Qin Fan's sudden visit already made him feel deeply rude, and now Fang Xuelin came again.
"Hahaha, Mr. Cheng, you don't have to be too polite. President Fang is a friend and doesn't have to be so particular."
"real?"
Qin Fan nodded, and Cheng Tianshi felt a little relieved.
However, before sitting down for 5 minutes, he quickly went to wash a cup and make tea for Fang Xuelin.
This made Qin Fan helplessly shake his head.
After sitting for a while, a taxi brought Fang Xuelin over.
"Mr. Qin, you didn't stay at the Provincial Party Committee to make small moves, but you went so far." Fang Xuelin smiled and shook hands with Qin Fan.
"Haha, let me introduce to you. This is Mr. Cheng Tianshi. He has already made tea for you."
Qin Fan introduced the two of them.
After exchanging pleasantries for a while, the three of them sat down again.
Fang Xuelin also learned some specific information about Cheng Tianshi from the conversation.
In the evening, Qin Fan was the host and invited Cheng Tianshi and Fang Xuelin to have dinner together.
Cheng Tianshi is very familiar with the local TCM situation in Yunyang.
He told many things that even Fang Xuelin, the leader of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association, didn't know.
It was already 8 o'clock in the evening when I said goodbye to Cheng Tianshi and returned to the provincial party committee.
Fang Xuelin finally couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Qin, what kind of medicine are you selling in your gourd?"
Qin Fan smiled.
"I had nothing to do today, so I went out for a walk. First I went to a Liu's Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic."
"This traditional Chinese medicine clinic is very formal, with all procedures complete, and the walls are covered with various banners."
Fang Xuelin just listened, knowing that Qin Fan would definitely have something to say.
Qin Fan suddenly asked: "President Fang, I have a cold and a toothache. How many doses of Chinese medicine do you think will be effective?"
Fang Xuelin is also a very experienced traditional Chinese medicine practitioner.
Without much thought, he said: "Generally speaking, 3-5 doses of Chinese medicine should be effective."
"If it doesn't work, it just means the medicine is not right."
Qin Fan shook his head and laughed.
"Hahaha, President Fang, it shows that you have a very kind heart."
Fang Xuelin was startled, "How do you say this?"
"This Liu's Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic started with ten doses of medicine," Qin Fan said.
"Ah, how could this be? After taking five doses of medicine for a common cold, even if it is not symptomatic, it can be cured on its own."
Qin Fan continued to tease, "Look, I will say you are too honest."
Fang Xuelin also understood what Qin Fan meant. He sighed helplessly, "This is not treating patients. It's just selling medicine."
"Yes, from your point of view, ten doses are just selling medicine, but the patient is willing to do so." Qin Fan stopped smiling.
He said sternly: "Because their illness was indeed cured, and finally they even sent a banner."
Fang Xuelin shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"There's nothing you can do about it. It's just a way of making money. This phenomenon is pretty common in current Chinese medicine and Western medicine."
"Cheng Tianshi's situation is almost the only alternative."
Qin Fan sighed, "Yes, Mr. Cheng does not have a medical clinic, does not dispense medicine, and does not charge fees, but he is willing to treat people for free."
"This can be regarded as a breath of fresh air in traditional Chinese medicine, but it is a pity that it is blocked from the current rules due to cultural restrictions."
"They want to let go and benefit one party, but they take the risk of practicing medicine without a license. After all, it is not a good idea."
"Although this kind of borderline approach is not advisable, it has really benefited many people."
Hearing this, Fang Xuelin's heart moved.
He seemed to understand Qin Fan's true intention.
"Mr. Qin, do you want to win some policies for folk Chinese medicine practitioners like Cheng Tianshi?"
Qin Fan glanced at Fang Xuelin.
He asked back: "President Fang, what do you think?"
Fang Xuelin pondered and thought, "Well, there are still many Chinese medicine practitioners with conditions like Cheng Tianshi among the people."
"If we want to give them the green light to directly issue medical practitioner certificates, it will still be quite difficult."
"Because this will involve the rewriting of a rule, which will affect the interests of some people."
"And this will also involve how to determine whether they meet this condition."
"It's a pity that the Chinese Medical Association is a Qingshui yamen and has no rights whatsoever."
Qin Fan laughed.
"It doesn't matter, nothing is difficult in the world, as long as there is a will, it depends on the person. I would like to invite you to take this opportunity, and let's do a more detailed survey together."
Fang Xuelin is committed to the promotion and salvation of traditional Chinese medicine.
He knew very well that if Qin Fan could facilitate this matter, it would be of great significance.
Whether it is Chinese medicine or Western medicine, in this materialistic society, not only are the good and the bad mixed, people's hearts are also very impetuous.
Letting Chinese medicine practitioners like Cheng Tianshi be taken away from the gloomy place is also saving Chinese medicine.
Facing the invitation sent by Qin Fan, Fang Xuelin nodded his head in agreement.
The next day, the two went to another urban village called Oujiaba.
When I asked around along the way, I found that there were hundreds of households in the villages in the city.
In addition to a clinic that is half Chinese medicine and half Western medicine, there are also two Western medicine clinics.
This type of half-Western medicine, half-TCM clinic generally provides Western medicine as the mainstay and Chinese medicine as a supplement.
The name of the store has strong characteristics of traditional Chinese medicine, it is called Qihuang Medical Center.
Qin Fan and Fang Xuelin walked in openly.
The doctor attending the consultation was a middle-aged man in his forties. When someone came to the door, he didn't receive much reception.
The patients who came to see the doctor were old and young, and they all consciously sat on the chairs in the clinic one by one.
Qin Fan and Fang Xuelin did not break the rules, they just sat and observed like patients.
I only saw three or four patients, and only one of them saw a Chinese medicine practitioner.
As for patients who want to see traditional Chinese medicine, they have to make a strong request and see the doctor before agreeing.
Qin Fan and Fang Xuelin both knew the reason.
Because TCM diagnosis and prescription are relatively time-consuming and not as fast as Western medicine.
The most bizarre thing is that the four consultations performed by the sitting doctor are just like a dragonfly scratching the surface.
After asking about the patient's symptoms, he omitted even feeling the pulse and simply looked at the tongue coating.
This is simply a race against time.
Qin Fan and Fang Xuelin both shook their heads secretly. Can this diagnose the disease accurately?
Even when the two of them face a disease, they have to go through repeated dialectics before they can take the medicine.
But this sitting doctor is really good, as he directly omits important links.
Most of these traditional Chinese medicine doctors sell sheep's heads and sell dog meat, and they only know a little bit about it.
Moreover, the charges are quite high. One dose of traditional Chinese medicine costs the patient almost 60 yuan.
The two of them shook their heads secretly, showing no interest at all.
He stood up and prepared to leave the clinic.
At this time, a bus stopped outside not far from Qihuang Hall.
A woman in her thirties got off the bus, accompanied by a little girl with pigtails.
The little girl was only twelve or thirteen years old, and she followed the woman cautiously.
The woman took a few steps forward and sat down under the yellow jujube tree next to her.
He buried his head deeply in his arms and sobbed loudly.
Gradually the crying became louder and louder, and finally turned into a howl.
The little girl suddenly saw her mother crying loudly, and she was at a loss for a moment.
She comforted timidly, "Mom! Mom! Don't be sad. It's Chengcheng's fault. Chengcheng will be obedient in the future."