pharmaceutical giant

Chapter 14 The beginning of everything is difficult
The young beauty gently rubbed the bumped arm, probably because Zhang Chi was very polite, but she was not angry, and said softly, "I'm fine."

It's fine.

Zhang Chi gave the young beauty an apologetic look.

The young beauty smiled slightly at Zhang Chi, and then walked into the Rheumatology and Immunology Department anxiously and hurriedly.Zhang Chi didn't leave immediately, but was a little curious.

After watching the beautiful woman go in and could no longer be seen again, Zhang Chi withdrew his gaze.

Zhang Chi guessed in his heart.

She is definitely not the doctors and nurses here, but a family member of the patient. Could it be that someone in her family also suffers from rheumatoid arthritis and is hospitalized here?

Zhang Chi's guess was very correct.

Hu Bingyue's father, Hu Mingkuan, is being treated here. He just went through the hospitalization procedures yesterday afternoon, and this morning there is another expert consultation. A very famous expert came from the capital. Hu Bingyue put down the work at hand and hurried to the hospital.

She opened the door and walked into one of the VIP wards, and said with a worried face: "Dad, I was delayed by some company matters, and I came a little late."

The environment of the ward is very good, as expected of a VIP ward, there is a middle-aged man in the ward, he is Hu Mingkuan.

Judging from his complexion and manner, he did not look like a patient in any way.He was not lying on the hospital bed, but was sitting on the sofa, looking at some information on the phone just now.

Seeing his daughter coming in, Hu Mingkuan stood up and said with a relaxed expression: "Xiaoyue, I'm fine, you made all the fuss, and you even invited experts from the capital for consultation. You see, I can eat and sleep, it's just that there is something wrong with my joints." It's just comfortable..."

While speaking, he also turned around, as if using these movements to tell Hu Bingyue that he was fine.

Hu Bingyue is very filial, she doesn't think so, and advised: "Father, your status is different, and you can't have any problems with your body. The doctor has diagnosed it. There is no doubt that you have rheumatoid arthritis. Although the situation is not serious now , but not to be taken lightly.”

"I'm fine, it's because you are too nervous." Hu Mingkuan said.

"Father, this disease is no different than other diseases. It must be cured as soon as possible, otherwise it will be very troublesome in the future, especially when the weather is cold, you need to pay special attention to maintenance. You must not let the joints catch cold. In addition, when the weather changes, the joints will be damaged. Comfortable, even painful."

She talked a lot in one breath, persuading her father, in order to make her father take it seriously from the heart.

Two years ago, Hu Mingkuan should have suffered from rheumatoid arthritis, but he didn't take it seriously and didn't tell his daughter.

It wasn't until a thunderstorm last month that he felt a little uncomfortable and had a little difficulty walking, which was discovered by Hu Bingyue.

At Hu Bingyue's insistence, she visited the hospital last time and was diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis, and the doctor suggested hospitalization.

Hu Mingkuan didn't go to the hospital immediately because he had a lot of affairs at hand, but he didn't go through the hospitalization procedures yesterday afternoon until he had dealt with all the affairs in a hurry.

The father and daughter were chatting. Not long after, there was movement outside the door, and then there was a knock on the door. A group of people in white coats pushed the door open.

If Zhang Chi were here, he would definitely be shocked. Among the group of white coats were not only the director of the hospital, but also two vice directors.

The other few people were either experts from the hospital, or experts invited from the capital. A total of seven or eight people entered this VIP ward.

At this time, Zhang Chi had already left the hospital.

At this moment, Zhang Chi felt a little lost and depressed.

It seems that I am too objective, and I take it for granted. It may take a long-term plan. It may not be possible to rush to sell my medicine like just now.

Well, I need to think of another way, what should I do next...
Zhang Chi thought as he walked.

The fragrance of wine is also afraid of the deep alley.

The medicine is a good medicine, and it has special effects on treating rheumatoid arthritis. Basically, one or two doses of medicine can see the curative effect. Drinking a few doses of medicine can play a very good effect, and drinking a few more doses of medicine can completely cure it. .

It's a pity that no one would believe such a good medicine.In the entire Nanjiang City, no one tried this medicine. Hey, this matter is a little difficult, and a breakthrough is needed.

Maybe, I should...

Zhang Chi thought of a way and was going to try it.

Well, do some preparations today, and try your luck tomorrow. If you are lucky, will you really win one or two customers?

Holding a glimmer of hope, Zhang Chi planned to try again tomorrow, but instead of going to the hospital, he went to another street in Nanjiang City.

East Wood Street, like West Wood Street, is quite famous throughout Nanjiang City.

West Wood Street is a famous antique street, while East Wood Street has gathered many quacks, most of whom are fortune tellers, and there are also some people who set up stalls claiming to have secret recipes handed down from their ancestors that can cure some intractable diseases.

After some simple preparations, Zhang Chi appeared on East Wood Street.

I went to the hospital yesterday to get a bad nose, and I am going to try my luck here today.

A small bench, a small playing card with the words "Ancestral Secret Recipe for Rheumatoid Arthritis" and so on. Zhang Chi sat there quietly with a small satchel on his back, waiting for customers to come to his door.

In the satchel, there were several packs of medicine that Zhang Chi had decocted this morning, in small transparent medicine bags.At this moment, Zhang Chi looked around while waiting for the business to arrive.

It's a mixed bag here.

I don't know how my luck is today, God bless, I must open my business today...

In fact, Zhang Chi lacked confidence in his heart. He took a general look at it just now. There are at least six "colleagues" like Zhang Chi who claim to have a secret recipe passed down from his ancestors that can cure rheumatoid arthritis.

Others, some specialize in treating beriberi, body odor, etc., and some even claim to have secret recipes handed down from their ancestors to treat diabetes and high blood pressure.

Throughout the morning, no business came to the door.

Walking in front of Zhang Chi, there were three or five people who stopped to ask questions, but Zhang Chi offered 500 yuan a pack of medicine, and the eyes of others were a little different, and they almost scolded him for being crazy.

Simply, Zhang Chi took out a pen and added a line of words on the card in front of him, "2000 yuan for a course of treatment, no counter-offering, two courses of treatment include radical treatment."

In this way, no one even came to ask.

In the afternoon, an uncle next to Zhang Chi kindly reminded, "Young man, you are too dark like this, you can't do it like this, you have to be like me."

Hearing this, Zhang Chi smiled wryly and shook his head.

This uncle sells beriberi medicine. He claims to have a secret recipe handed down from his ancestors. It only costs 40 yuan a pack, and he says that one pack is effective.In one morning, he did several businesses and earned as little as 200 yuan.

His beriberi medicine is so cheap, whether it is effective or not, then I don't know.

Zhang Chi thought in his heart, Uncle, you are cheating everyone, and you know how to make small profits but sell quickly. Brother, I am not lying, I am a real good medicine.

Seeing that Zhang Chi didn't adopt his suggestion, the middle-aged uncle just smiled and didn't pay attention to Zhang Chi any more. He was busy with his work again, and some customers came to buy his beriberi medicine.

In the afternoon, the sun sets.

Zhang Chi looked at the time and thought in his heart, in about half an hour, I will close the stall. It seems that today is a busy day.

Try again tomorrow, if there is still no business, then you can only find another way.

At this time, a red Porsche came out of Dongmu Street, and a very beautiful woman got out of the car.

The beauty's complexion was not very good, her brows were slightly frowned, she got out of the car and looked at Dongmu Street, gritted her teeth, and walked into this noisy street.

She is Hu Bingyue.

……

(End of this chapter)