Although he was surprised that Ye Wujiu had an intersection with the person at the top of the pyramid, Ye Fan didn't gossip too much.
He also did not let Song Hongyan investigate her father.
In addition to Ye Wujiu not having to run a boat now, there is also the fact that Ye Fan can feel his love for him.
As long as the family supports and respects each other, it is enough for Ye Fan.
In the days that followed, Ye Fan continued to live in seclusion and practice medicine in Jinzhilin with peace of mind.
At the same time, he was quietly watching the development of the Vatican doctor incident, hoping that it would come to an end as soon as possible.
Vatican doctors in China have been severely suppressed, and Jin Zhilin's pressure has also increased invisibly.
Many patients who have been treated by Sanskrit medicine begin to show signs of addiction after discontinuing the treatment.
My mood is much worse than before treatment.
"I want to go back to the Vatican Medical College, I want to go back!"
Every one of them was either smashing things up at home or in the hospital, or shouting to go back to the Sanskrit Medical College for treatment, causing many self-harm or injury accidents.
The family members rushed the patient to Qingshan Hospital and other places, but it was difficult for these mental hospitals to contain patients who had been treated by Sanskrit medicine.
Ordinary psychotropic drugs and injections not only have no effect, but make them more hysterical.
Suddenly, major mental hospitals in Longdu were in a state of panic.
Only with Ye Fan's help can he be cured or slowly get better.
This caused the patient's family to rush to send him to Jinzhilin.
Few families can afford a mentally ill person to make noises from morning to night.
There were also many dignitaries among the patients who came, and they contacted Ye Fan through various methods, hoping that he could treat his family first.
Jin Zhilin and others were also enthusiastically attracted by many family members, hoping that Sun Bufan and others could help put in good words to accept the patient.
Ye Wujiu went out to throw away a piece of garbage, and had more than a dozen packs of Chinese cigarettes stuffed into his hand. He hoped he could give him a few 'kind words'.
Even Nangong Youyou has more than a dozen Family Buckets or Quanjude Roast Duck.
Faced with all this, Ye Fan did not avoid it, nor did he choose treatment for money. He directly asked the patient to take a number and queue up for treatment.
The convoy traveled several kilometers.
Three hundred numbers came out in almost seconds.
After Ye Fan cured Yang Qianxue and Gao Shanhe, he could only temporarily stop treating ordinary patients.
His focus began to fall entirely on mental patients.
He treated patients almost from morning till night, breaking the rule of only seeing thirty patients a day, and tried his best to treat patients.
Ye Fan knew from the incident of Gao Shanhe stabbing people that if these patients who had been treated by Sanskrit doctors were not treated in time, they would cause big trouble.
It ranges from disturbing people and committing suicide to committing suicide, while at worst it ranges from indiscriminately injuring and killing people.
Song Hongyan was worried that Ye Fan was overworked, so she also selected 20 psychiatrists from the Chinese Medical School to help him in turn.
It not only allows them to learn something from Ye Fan, but also relieves Ye Fan's fatigue.
With their help, Ye Fan did feel a lot more relaxed, and after four or five days of hard work, he finally finished treating the first batch of patients.
Although these people have not fully recovered, their condition has been reversed and their condition has improved.
Moreover, Ye Fan treated these 300 patients, summarized the common sequelae after being treated by Sanskrit doctors, and formulated a medicine.
"Wow!"
On the afternoon of the second day after treating three hundred patients, Ye Fan brewed a large pot of dark pills in the pharmacy.
There were a total of two hundred pills. As soon as they came out of the pot, the aroma of the medicine overflowed, attracting Nangong Youyou to poke his head around.
Song Hongyan also walked in, picked up a pill and said with a smile: "Can this pill be effective on mental patients?"
"In the past few days, I have treated three hundred people and accumulated some experience."
Ye Fan smiled and said: "I found that these mental patients are just like Gao Shanhe at that time, irritable, impulsive and losing their minds."
"It's just the negative personality that comes out and takes over."
"The pills I developed can slow down agitation and irritability in patients and stimulate mental clarity."
"Patients with mild illness have a high chance of recovery if they take it for a long time."
"Although the root of the disease cannot be eradicated in severely ill patients, it can very well curb the deterioration of the condition and at least repair the sequelae left by the Vatican medicine."
"It's just that the development was a bit hasty, and the drug's efficacy is not fully realized, but it is still one and a half levels higher than the psychotropic drugs on the market."
"The efficacy is almost six and a half stars. If we improve it in the future, it is estimated that it can reach seven stars."
"This can relieve the pressure left by the Vatican doctors."
"Of course, this still needs to be used clinically to see the effect."
He also asked Gao Jing and Sun Bufan to come in, take twenty pills and go out to the hall to see the effect.
"It's nice to have this calming effect."
"Now all the patients come to Jinzhilin because after being treated by Sanskrit doctors, ordinary drugs and sedatives have become ineffective."
Song Hongyan pinched the pill and sniffed it: "If this pill is effective, it will definitely be good news to patients and their families."
Ye Fan smiled helplessly at Song Hongyan: "There is nothing we can do about this."
"Although we have treated 300 patients, there will definitely be another 3,000 or 30,000 more to come."
"Especially after Jin Zhilin's treatment has achieved results, within a month, mental patients from all over the country will be sent to Jin Zhilin."
"If there is no medicine suitable for the general public, I will not eat or drink and see a doctor 24 hours a day, and I probably won't be able to finish it."
"I checked the treatment records of Sanskrit doctors in the past six months. Thirteen thousand Sanskrit doctors have treated at least 100,000 patients."
"Even if only half of the people's condition rebounds, it will be a huge pressure for us."
"And it's impossible for us not to treat them."
"Without treatment, they will lose control, lose control, and be capable of anything."
Ye Fan rubbed his head: "I really want to beat Vandance and the others to death now, leaving us such a mess."
"The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, and the greater the reward."
Song Hongyan responded with a smile:
"After picking the fruits of the Vatican Academy, it is appropriate to do something."
"And we should be lucky to have defeated Vanguard at this time, otherwise if we let Vandanese medicine develop and treat it for a few more years, the number of patients would be hundreds of thousands."
"Don't say that Jin Zhilin will be under great pressure by then, even China will burst into tears."
She smiled and said, "We can still handle the current quantity."
Ye Fan nodded lightly: "That's true."
There are six million registered mental patients in China alone.
If only one tenth of six million people were treated by Sanskrit doctors, there would be 600,000 people.
There are 600,000 out-of-control mental patients. Ye Fan's scalp goes numb just thinking about it.
"Young Master Ye, Mr. Song, it's effective, it's effective."
At this moment, Gao Jing, dressed in black stockings, rushed in excitedly:
"A few more mental patients came to the front hall just now."
"They were shouting and screaming, kicking and beating, and the family members almost tied them up."
"The family is eager to see Mr. Ye go out and treat him personally."
"Sun Bufan and I felt that Young Master Ye was too tired, so we wanted Young Master Ye to take a rest."
"We gave them the pills and within a minute, they calmed down."
"Not only did he sit obediently in the waiting area, but he also regained consciousness and chatted with his family members."
During the holidays, Gao Jing and Gao Shanhe lived in Jinzhilin. In addition to taking care of her father, she also worked in Jinzhilin doing odd jobs.
"Yeah?"
"Is it really effective?"
Ye Fan's eyes lit up: "Let's go out and have a look."
He quickly walked to the reception hall with Song Hongyan and Gao Jing.
Sure enough, I saw a separate area for mental patients, with four patients sitting happily amidst the mess on the ground.
They were chatting and laughing with Gao Jing's father, Gao Shanhe, and happily discussed each other's illness.
Their expressions look no different from normal people.
As if in a dream, the family members carefully watched the patients and were pleasantly surprised by their improvement.
"Let me check."
Ye Fan stepped forward to examine these patients, and soon let go of his hands with a smile, with a trace of relief on his face.
"My emotions are under good control and my condition is not serious."
"As long as you take the medicine for half a month, your symptoms will slowly improve or even recover."
"You don't need to treat them. Just give them thirty pills each and just follow up with them in half a month."
Ye Fan made a direct judgment and asked Gao Jing and others to give pills to the patient.
The family members were overjoyed when they saw this, and they all paid tens of thousands to express their gratitude.
Ye Fan only charged them three hundred yuan.
Then several more patients came over and quickly calmed down after taking the medicine, causing them to shout "Long live Jin Zhilin".
"Master Ye, aren't the pills you prepared too powerful?"
Gao Jing's eyes sparkled with admiration: "What's the name of this pill?"
Ye Fan smiled and joked: "It's called Gao Jing No. 1." Gao Jing's pretty face turned red instantly...
