ancient female doctor

Chapter 394 Upstart

There is a term called nouveau riche, which is used to describe the kind of people who suddenly make a fortune or gain power suddenly.It's really not a very good word.
Similarly, the face of the person who is crowned with this title is also very speechless.

The current Song Siwen is almost such an upstart.

After struggling in Tai Hospital for half his life, he got into the position of Youyi Zheng from the fourth rank, but Song Siwen was still the most marginal figure in Tai Hospital.

There is no other reason, just because he was born in a poor family and has no backer.

Actually, it's a bit... Well, it's not easy to describe, anyway, his thinking is a bit different from normal people.

Now, Song Siwen has finally ushered in a turning point in his life. He was bold or fooled, and after doing such a drug-prescribing act, although he is still the right doctor, but now, the entire Tai Hospital From top to bottom, those who used to be dismissive of him, now that they see him, don't they curry favor with him?Don't win over him, don't please him?
To put it bluntly, what he said in the Tai Hospital now is many times more effective than the medical supervisor of the Tai Hospital.

Moreover, he is also very clear that he will be the medical supervisor of the Tai Hospital in a short time.So, early on, he regarded himself as a medical supervisor.

And because Pan Mingfeng has to use it now, and Pan Mingfeng also thinks of him as 'good'.Of course, this 'good' is what he thought.

Now, those lieutenant generals, assistant generals and even deputy guard commanders of the imperial guards all looked at him differently.

But if he asks for something, basically nothing can't be done.

Just like what happened in Qianjintang this time.

In fact, Song Siwen is not a poor man.His medical skills are one of the few in the imperial hospital, and his salary from a fourth-rank doctor is not bad. When he went to the homes of princes and ministers for treatment, he was soft-hearted with red envelopes as a thank you.

But being poor or not poor depends on who you compare yourself with.

Compared with the medical superintendent, Zuo Yizheng, and even the medical officers whose positions are not as high as his, he can be said to be extremely poor.

Once he gains power now, he naturally has to make good plans for himself and future generations.

The most important thing is to get a lot of money. Only when you have money can you build a luxury house, and you can buy good land if you have money.

As for how to get money?After thinking hard, Song Siwen turned his attention to Qianjintang, the best, largest, most famous and most profitable pharmacy in Shangjing.

It is true that Qianjintang has a backer, but the backer of Qianjintang will soon become obsolete.

According to his thinking, he just needs to think of a way to use the Qianjintang to take advantage of it. By the way, let the Qianjintang see and see the ability of Mr. Song who is different from the past. Holding up the stock, crying and shouting, begging him to take care of him?
Song Siwen leaned on the soft sedan, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his body swayed slightly with the soft sedan, with a smug smile on his face, as if he saw himself moving into a mansion that took up half of the alley and bought tens of millions of dollars. Hectares of fertile fields, warehouses full of money and food, crowds of servants, and a busy scene in front of the gate.

The more I thought about it, the more I couldn't keep my mouth shut.

After a while, the soft sedan stopped, and the respectful voice of the attendants sounded outside the sedan: "My lord, we have arrived."

Hearing the sound outside, Song Siwen woke up from his dream, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, deliberately put on a serious look, cleared his throat, and said in a serious voice, "Let's get off the sedan chair."

As soon as Song Siwen's words fell, the entourage outside shouted for a long time: "Get off the sedan chair..."

After the sedan chair landed, the curtain was pulled aside courteously, and the attendant from before dragged it out and shouted: "Lord Song is here!"

After the entourage outside finished shouting, Song Siwen came out of the sedan chair. As soon as he got out of the sedan chair, he held his head high and looked up to the sky, without paying attention to the surrounding situation at all.

Then, Song Siwen put his hands behind his back, took a figure-of-eight step, and walked slowly towards the Qianjintang Cailou.

I don't know it at all. Many people look at him like they look at the monkey juggling.

Naturally, Qingzhu also saw Song Siwen's posture, and felt very funny in his heart, but said in his mouth: "What kind of Mr. Song is this? Such a big air?" After speaking, Qingzhu curled his lips and clicked twice.

"It's probably Song Siwen, the right doctor of the imperial hospital." Pei Zimo said with a slight disdain, pulling the corner of his mouth.

"So it's him..." Qing Zhu's voice was somewhat meaningful.

Before, she felt that Song Siwen was not very smart, and he dared to break the taboo of doctors, especially imperial doctors, by prescribing medicine to people. Now it seems that he really doesn't have enough brains.It's still not much, she just doesn't know how to restrain herself, I'm afraid that in the future, the speed of bad luck will be faster than she imagined.

Song Siwen went up to the second floor, still ignoring the situation around him, just cleared his throat, and pretended to be reserved and said: "Everyone, please listen to me, there must be some misunderstanding here, Qianjintang has always been Dutiful businessmen will not do such outrageous things. For the sake of this official, please don't make things difficult for Qianjintang anymore, and I will go to Shangfeng to express my feelings to you later."

After Song Siwen finished speaking, he didn't hear the expected promise. He felt a little displeased, cleared his throat again, and was about to say it again, but he heard the attendant around him calling him in a low voice.

"Let's talk about it later, I didn't see if I have anything to solve?" Song Siwen said displeased.

Song Siwen's entourage had no choice but to whisper, "My lord, this situation doesn't seem right..."

"What's wrong?" Song Siwen said, and finally he was willing to look up to the second floor. How could he know that after seeing it, he suddenly felt that there was something wrong with his eyes. When he looked again, he still didn't see anything. Seeing the guards who were supposed to be here, guarding Qianjintang and others, they were dumbfounded.

"Master Song, what are you looking at?" Shopkeeper Lin San naturally knew Song Siwen, and when he saw Song Siwen's appearance, he said quietly.

At this moment, Song Siwen didn't care about the disrespectful tone of the little 'grassman', and he was in a daze, so he asked, "Where's the person?"

"People? Aren't those present and those downstairs all human? What's wrong with Mr. Song? You can't even see the sea of ​​people?" Shopkeeper Lin San continued, his words sounded sarcasm.

"Presumptuous!" Song Siwen's entourage shouted sharply after hearing the words and looking at shopkeeper Lin San.

Song Siwen was still a little out of shape, and said in a daze, "I mean, where are the guards?"

"Guards? Oh, Mr. Song is talking about those officers and soldiers who came to search? They have left." Shopkeeper Lin San said in a drawn-out voice.

(End of this chapter)