"Although strength is difficult to control, it is not without solutions. We Chinese medicine practitioners can no longer rest on our laurels. We must be innovative and enterprising. We can definitely find a manufacturer of medical machinery and customize a batch of specific strength data that I can measure.

The instrument allows the pulse-cutting anesthesia method to be widely used on patients within a fixed period of time."

The more Ding Ning thought about it, the clearer his ideas became. He stood up and paced back and forth excitedly: "In this case, although there are still great limitations, it will allow our Chinese medicine to take the first step towards large-scale development."

"Yeah, why didn't we think of that!" Mr. Zhang and Mr. Hu jumped up excitedly and cheered.

Although force is difficult to control, today's technology is so advanced that as long as accurate force data is available, it is not difficult to create a precise force instrument. This solves the problem that the pulse-cutting anesthesia method cannot be widely used.

"Two old men, don't be so excited. This is just my preliminary idea, and it is only theoretically feasible. It has not been clinically tested. In line with the attitude of being responsible for the safety of patients' lives, and for the first shot of our traditional Chinese medicine resuscitation, we can

To start successfully, we must first recruit trial participants and conduct clinical trials of at least a thousand cases to confirm that it is feasible. Otherwise, if a medical accident occurs, we will be in big trouble."

Ding Ning was not carried away by the excitement. Instead, he analyzed calmly that this was his fantastic idea, but it required the cooperation of two old Chinese medicine doctors. First, where could he find a patient for clinical trials?

He was stumped.

"We don't need to find people who need surgery. Patients with headaches and brain fever can participate in the trial. With Lao Zhang and I's reputation, there is no problem for a thousand patients."

Mr. Hu was still immersed in excitement, patting his chest and taking over the tasks of testing and recording data.

"Yes, I think there is no problem. Mr. Hu and I both have our own chain of clinics, and our apprentices are all over the country. A thousand patients participate in the test. For us, it doesn't take a day's work, just to be on the safe side.

, we tested it ourselves and let a few proud apprentices be responsible for recording the data."

The wrinkles on Zhang Lao's smiling face were blooming.

Only then did Ding Ning remember that these two were the Beidou in the field of traditional Chinese medicine. How many people wanted to seek medical advice from them every day. This was the role of reputation. In his opinion, the most difficult problem was in their eyes.

It doesn't matter at all.

"In this case, I will be discharged from the hospital now and contact the precision instrument manufacturer immediately to manufacture a force meter based on my force data!"

After solving the biggest problem, other things will be easy. Ding Ning couldn't wait to stand up and take off his hospital gown. If it weren't for the two elders exchanging medical skills every day, he wouldn't be too lazy to stay here.

"Senior brother, do you have money?" Mr. Hu said suddenly, which made Ding Ning confused. In his excitement, he ignored the most important thing.

You have to pay a deposit to manufacture precision instruments. He is a newly graduated unemployed person. Although he has been working part-time and studying in these years, he has not saved much money. He only has more than 2,000 yuan in the bank and sleeps there.

.

He scratched his head in embarrassment: "It shouldn't cost much to make a few first. I still have more than two thousand yuan in my card."

Mr. Hu chuckled and said: "What's the use? The most expensive one to make instruments is the first one."

"How do you say this?" Ding Ning had not been exposed to this industry yet and asked humbly.

"Because no matter what kind of instrument it is, a mold that meets the standard requirements must first be made. With this mold that meets the standard, model production can be carried out according to this standard later. Therefore, the first sample mold that meets the standard requirements is

It’s the most expensive one. Let’s do this. If you have half a million in this bank card, you can use it first. And

This business card was given to me by one of my patients. His name is Xia Ziyu. He is the CEO of Ninghai Precision Technology Instrument Company. We will definitely not need many force meters for the first phase of the test. For a small business like this, he usually

If he won’t answer, I’ll give him a call later, and then you go to him with your business card, I believe he will give me face.”

Mr. Hu smiled and took out a bank card and business card with a password written on them and handed them to him.

"How can this be done? I can't ask for your money." Ding Ning quickly shook his head and refused, but he took the business card.

"I also have half a million. You use it first. Don't tell us so clearly. Mr. Hu and I have benefited a lot from studying with you for a few days. This little money is not even enough for tuition. You don't have to feel guilty.

Once the pulse-cutting anesthesia method can be widely used, this small amount of money will be nothing compared to the benefits it will bring to our two clinics."

Mr. Zhang reached out and took the bank card from Mr. Hu's hand, and stuffed his own bank card into Ding Ning's hand.

Seeing their sincere expressions, Ding Ning had no choice but to accept it and couldn't help joking: "You just believe me so much, aren't you afraid that I will take the money and run away?"

"Haha, with my senior brother's medical skills, if you want money, just open your mouth, and the Shen family will be willing to give you thousands or eight million at any time. You can still take this little money seriously. You don't believe us.

vision."

Mr. Hu and Mr. Zhang said with a smile while stroking their beards.

Ding Ning smiled, what they said was true. I am afraid that Shen Muqing's disease is the only one in the world that can be cured. Let alone Qian'er's 8 million, even if he asked for 120 million, they would give it.

It's just that the fourth master who taught him medical skills, Sister Qiao, once told him sternly that doctors are kind-hearted and can only receive a consultation fee of two hundred for each visit, otherwise they will be expelled from the practice.

Thinking of this, Ding Ning slapped her forehead and said, "No, I forgot that I haven't collected the consultation fee from Miss Shen yet."

"I almost forgot if you didn't mention it. How much is the consultation fee? I'll give it to you right away!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Shen Muqing opened the door and walked in naturally, making Ding Ning extremely embarrassed, her face turned red and she scratched the back of her head.

Mr. Hu and Mr. Zhang stood aside with smiles, waiting to see how Ding Ning would deal with it.

They had long noticed that Ding Ning always had a calm demeanor when facing anyone, which made them subconsciously ignore his age.

Only when facing Shen Muqing did he show the shyness and childishness expected of his age group.

Of course, this is because they did not see Ding Ning nodding and bending in front of Ling Yun with a flattering look on his face, otherwise his glorious image in their hearts would be completely overturned.

Every time he saw this beautiful woman, his heartbeat would speed up unconsciously.

Especially when her eyes were as clear as water and seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, he always felt ashamed that she could see through all his thoughts and that the evil in his heart had nowhere to hide.

This is a woman with a clear mind, wisdom like a demon, and delicate bells and whistles. She can only be observed from a distance but not played with. It is better to keep a distance from her.

Ding Ning smiled unnaturally at Shen Muqing: "Well, haha, you're here, you sit down first!"

"Well, you can tell me how much the consultation fee is."

Shen Muqing sat down on the guest sofa and looked at him with interest, her deep eyes staring at him, making him blush.

Although it is natural for a doctor to ask for medical fees, he has a very special feeling for Shen Muqing, so it is really difficult for him to ask for this.

Especially when she overheard what he said about asking for medical treatment money just now, which made him feel even more embarrassed. His face was as hot as fire and he felt ashamed.

"Phew!" The two old guys winked and eavesdropped. They couldn't help laughing. Every time they saw Ding Ning's helpless look, they felt very amused. Ding Ning hurriedly avoided Shen Muqing's gaze and fiercely He glared hard at the two old guys.

Mr. Hu and Mr. Zhang gave him an ambiguous wink, and said goodbye knowingly. With their status, they were naturally the distinguished guests of Dean Zhou, and their food and accommodation were arranged by the hospital.

Ding Ning took a deep breath to calm down the fluctuating emotions in his heart and regain his composure. He looked directly into Shen Muqing's eyes and said with a hint of apology: "I do want the medical fee. This is my master's rule. I can't break it!"

Shen Muqing said expressionlessly: "How much do you want? Make a price!"

In her heart, she was full of affection for Ding Ning. Her mother and brother did not like him before, but she always insisted on her opinion that Ding Ning was a kind-hearted person who did not seek fame or fortune.

For this reason, she also made a bet with Shen Muyang, saying that Ding Ning regarded her as a friend and would never ask for medical fees. He would save her only because he was kind-hearted and would never have other thoughts.

However, Shen Muyang insisted that Ding Ning had a complex mind and would definitely push for further. The terms he negotiated with Ye Shulan at the beginning were to retreat in order to advance, treating the Shen family as a fat sheep to gain more benefits.

So Shen Muqing is very disappointed now. What she cares about is not the money, but whether Ding Ning is really as greedy as Shen Muyang said, getting benefits from the Shen family again and again.

It is natural for doctors to charge consultation fees for treating diseases. If Ding Ning had clearly stated the price generously before, even if it was hundreds of millions, she would not be as uncomfortable as she is now. After all, her life is worth any amount.

But after Ding Ning reached a treatment agreement, he asked for medical treatment fees, which was in line with his brother Shen Muyang's guess that he was a greedy and hypocritical guy.

For Shen Muqing, who had no friends since she was a child, Ding Ning was the first friend she accepted in her heart. As the saying goes, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. Such friends seemed so cheap at this moment, making her feel like she was being deceived. There was a hint of disgust in Ding Ning's eyes.

"two hundred……"

Ding Ning stretched out two fingers coyly, but was interrupted by Shen Muqing standing up before she could finish her words. There was a hint of grievance and anger in her eyes, but more of it was undisguised contempt and hatred: "I know Yes, it’s really not expensive. I’ll write a check for you later and have someone deliver it to you!”

There was a "bang", and before Ding Ning could react, Shen Muqing slammed the door and walked away.

"What's going on? Don't I just want a consultation fee of two hundred yuan? This is really my master's rule. How can I be so stingy? Two hundred yuan is too much. The more money you have, the more stingy you get."

Monk Ding Ning Zhang Er was confused. He muttered in his mouth and slapped his forehead: "By the way, there is also Zhang Li. It should be effective in the past few days, and it's time to collect the consultation fee."

He reached for his phone and dialed a number, with a subconscious smile on his face: "Uncle Yun, is it your class or Zhang Li's class today?"

"I'm working the night shift today. What's wrong? Do you miss me?"

Ling Yun's voice was filled with resentment. Ever since Ding Ning was admitted to the senior cadre ward, she could only sneak out to see him while at work.

Originally, she wanted to make him some chicken soup or something to replenish his body, but this guy actually said that the hospital was now providing him with free food, and if he didn't eat, it would be nothing, and he turned away her good intentions.

"Hey, I know, I'm going to find Zhang Li." Ding Ning said with a playful smile.

"Damn it, you have such a strong taste now. Although Zhang Li's beard is lighter now, her bad breath is lighter, and her waistline is smaller, she is still a pure man. You are also interested in this."

Ling Yun shouted exaggeratedly.
Chapter completed!