"Doctor Lu, have you always charged this way?" Wei Jun asked.

"Yeah, what's wrong?" Lu Jiu asked.

"Then how do you make money? Ninety-five yuan for medicine is not enough for shipping, right?" Wei Jun said.

Lu Jiu smiled, "This is just the price of a dose of medicine. If you prescribe it for a week like the hospital does, you will have to spend sixty-six and a half yuan. This is not cheap."

Yeah?

It was really expensive, and Wei Jun couldn't laugh or cry.

drop!

After successfully scanning the QR code, Wei Jun and his wife left the hospital after paying the medical bills.

When he walked out of the hospital, he still complained to his wife that Dr. Lu Jiu was too honest. Even if the medical expenses were doubled, he would still think it was reasonable. It would be outrageous to not exceed one hundred.

If Chinese medicine is so cheap, then who would do it? Why don’t you pay for it these days?

Not to mention cars and houses, as long as you live in the city, you will lose a lot of money as soon as you open your eyes.

Traditional Chinese medicine is just a profession, so why limit yourself so much?

As the economy and society improve, it really doesn't hurt for Chinese medicine practitioners to charge more.

In the medical center, Lu Jiu recalled Wei Jun's slightly pitiful eyes just now and couldn't help but shook his head.

He has seen this look more than once these days. Every time when he reports the medical expenses, the patient will be surprised, as if it is a very inappropriate thing for him to receive less money.

Lu Jiu is very grateful that these patients do not instinctively think that Chinese medicine should be cheap, but his price will not make him starve to death.

There are still relatively few patients now, so Lu Jiu doesn't earn much, but after he becomes famous, the number of patients will increase. The diagnosis fee alone is enough for him to make money, and the cost of medicinal materials is really nothing.

Therefore, not only did he not starve to death, but he was also able to make a small profit. Of course, it was not Lu Jiu's pursuit to make money that he could not spend in two or more lifetimes by pointing to traditional Chinese medicine.

What's more, is it really because Chinese medicine practitioners can't make money that they are so lonely?

Or in other words, if you can get rich by studying Chinese medicine, then do people who study Chinese medicine really want to be patients?

More than a hundred years ago, the dilemma faced by traditional Chinese medicine was not as simple as lack of money. Under countless oppressions, what could they rely on to survive?

It’s therapeutic!

If it had no curative effect and was just a placebo, Chinese medicine would have long been submerged in the dust of history. How could it be Lu Jiu's turn to open a medical clinic here?

Yes, having money can indeed make TCM doctors live a better life. Even in some hospitals now, the registration fees for many TCM doctors range from three to five hundred to as many as thousands. The money such TCM doctors earn is indeed more than

Many Western medicines have more.

Lu Jiu never thought there was any problem with this. If someone has this ability, it is right to be rewarded for their time and energy.

However, it is human nature to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, so it should also be human nature to sacrifice one's life for righteousness.

It cannot be said that most doctors cater to the market economy, and it is abnormal for a small number of doctors not to cater to the market economy. This is a bit too overbearing, right?

Lu Jiu wants to be one of those small groups of people. He doesn't want to end up being coerced by the market after entering the market economy and being forced to make a choice between wealth and morality. Moreover, when all Chinese medicine practitioners compromise with money, then

The day that Chinese medicine is revived is just the day that Chinese medicine completely dies.

Because at that time, Chinese medicine would probably become another medical butcher knife placed on the necks of ordinary people.

This may be Lu Jiu's unfounded worry. Even if he charges more money, it will be fine. However, he has studied history and knows that any powerful organization or individual will collapse from within. If his charging standard at the beginning is not patient-oriented, Starting point, then one day, he will reasonably increase expenses due to various cost reasons.

That man said that the only way to stay strong is to constantly revolutionize yourself!

Medical expenses are the basis of Lu Jiu’s survival, and they are also the alarm that Lu Jiu sets for himself!

If most traditional Chinese medicine practitioners today are advanced elements who are catching up with the times, then Lu Jiu is the stubborn conservative who is retrograde.

Lu Jiu didn't know how many companions there were along the way, and it didn't matter.

From the time he chose to return to his hometown and inherit this small and broken medical clinic, Lu Jiu had made all preparations.

He didn't want to spend his whole life in a big old hospital, serving a lot of old men. He just wanted to return to the masses and be a small rural Chinese medicine doctor.

Or the name Barefoot Doctor would be more appropriate.

"Excuse me, is this... Dr. Lu's medical clinic?"

As soon as Lu Jiu finished combing the little bald man, a woman came to the door. She did not walk in, she just stood at the door holding her stomach, leaning against the door frame with a pale face, and seemed to have some difficulty moving one foot.

"Yes, what's the matter with you?" Lu Jiu asked.

Du Ran said weakly, "I, I have a stomachache..."

Stomachache?

Is it a gastrointestinal problem or a menstrual problem?

Lu Jiu hurried forward and helped the woman in, carefully letting her sit on the stool.

After Du Ran sat down, he hunched over and kept covering his stomach with his right hand. He rested his left hand on the table and leaned his head weakly on it. His whole body seemed to be exhausted.

"You... forget it, let me take your pulse first." Seeing Du Ran's painful look, Lu Jiu probably wasn't in the mood to talk, so he directly grabbed her wrist and began to diagnose her pulse.

He has seen a lot of patients with stomach pain these days. This patient must have been introduced by an acquaintance.

As his fingertips touched Du Ran's skin, Lu Jiu's mind was filled with all kinds of sounds.

"Lung metal, it's not healed yet?" Pitu asked.

"Nonsense, this external evil is too difficult to clean out. It's like it's attached to the large intestine. Liver wood, let's get rid of it quickly." Fei Jin urged.

"It's done, why bother? This thing is hard to deal with. It's too destructive. I'll hurry you up again!" Gan Mu said.

"Why did external evil suddenly invade and go directly to the large intestine? Could it be that it came from the spleen soil?" Shen Shui said.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, I don't feel anything at all!" Pitu said.

"Fei Jin should know, right?" Shen Shui said.

"It came from outside." Fei Jin said.

"...If you said it, it means you didn't say it." Shenshui said.

External evil in the large intestine, stomachache...

It's not a spleen and stomach problem, nor a menstrual problem. The woman is covering her right lower abdomen, and her feet seem to be arched. Could it be...

Lu Jiu immediately let go, squatted down, grabbed the woman's right leg, and then gently pressed it about an inch below her.

"ah!!!!"

Du Ran was still lying on the table silently, but when Lu Jiu pressed her down like this, she suddenly screamed in pain.

"What...what! What!?" Du Ran gritted his teeth and looked at Lu Jiu angrily.

Lu Jiu didn't say anything, but quickly took out the filiform needle from the drawer, and then lifted up Du Ran's trouser leg with a brush. The needle instantly pierced her three miles and one inch below. This is a strange point called the appendix point.
Chapter completed!