Chapter 2057: Chapter 1930: Chickenpox (Part 4)

The four patients were just short of kneeling down to Song Xiaodong.

"Well... it’s not like there’s no solution." Song Xiaodong lowered his head, frowned, nodded, and said to the four patients.

"Really? That’s really so great, thank you so much, doctor!"

As soon as they heard what Song Xiaodong said, the patients’ eyes lit up; it was as if they saw hope again.

"But..." It was as if there was something unspeakable that Song Xiaodong couldn’t bring himself to say.

"What is it?" Seeing him like this, the four patients couldn’t help but feel a chill in their hearts again.

"Here’s the thing, your chickenpox is indeed rather rare. Western Medicine basically can’t treat it. If we use Traditional Chinese Medicine, then it can be treated—but you know how it is, when Traditional Chinese Medicine prescribes herbs, it might involve some very expensive medicinal materials, extremely costly. So even if it can be cured, the cost is going to be a big problem. From the looks of it, none of you seem to be from wealthy families, so..." Seeing that the four patients already understood, Song Xiaodong didn’t continue.

"Physician, as long as you can cure us, we’ll pay whatever it costs, we’re in too much pain right now!" the four patients begged Song Xiaodong.

"Sigh..." Song Xiaodong sighed again, looked up at the four patients, and said with an utterly sincere face, "It’s really not that I’m trying to fleece you. You all know, ginseng, Deer Antler, Lingzhi, these things are indeed very expensive on the market. Once they go into a prescription, the medicine won’t be cheap either. I hope you can understand."

"Of course, of course, we understand." The four patients nodded repeatedly.

"All right then." Song Xiaodong nodded, took out a blank sheet of paper from the desk drawer, wrote something on it with a pen, then picked it up and handed it to Lin Su’er.

Lin Su’er was stunned there, not knowing what he meant. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Seeing her spacing out, Song Xiaodong coughed lightly and reminded her, "Assistant Lin, go to the pharmacy and have the medicine dispensed."

"Oh, oh, oh, sure, sure." Lin Su’er snapped back to her senses, shot him a glare, snatched the paper with a swish, turned around, and walked out.

Outside the door of his office, she carefully closed it, unfolded the prescription he’d written, and couldn’t help laughing out loud when she saw it.

Gizzard Skin, Gentian Root, Houttuynia, Geosaurus, Centipede, Licorice Root, Andrographis, Bupleurum, and so on.

Song Xiaodong’s use of herbs was very measured, with extremely small dosages. But these ingredients were either bitter, or fishy, or sour, or just purely disgusting. The dosage was so tiny that the medicinal effect of the herbs would barely kick in, but once decocted the flavor was guaranteed to be refreshingly unforgettable.

So he wasn’t planning to use this prescription to treat the disease at all; he just wanted to brew the patients a wonderfully "delicious" Traditional Chinese Medicine soup for them to enjoy.

Before long, Lin Su’er came back with a pile of herbs and, in a bad mood, dumped them on his desk with a loud smack.

He lifted his eyes, not the least bit angry, then took a small white porcelain bottle out from his Huai, poured out a pitch-black elixir, carefully wrapped it in paper, placed it together with the herbs she had brought, then took out another slip of paper and wrote something on it with a pen. He said to Lin Su’er, "Send this to the decoction room. Have them boil it exactly the way I wrote, and divide it into four portions."

Lin Su’er glared at him again, said nothing, snatched the herbs and the sheet of paper from his hands, and stormed out again, fuming.

Turning back, Song Xiaodong took another sheet of paper, wrote something on it, then raised his head and said to the four patients, "Take it according to the dosage and method I just wrote. What I prescribed just now is for one day. Come back tomorrow so I can see how the treatment is working."

"Okay, okay, thank you so much, Physician!" The four patients were deferential to the extreme.

"All right, then off you go. Pay the fee at the cashier window, then wait at the decoction room."

"Okay, okay, goodbye, Physician!"

The four patients walked out. Vice President Zhao hurried in again. Seeing the four patients just about to leave, he quickly moved aside. After watching them walk off into the distance, he entered Song Xiaodong’s office and gently closed the door.

Chapter 1933 You Know What I Mean, Right?

"Vice President Zhao, did you need something from me?" Song Xiaodong played dumb while knowing perfectly well and asked him.

"Mm, here’s the thing, Mr. Song. I feel there’s something strange about this outbreak of chickenpox, so I wanted to come specially to consult you." Vice President Zhao put on an attitude of humbly seeking instruction, lowered his head slightly, and looked at him with a face full of reverence.

"Strange? Strange how?" Song Xiaodong raised an eyebrow and asked.

"Here’s the situation: I just went to check on the outpatient department, and I found that we know a lot of these chickenpox patients—they’re all people who previously came to our hospital to cause trouble!" Vice President Zhao cast him a probing look.

"Really? That much of a coincidence? After they got their compensation, did they all go to some celebration banquet together and eat something that might cause an allergic reaction? Could it be food poisoning?" Song Xiaodong asked him.

"Mr. Song, food poisoning doesn’t present with chickenpox-like symptoms!"

"Then what are you thinking?" Song Xiaodong kept him hanging and asked.

"Mr. Song, you’re our hospital’s benefactor. Strictly speaking, I shouldn’t be asking this. But what happened today is just too odd, so I still want to ask." At this point, Vice President Zhao suddenly paused and used his eyes to carefully observe Song Xiaodong’s reaction.