The middle-aged man shook his head slightly and said helplessly: "Business is indeed good, and Mr. Wang Xuande's medical skills are also good.
It's a pity that it's so expensive here. A single medical visit costs several months' salary, and any medicinal material is several times, or even ten times, more expensive than in other pharmacies.
Because of this, ordinary people can’t afford it, and the only people who can come here for medical treatment on weekdays are rich people.”
Hearing his words, Ye Bufan frowned slightly.
Doctors are also a profession, and Chinese medicine practitioners also need to make money and survive. This is human nature.
But as a good Chinese medicine doctor, we should separate this relationship between primary and secondary. We should put treating diseases and saving people first, and making money second.
But the Divine Needle King in front of him obviously reversed this order and put making money first, making it impossible for ordinary people to afford medical treatment.
He asked: "In that case, why is business so booming today?"
"Because today is a free clinic day, Wang Xuande, the head of Shenzhen Wang Medical Center, personally attended the clinic today and distributed 30 free places.
He has very high medical skills and is also a contemporary royal physician, so everyone came to hear the news and rushed to get the imperial doctor to diagnose their own pulse.
As a result, there were people lining up here in the middle of the night, but the number of places was still too small, and they had already been cleared out by the people who were waiting here. Everyone else came here to watch the fun.
"oh!"
Ye Bufan nodded and didn't say anything more. He joined the crowd and wanted to see how the medical skills of this descendant of the Divine Needle King were going to be.
At this moment, there was a commotion in the crowd: "Mr. Wang is here, Doctor Wang is here..."
As soon as the door of the Divine Needle King opened, 10 tall and strong bodyguards in black rushed out and roughly pushed the onlookers to the side.
Then an old man in a robe walked out from inside. Although his hair was gray, he looked young and energetic, and he looked like a master of traditional Chinese medicine.
It is Wang Xuande, the contemporary descendant of Shenzhen Wang Medical Center and a national master of Chinese traditional Chinese medicine.
Following behind was his grandson Wang Guoan, a young man in his twenties, with a look of arrogance on his face.
Ye Bufan frowned slightly. It was not the work of a traditional Chinese medicine doctor to create such a big show.
Under the shouts and crowds, Wang Xuande came to the clinic table that had been prepared long ago and began to treat the 30 people who had received free quotas.
Although he puts on a lot of pretense, Wang Xuande does have some attainments in medical skills.
Inquiring, feeling the pulse, and prescribing are done in one go. The diagnosis is very fast, and a patient can be treated in just a few minutes. In about a few hours, the 30 patients have been treated, and only the last few are left.
Next, it was the turn of a middle-aged man in his 50s to see the doctor. He looked a little unhappy, had a thin body, and yawned twice from time to time, as if he hadn't woken up for a long time.
"Mr. Wang, I've been queuing up since midnight yesterday. Could you please give me a look?"
The middle-aged man said with a respectful look, "I've been feeling low and exhausted lately..."
After checking his pulse, Wang Xuande said: "You have a weak spleen and a weak Qi. I will prescribe you a prescription and you will be fine after taking it for half a month."
After speaking, he took the pen and paper, wrote a prescription and handed it to the middle-aged man.
Ye Bufan's six senses are far beyond ordinary people, and he can clearly see several herbs on the prescription from a distance. Generally speaking, it is reasonable and worthy of his status as a national expert.
"Mr. Wang, thank you."
The middle-aged man originally had a weak spleen and had been waiting in line for half a night. At this moment, he felt exhausted and took a breath. He put the prescription in his pocket and stood up to leave.
"Stop, where are you going?"
Wang Guoan, who was standing nearby, called out to the middle-aged man in a bad tone.
"After seeing the doctor, of course I'm going to buy medicine."
The middle-aged man said with a puzzled look on his face, "Are you doing a free clinic today and even giving free medicine?"
Wang Guoan said stiffly again: "You haven't woken up yet, have you? It's already a great gift for my grandfather to treat you for free.
You are such an ungrateful person that you even want free medicine. Do you think our medicine is free and you don’t have to spend money to buy it?"
"I...I didn't mean that..."
The middle-aged man said sarcastically, "I never dared to think that the medicine would be free, so I wanted to buy it."
"You can't go to my pharmacy to buy medicines. Where do you want to buy them?"
The middle-aged man said with a grimace: "The medicinal materials you have here are really too expensive. The price is more than ten times higher than outside. I really can't afford it."
"My grandpa has already given you free medical treatment, but he doesn't even have to pay for the medicine. Do you still want to show off?"
Hearing the middle-aged man say that he had no money, Wang Guoan's face was full of disgust, "If you don't want to buy medicine from us, then take the prescription back and read it wherever you like."
The more the other party spoke, the more irritating it became, and the middle-aged man's face didn't look good.
"Didn't I say that today is a free clinic? Why are you forced to buy medicine?"
"The free clinic is good, but don't look at my grandfather's status. He is a famous Chinese medicine expert in the entire empire.
Being able to treat you for free is already a blessing that I have earned in eight lifetimes, and yet I still think about it without spending a penny. How can there be a free lunch in the world?"
The middle-aged man said dissatisfiedly: "The free clinic is your own promotion. As a result, I queued for half the night and finally got a free number. You asked me to spend money to buy medicine. Are you being unreasonable?"
After hearing the argument between the two people, others also started talking about it.
"Yes, we have promised free clinics, but now we have to ask people to buy medicines. Why don't we charge money in disguise?"
"The key is that the medicines here are really too expensive. They are more than ten times more expensive than outside. They are almost the same as medical treatment in big hospitals. How can we working-class people afford them?"
"I thought that the Divine Needle King was really kind and could provide everyone with free medical treatment, but I didn't expect that it was all fake. In the end, he still asked for money..."
"What's the fuss about?"
Hearing the discussions around him, Wang Guoan was obviously very dissatisfied and shouted to everyone around him, "My grandfather is an imperial physician. Do you understand what an imperial physician is?"
With this status, it's already good enough that I can treat you, but you still want to get nothing out of me? You people are really greedy."
The middle-aged man said dissatisfied: "What are you talking about? Your medicine is too expensive and we don't have money to buy it. Why are you so greedy?"
Wang Guoan shouted: "I don't have money. Isn't it reasonable to have no money? What disease do you get if you don't have money?"
Being ridiculed one after another, the middle-aged man became angry: "Can you speak? Do the poor deserve to die? The poor cannot get sick. We get sick because we want to?"
As he spoke, the middle-aged man glanced at Wang Xuande next to him, thinking that the highly respected Chinese medicine practitioner would stop his grandson.
But I didn't expect that the other party ignored him and didn't even look at him. He obviously thought that his grandson did the right thing and it was completely natural.
"Oh, you don't have any money to buy medicine."
Wang Guoan stepped forward and snatched the prescription from the middle-aged man's hand, tearing it into pieces three times.
"Since you can't afford medicine, you are not qualified to use the prescription prescribed by my grandfather."
The middle-aged man suddenly became furious: "What are you doing? Why are you tearing up my recipe?"
He was really furious. If it were normal times, he would not dare to come here to see a doctor because the price was so expensive.
This time it was a free clinic that the other party said, so I came here early and waited in line with a small bench for half the night.
In the end, the prescription was ripped off by others, which would make anyone else feel uncomfortable.
