, going to an inconspicuous small clinic becomes the best option.
However, clinics have long been stigmatized, and finding one they trust is very difficult.
Li Jingsheng’s Sunshine Clinic made the news yesterday and established a reputable image at least.
This man probably read the paper, saw the positive reports on Sunshine Clinic, and came for treatment, which made sense.
Perhaps not quite convinced yet, he wanted to observe first.
Or maybe he saw the infusion room occupied and felt embarrassed to speak.
Li Jingsheng didn’t pry, focusing on his work.
Asking actively wouldn’t help; if the person has needs, they’ll find a chance to speak to him voluntarily.
At most, they’ll lower their voice and inquire quietly.
"Is there only one doctor in this clinic?"
The man asked.
"Yes!"
A small clinic can’t afford two doctors.
Unless the business can keep getting better.
"Are you very good at diagnosing respiratory diseases?"
"I wouldn’t say I’m good, I just know a little bit."
Li Jingsheng began to carefully examine the man.
Initially, he thought the man might have some kind of ’male secret trouble’ due to romantic entanglements, but now it seems it wasn’t.
The man’s voice sounded clear and his breathing was steady, not showing signs of respiratory disease.
"I feel my breathing is a bit tight, can you help me take a look?"
"Sure, please come to the examination table."
Li Jingsheng guided the patient to sit beside the examination table and checked his blood pressure, heart rate, breathing, and listened to his heart and lung sounds; all were normal.
"How is it? Can you prescribe some medicine for me?"
The old man asked.
Li Jingsheng had long found this patient a bit strange, and now seeing the man ask if he can get a prescription without the usual urgency of a normal patient, with eyes showing a hint of cunning.
He couldn’t help but be secretly cautious; the man had been looking around and observing the clinic thoroughly since he entered.
Then asked one question after another.
Claiming to have breathing issues even though he showed no signs of respiratory disease.
Damn, could it be that Boss Zhao, despite being in the hospital, is still causing trouble and found somebody to come disrupt Jingsheng’s clinic business, which has been continuously booming?
"Do you really want me to prescribe some medicine?"
Li Jingsheng asked calmly.
"Of course, give me the best medicine, money is no issue."
The man replied earnestly.
"Rest assured, I’ll definitely prescribe the best medicine for you. May I ask what your usual breathing rate is?"
Li Jingsheng asked casually.
"About 20 times per minute, I guess!"
"Did you ever use an epinephrine shot?"
Li Jingsheng asked again.
The man was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.
"Okay, I know what your condition is. I’ll prescribe something for you right away. I don’t have this medicine here; you might want to check with other clinics."
Li Jingsheng finished speaking and wrote the prescription for the man.
Folded it, handed it to the man.
"Remember, check it after leaving my clinic, otherwise I fear there might be issues."
Li Jingsheng smiled mysteriously.
The man took it with a puzzled expression.
"How much is the diagnosis fee?"
"Free consultation, no charge, take care."
Li Jingsheng replied.
The man took the folded prescription and left the clinic, frowning all the way.
After exiting the clinic, he opened the prescription to take a look and then hurried off as if escaping.
Didn’t even dare to look back into the clinic.
Tang Ping curiously approached.
"Boss, what prescription did you give him? Our clinic has a variety of medicines for treating respiratory diseases, why let him buy outside?"
She was really puzzled.
Although the clinic’s business has gotten better in the last couple of days, we can’t just push patients out like that!
Treating respiratory diseases are the boss’s forte, and the profits are considerable.
Even selling a bottle of cough syrup yields some profit.
Asthma medications are even more profitable.
"That medicine, he actually sells it himself."
Li Jingsheng smiled enigmatically.
"Come on, don’t keep me guessing, just tell me what prescription you gave." Tang Ping’s curiosity was thoroughly piqued, she was dying to know.
She cajoled him to reveal the truth.
"I only wrote six words: Real medicine doesn’t cure fake illness."
Li Jingsheng couldn’t resist her pouting and admitted honestly.
"Huh... What does this mean? Are you saying that man didn’t have any illness at all?" She widened her almond-shaped eyes in surprise.
"That’s right, I examined him, his breathing and lung sounds were normal. Then I deliberately asked two very professional terms, which he naturally understood. This shows he is definitely a fellow practitioner. Can I prescribe medicine to such a person?"
Li Jingsheng’s eyes revealed a glint of wisdom.
To let a small clinic survive for more than nine months amidst fierce competition, though somewhat in distress, was no easy task.
After being schemed against and trapped by Boss Zhao, his sense of crisis and self-protection skills had reached a remarkably high level.
The man earlier tried to trap him, but underestimated him.
Breathing rate, epinephrine; these are extremely professional terms. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺
Especially the term epinephrine, many novice doctors don’t even know what it is.
In operating rooms, during rescues, the lead surgeon anxiously calls out to other doctors to administer an epinephrine shot quickly. Novice doctors look at the lead surgeon in confusion, aren’t there only left and right kidneys?
There have been countless stories of such laughable misunderstandings.
"Boss, brilliant! Which fellow practitioner is this? There are only the Quick Recovery Clinic and Jinkui Clinic nearby, I’ve met most doctors from these two places, but this man was unfamiliar. Coming to our clinic to gather intel is pretty sly; no wonder he fled quickly after seeing your prescription."
Tang Ping said with relief.
"If he isn’t someone sent by Boss Zhao, then he might be from a nearby pharmacy, yet it’s hard to say for sure. Fame comes with caution, and we should remain vigilant." Li Jingsheng advised her.
"Understood."
She nodded earnestly.
Sunshine Clinic has finally reached this point; she doesn’t want to return to square one after barely celebrating for a couple of days. Naturally, she cherishes the hard-won present.
