Qin Fan waved his hand, "Haha, I'm just along for the ride, that's how it should be."
What he said is true. It is natural for doctors to return visits to patients.
This kind of understatement was natural, but it made Min Haoran and Min Zhengqi admire them even more.
"Mr. Qin, you don't know something. Now my brother strongly promotes traditional Chinese medicine in Hong Kong."
"On the surface it looks very prosperous, but unfortunately many traditional Chinese medicine doctors have poor medical skills and their fees are very expensive," Min Zhengqi said.
"Even a common cold requires two or three medicines to be completely cured."
Qin Fan was also speechless. In fact, a minor illness like a cold can usually heal itself in seven or eight days without taking medicine.
If a few pairs of traditional Chinese medicines are prescribed for treatment, then it is really what Qin Fan often calls Taiping Medicine.
This kind of doctor does not seek merit, but seeks no faults.
I only know how to prescribe medicine according to the rules, and I don't dare to adjust the treatment ideas, let alone adjust the medicine prescription according to the condition.
"It would be great if Mr. Qin could be in Hong Kong." Min Zhengqi continued.
"Mr. Min, why do you say that?" Qin Fan smiled.
"If nothing else, at least you can put up a signboard for Chinese medicine." Min Zhengqi said, "Let those who criticize Chinese medicine know what real Chinese medicine is like."
Min Haoran on the side also nodded frequently.
"Well, Zhengqi is right. Although Chinese medicine has a long history, there are too many problems today."
"Slow doctor, backward, ignorant, primitive, and Taiping doctor are almost synonymous with traditional Chinese medicine."
"Mr. Qin, why don't you open a medical clinic in Hong Kong?"
Min Haoran actually raised this issue and even invited Qin Fan.
Before Qin Fan could say anything, Min Zhengqi suggested with a smile.
"Brother, the hospital is too small. I suggest that the Hong Kong capital invests in building a traditional Chinese medicine hospital and Mr. Qin be the director."
"On the one hand, it can erect a signboard for traditional Chinese medicine, and it can also cultivate excellent traditional Chinese medicine talents."
In Hong Kong, because it is the bridgehead for contact with the West, and for historical reasons.
Regular hospitals are all Western medicine, and there are only dozens of TCM clinics. Indeed, there is no real TCM hospital.
Min Haoran only felt his eyes light up, and he felt that this problem must be solved fundamentally.
Opening a traditional Chinese medicine hospital seems to be the way to go.
I saw the two brothers from the Min family talking very enthusiastically and beaming with joy. They seemed to have seen a bright future.
Qin Fan's head was covered with black lines and he was almost speechless, but he didn't say a word.
Moreover, he has a lot to do and doesn't want to be distracted by it.
From the perspective of Qin Fan's personality, he doesn't like to be too arrogant.
Moreover, Chinese medicine has entered modern society and has undergone many changes.
In the past, Chinese medicine practitioners were general practitioners, but now Chinese medicine practitioners are gradually learning the subdivisions of Western medicine.
Even Chinese medicine hospitals in the mainland have various brands, including internal medicine, surgery, pediatrics, etc.
Therefore, building a traditional Chinese medicine hospital is not as simple as just talking.
Competent doctors don't know where they come from.
Qin Fan waved his hand and quickly interrupted Min Haoran and the others.
"Inspector, are you going too far?"
He didn't use the word too simple, but he used the word too far.
After all, their ideas and enthusiasm were good things, and Qin Fan couldn't bear to pour cold water on them.
"Hey, it's not far. I just want to ask Mr. Qin." Min Haoran looked at Qin Fan with burning eyes.
"If a traditional Chinese medicine hospital is built in Hong Kong, would Mr. Qin be willing to come and help?"
Well, Qin Fan was shocked. It seems that Min Haoran is serious.
Helpless, he could only say: "Inspector, things are not as simple as imagined."
"There is an old saying that Western medicine looks at academic qualifications, while Chinese medicine looks at age."
"There is an old saying in Chinese medicine: five years of apprenticeship, ten years of prescription."
"It means that a Chinese medicine apprentice must study with a teacher for at least five years before he can barely get started."
"But if you want to sit alone and prescribe and treat patients, you must have at least ten years of clinical experience to be qualified!"
"With the development of Western medicine today, there are corresponding treatments for all symptoms."
"As long as all kinds of data come out and the diagnosis is correct, just follow the treatment plan in the textbook and proceed."
"But Chinese medicine is different. Everyone's constitution is different. For the same disease, ten different results will appear after ten Chinese medicine doctors diagnose it."
"Because different doctors will prescribe different medicines based on their personal experience, their own ideas, and their different judgments of the disease."
"So, the difficulty of traditional Chinese medicine lies in this, as it cannot form a textbook treatment method."
"A traditional Chinese medicine hospital needs not just one or two qualified doctors, but recruiting these doctors is not a simple matter."
After listening to Qin Fan's words, Min Haoran knew that what Qin Fan said was true.
But he also saw that Qin Fan didn't want too much trouble.
But he was unwilling to give up, and he also knew the importance of having a good teacher to lead the way.
He smiled and said, "Mr. Qin, I understand this too."
"Hong Kong can select outstanding talents from China to become doctors. The main thing is that you need to bring them along."
"With your guidance, I believe it won't be long before Chinese medicine can be established in Hong Kong."
"It has changed many people's views. To a certain extent, this is of great benefit to the development of traditional Chinese medicine."
"Mr. Qin won't have any concerns about hiding his medical skills, right?"
Min Haoran made a joke and used provocation.
Qin Fan immediately laughed and admired Min Haoran's persistence.
"Inspector, there is definitely no such thing as hiding something secretly. The reason why traditional Chinese medicine is in some decline now is not only because of the difficulty in passing on the medicine, but also because of the old ideas of passing on men rather than women, and teachers hiding things secretly. It is also related to the talent of the students."
For this reason, Qin Fan couldn't object.
It is also his ambition to promote traditional Chinese medicine and traditional Chinese medicine culture.
He thought for a while and said, "Qin Fan admires the inspector's approach of promoting traditional Chinese medicine."
"Of course, if such a day comes, I will be obliged to do so."
"Okay, okay, with Mr. Qin's words, the establishment of the Hong Kong Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital will be just around the corner."
Min Haoran laughed and was very excited.
Suddenly, Qin Fan felt like he had fallen into a trap, but he felt helpless even after he said it.
The few people chatted happily. Min Haoran asked Qin Fan to stay for dinner, but Qin Fan politely refused.
At the beginning of a new day, Qin Fan still did not accompany Zhou Yulan and the others to contact business.
With the Phoenix Girl protecting the two girls, they are the strongest bodyguards in the world.
At this time, the mobile phone in the living room rang. When I opened it, it turned out to be Yi Liangzhe calling.
"Mr. Qin, are you at home now?" Yi Liangzhe asked.
"Yes, Brother Yi, are you back?"
"Well, I returned to Hong Kong from Australia last night." Yi Liangzhe said, "I was outside the beautiful country."
"Oh, wait a moment."
Qin Fan looked at the window and saw a camouflage Hummer parked outside the security office.
Leng Chong and Hao Ming stood at the front of the car, and Yi Liangzhe was probably in the car.
He hung up the phone and sent a text message to Zhou Yulan, telling them to go out.
Seeing Qin Fan coming out, Leng Chong quickly opened the car door.
Yi Liangzhe got off the car, took a few steps to meet him, stretched out his hands with a smile, and held Qin Fan's hand tightly.
"Mr. Qin, I've been waiting for you to come, please!"
Qin Fan could tell from Yi Liangzhe's tone that the other party was encountering something difficult.
Otherwise, I wouldn't have told him to wait for two or three days, and now I still use the word "expectation."
"Mr. Qin!" Leng Chong and Hao Ming both bowed slightly to Qin Fan.
The two sat in the back seat, with Leng Chong driving and Hao Ming sitting in the passenger seat.
"Mr. Qin, do you have any objection to my sister-in-law picking you up in a hurry?"
"Yulan and the others have their own affairs, right. Brother Yi, is there something wrong with you?"
"Well, you'll know when we get there."
There was a dark cloud in Yi Liangzhe's brows that would not go away.
Qin Fan didn't ask any questions, and the two started chatting.
About an hour later, the Hummer drove into a villa on the hillside.
From a distance, Leng Chong honked the horn, and a man in Tsing Yi quickly opened the large antique iron door.
The Hummer parked steadily in front of the villa.
Leng Chong and Haoming quickly opened the car door for them.
A middle-aged man came over and bowed slightly to Yi Liangzhe.
"Master, I have done everything as you ordered."
He turned around and bowed slightly to Qin Fan, "Hello, Mr. Qin!"
Qin Fan had never seen this middle-aged man before, and he guessed that he might have heard about it from Yi Liangzhe.
"Mr. Qin, this is Butler Shen." Yi Liangzhe said.
"Hello, Butler Shen."
"Mr. Qin, please!" Butler Shen made a gesture of invitation.
When I walked into the villa, I realized that the villa was very spacious. The first floor was a reception hall for receiving guests, and to the left was a row of wooden stairs leading upstairs.
The second and third floors are decorated with antiques and circular corridors.
However, as soon as he entered the hall, Qin Fan heard a strange sound in his ears.
The sound came from a room on the second floor.
Qin Fan looked at Yi Liangzhe. The other person's face was full of worry. He motioned to Qin Fan to continue following him.
"Mr. Qin, please come this way!" Butler Shen continued to lead the way.
The group of people went up to the second floor, and the sound mixed with whines got closer and closer.
Walk forward along the corridor, turn a corner, and approach the room with the sound.
Qin Fan couldn't help but take a look with his heavenly eye.
Suddenly, he was stunned. Inside was a young man in his thirties, but he was tightly tied to a chair.