Rebirth 90: I opened a hospital in Shencheng

Chapter 17 Opening the door for business is equal to fishing!
Leaving from Xiang Wenhao's stall, Nie Chen went directly to the printer warehouse, and typed another letter from the Chinese Medicine Society to recommend patients from the Aihua Clinic.

The name of the patient who will be sent today is Zhang Jingying, who lives at No. 21 Cuizhu Road.

It is a single-family house with a large courtyard built on land purchased by the family.

Her illness was the same as Zhou Caifeng's, both of which had moles on her cheeks.

In mid-May, 1990, I went to Shencheng People's Hospital for consultation.

Zhang Jingying's family was well-off, but in 1990, like other women with the same condition, she suffered from the lack of a suitable surgical plan.

After Nie Chen finished typing this letter to Zhang Junying, he flicked the stamped envelope with his fingers, pulled the switch pull cord of the light bulb with a snap, turned off the light bulb, and closed the warehouse door. Walk back to the home in Aihua Community.

All the letters sent out, and the plans proposed in the letters, are clearly tailored for each patient's different conditions.

But there are still no patients who come to consult.

However, the debt repayment time agreed upon by myself and my second uncle Nie Jisheng was two and a half months later.

From the current point of view, Zhong Lanlan's ability to complete the operation is already a solid first step.

This morning, Professor Yang Haikun, who put down his business and came to Shenzhen from Hong Kong Island to discuss the content of the thesis with himself, and decided to set up an experimental subject, greatly increased Nie Chen's confidence in the future of Aihua Clinic.

Nie Chen calculated the time and reckoned that the papers sent to 120 London Wall tomorrow would be delivered to Robin Fox, editor-in-chief of the editorial department of The Lancet.

With Professor Yang Haikun as a bridge between the Chinese and the editorial office of The Lancet in London, it is almost guaranteed that the paper will be published in the main journal within ten days after it arrives in The Lancet.

Once it was published in The Lancet, Nie Chen had already figured out how to package this matter.

However, no matter whether it is sending out a letter inviting patients to come for consultation, or sending a paper to the "Lancet" in London, there is no feedback yet.

Eight o'clock the next morning.

Nie Chen and Chen Chunmei went to the Jingtian villa area in the Duke car driven by Zhong Rongjun, where they changed Zhong Lanlan's medicine and gave her an injection.

"It hurts." Zhong Lanlan aggrieved Baba and finished the liquid nutrition meal, "It started to hurt at six in the morning, and the side of the wound was a little itchy, and I didn't dare to scratch it."

Nie Chen removed the gauze from Zhong Lanlan's face, and let Zhong Lanlan's wound shine in front of the oven lamp for 5 minutes.

"Recovery is going well, no inflammation, dry wound. It appears that you and your family are keeping up with the care requirements very well."

Nie Chen gently touched Zhong Lanlan's delicate and fair skin next to the wound, Zhong Lanlan flinched slightly, and let Nie Chen's fingers massage her skin.

The recovery of facial skin sutures depends not only on the doctor's own skills, but also on whether the patient's physique will be allergic to sutures.

After [-] hours of operation, it can be seen that Zhong Lanlan's operation has been successful.

Recovery is good.

After changing the gauze, Nie Chen and Zhong Lanlan's mother, Yin Meijing, who was accompanying her, reiterated the importance of diet and environment.

Then Chen Chunmei was left to give Zhong Lanlan an injection, and she returned to Aihua Clinic in Zhong Rongjun's car.

"Panasonic fax machine, let me tell you, this thing is hard currency this year!"

Xiang Wenhao installed a fax machine in Aihua Clinic.

Ring, ring, ring.

The fax machine rang. Xiang Wenhao picked up the phone and said into the phone: "It's installed. Let's fax it over."

Amidst the creaking sound, I saw the thermal paper of the fax machine turning, and a piece of paper with the handwritten words "Xiangjia stalls" printed on it came out.

"The lines are beautiful and the handwriting is clear. This is the magic of copying over time and space."

Xiang Wenhao stroked the fax machine and sang to Nie Chen, "The whole machine including the installation fee will give you a broken bone, and my brother will reluctantly charge you 6000 yuan."

Nie Chen smiled and handed eight hundred-yuan bills to Xiang Wenhao.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Chen Chunmei returned to Aihua Clinic in a private car.

She put it away, looking as excited as yesterday, and sat on the couch in a daze after cleaning.

"Brother Chen, I swear that I will live in a villa like Zhong Lanlan's for the rest of my life." Chen Chunmei clenched her fists, straightened her waist and said to Nie Chen.

Five Senses Surgery Clinic of the People's Hospital, [-] kilometers away from the Aihua Clinic.

"At present, this is the only solution our hospital can offer, and the conditions are limited."

The attending doctor Song Dongyang expressed euphemistically to the eighteen or nineteen-year-old young woman with a black mole on her face that he could not fulfill her request.

"Doctor, I'm a rough man. Is it because I'm here that you don't want to operate on my daughter? Then I'll go?!"

Wearing a gold chain, with a thick tiger head tattooed on his chest, and a cigarillo in his hand, the patient's father put his palm on Dr. Song Dongyang's shoulder and asked, spitting.

"Well, I'll write the address of an outpatient clinic. You can go here to inquire and see if the doctor is willing to operate on you."

Song Dongyang quickly wrote down the address of Aihua Clinic and Nie Chen's name on the medical schedule, and stuffed the list into the patient's father's thick palm.

"Next." Song Dongyang shouted to the patient who was behind the young girl Zhou Caifeng.

"Aihua clinic? Fengfeng, in the letter we received a few days ago, the clinic recommended by the Chinese Medicine Department seems to be called Aihua clinic, right?"

"It seems to be, Dad, didn't you say that these letters are all liars?"

"It's different from what the doctor personally introduced." Zhou Caifeng's father, Zhou De, chuckled, "If the doctor is collaborating with scammers in defrauding, then he won't be able to escape the temple if he runs away."

"Last night, in the Chinese women's table tennis women's team match, the Chinese team composed of Chen Zihe, Deng Yaping and Qiao Hong defeated the North Korean players with a score of [-]-[-] in both singles and one doubles, thus winning [-]-[-]. The record won the championship!"

At ten o'clock in the morning on May 24th, Nie Chen returned from Zhong Lanlan's home to the Aihua Clinic. Nie Chen sat alone on the short sofa, listening to the radio broadcast, crackling his abacus, calculating the balance on hand and how to publicize the paper after it was published. .

"Are you Dr. Nie Chen?"

A yellow van was parked at the door of Aihua Clinic, smoking a cigarillo, showing his chest, and dangling a big gold chain. Zhou De, who was tall and thick, asked questions as soon as he entered the door.

And his daughter Zhou Caifeng shyly followed behind him, looking at the magnificently decorated and upscale reception area of ​​the outpatient clinic.

"I'm Nie Chen, please sit down, both of you."

Nie Chen's eyes swept over the black mole on the girl's face behind the man, and he already understood the two's intentions.

I couldn't help jumping with joy in my heart.

Opening the door to do business is actually similar to that of a fisherman.

Even if the best material is used to make a nest, at the same time, his fishing skills are strong enough.

Fishing spots also have fish.

But if Tiantian is in the air force, even fishing masters will still doubt themselves, wondering if they have done something wrong.

"Name Zhou Caifeng, age 19..."

Nie Chen, who was sitting on the short sofa, was writing the medical records with a hero pen in his hand.

(End of this chapter)