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Chapter 13 Treated as a Neuropathy

Seeing Meng Xiang looking at him so solemnly, Zhang Chi smiled easily.

"It's not very difficult, in fact, as long as you help me collect some information."

So that's the case.

Meng Xiang almost patted his chest and said, "Brother Chi, what information do you want me to collect for you?"

Zhang Chi had already thought about this point.

The main purpose is to collect information on some patients with severe rheumatoid arthritis. In addition, the patients' families should be relatively wealthy, the richer kind.

Zhang Chi's medicine is more expensive, and the asking price may be higher.

If a patient with an average family background charged a high price, Zhang Chi felt that he could not do such a thing.If the other party's family has money and doesn't care about the amount of money, it will be better, and Zhang Chi doesn't have a lot of pressure in his heart.

"Meng Xiang, you are still working in the hospital, help me collect some information on patients with severe rheumatoid arthritis..."

Zhang Chi said some of his requirements.

Everything is expensive, not more.

At least two requirements must be met. First, he suffers from severe rheumatoid arthritis. He spent a lot of money and went to many big hospitals, but the disease has not been completely cured.In addition, the family must have money, so that Zhang Chi can make an offer and make the first pot of gold conveniently and quickly.

Meng Xiang listened carefully.

Although he didn't understand why Zhang Chi made such a strange request for the time being, it seemed that he was looking for some patients like this, but he still agreed.

"Brother Chi, this is a piece of cake."

He agreed immediately. This is the advantage of being a doctor in a hospital. It is not difficult to learn information about several patients.

Zhang Chi thanked: "Meng Xiang, thank you so much, contact me as soon as you have any news."

"Okay, Brother Chi, just wait for my call."

After eating, Meng Xiang rushed to pay the bill, but Zhang Chi didn't insist.

Let Meng Xiang treat this meal. When I earn money, I will invite him to have a good meal.

The two walked out of the steamed vegetable restaurant talking and laughing.Meng Xiang had to go to work in the afternoon, so he went straight back to the hospital.Zhang Chi walked slowly along the side of the street.

While walking, I was thinking about starting my own business.

The biggest shortage right now is money.

Zhang Chi also thought about getting a loan online, but considering the high interest and cost, he gave up this idea.

If one or two wealthy patients can be found and their severe rheumatoid arthritis can be cured in one fell swoop, then the funds for opening the clinic will probably be available.

In addition to thinking about his own business in the future, Zhang Chi also bought some things, such as sand pots for decocting medicine, disposable medicine bags and so on.

The medicine bag is a kind of plastic bag specially used to hold traditional Chinese medicine. It is a disposable product. Zhang Chi bought dozens of them at a pharmacy.

After buying all these things, Zhang Chi returned to his rental room.

Although this rental house is a bit more expensive, it has a bathroom, balcony and kitchen, and it is worth the money.Now it is very suitable, it can be very convenient to decoct medicine.

After buying all the medicinal materials needed in the morning, Zhang Chi prepared the first medicine, decocted the medicine himself, then put the decocted medicine in a small fresh-keeping bag, sealed it, and put it in the Keep fresh in the refrigerator.

the next day.

It has to be said that Meng Xiang's efficiency is still very high.

Just after eating breakfast at the breakfast shop outside, Zhang Chi received a call from Meng Xiang, "Brother Chi, I found out that there is such a patient in the Department of Rheumatology and Immunology. He suffers from severe rheumatoid arthritis. Because of taking medicine for a long time, his physical condition has been relatively bad. According to the rheumatology and immunology doctor, it may cause complications. In addition, his family is very rich..."

After inquiring about the situation, Zhang Chi told it exactly.

After listening, Zhang Chi immediately said, "I'll be right over."

After speaking, Zhang Chi hung up the phone, full of hope, striding towards the hospital.Because he had worked in this hospital for nearly two years, Zhang Chi was familiar with it.

At the entrance of the Department of Rheumatology and Immunology, Zhang Chi saw Meng Xiang.

"Brother Chi."

Zhang Chi nodded, "What's the patient's name, and what's the bed number."

"The patient's name is Ou Jinhai. He is over 70 years old and has 42 beds."

"Well, I understand, so don't follow me in." Zhang Chi said.

Meng Xiang is still a doctor in this hospital now, wearing a white coat, so it's not appropriate to follow Zhang Chi in like this, Zhang Chi is considered more thoughtful.

"Well, Brother Chi, go in by yourself." Meng Xiang knew this.

Zhang Chi gave Meng Xiang a thankful look, and then slowly walked into the Department of Rheumatology and Immunology.

Zhang Chi had only been to this department once or twice, and the doctors and nurses in this department naturally didn't know Zhang Chi, thinking they were the patient's family members.

He entered the Department of Rheumatology and Immunology without difficulty, and while walking inside, Zhang Chi was thinking in his mind how to speak next.

Prepare to say how the other party believes in yourself.

I don't have much background in rushing to sell my own medicine like this, but there is no way, it depends on luck.

Zhang Chi thought so, and finally arrived at the door of the ward with 42 beds. This is a VIP ward with only one bed in it.

The door was ajar, and through the crack, Zhang Chi saw an old man lying on the hospital bed, obviously a patient.There was also a middle-aged couple inside.

Faintly, the sobbing of a middle-aged woman came from inside.

Taking a deep breath, trying to calm down his slightly nervous mood, Zhang Chi knocked on the door lightly, then pushed the door lightly and walked in.

When the middle-aged man inside saw Zhang Chi, he felt very strange, and his face darkened, and he said in a deep voice, "Who are you and what are you doing here?"

Zhang Chi smiled, "Hi, excuse me, I am actually a doctor, and I have a secret recipe handed down from my ancestors, which is very effective in treating rheumatoid arthritis..."

In the current situation, he can only report his doctor's identity first, and then use the guise of the secret recipe passed down from his ancestors. This is what Zhang Chi thought just now.

The middle-aged man was obviously very impatient, and waved his hands irritably: "Get out for me."

Zhang Chi was taken aback, of course he would not go out so easily, he still said with a smile on his face: "I am really a doctor, here is my medical license, this prescription of mine is really effective, you can try it for free first .”

While talking, Zhang Chi took out from his bag the pair of medicines that he cooked himself and packed in a fresh-keeping bag, and gently placed them on the table next to the hospital bed.

At this time, the middle-aged man's face was already very gloomy.

Zhang Chi hurriedly said: "This is my contact information. If you need anything, please call the number on the note."

After speaking, Zhang Chi quickly left the phone number he had prepared. It was a note with Zhang Chi's phone number written on it.

After leaving this note, Zhang Chi didn't dare to stay any longer, knowing that the middle-aged man would probably get angry if he kept talking.

When he walked to the door and was about to leave the ward, Zhang Chi couldn't help being startled when he heard the phrase "crazy", and then shook his head with a wry smile.

This approach will not work.

No one will believe in themselves.

Zhang Chi's mood was a little low, a little frustrated, he walked towards the Department of Rheumatology and Immunology with his head down, thinking a lot in his mind.

He died before he got out of the apprenticeship.

It seems that we need to re-plan and take a long-term plan.

"Oh!"

"oops!"

Zhang Chi, who was walking with his head bowed, was startled, and hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't hurt you."

I just walked with my head down and accidentally bumped into someone.

After apologizing, Zhang Chi finally saw the person he was bumped into, he was slightly taken aback, and exclaimed in his heart, what a beautiful young lady.

No, to be precise, it should be a white-collar beauty, because this young lady is wearing a professional suit, beautiful and a little cold.

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(End of this chapter)