They have lived up to this trust and completed the task beautifully every time.
It can be said that Xuanjimen can complete the tasks and cure the diseases that cannot be cured by the health care service.
Over time, the gap appears.
Of course, it's not that the medical skills of the health care office are not good, it's actually the medical skills of Xuanjimen that are superior.
In fact, Director Zhou was helpless. Whenever he met a good candidate or a person with outstanding medical skills, he would be snatched away by Xuanjimen before the health office could take action.
Although Xuanjimen is a sect on the surface, it is under the control of the Ministry of Health.
To put it bluntly, Xuanjimen and the Health Office are actually in a competitive relationship.
However, that was when Xuanjimen was first established in the past. Nowadays, the number of talents in the health care office has dwindled, and it is no longer enough to compete with Xuanjimen.
"Mr. Jiang, how's it going?"
"Alas..." Jiang Wenxuan shook his head and sighed. "I'm old, I'm old..." He stood up slowly and walked outside silently. "I will no longer practice medicine." His back was extremely lonely, as if he had aged more than ten years in an instant.
age.
The old man was hit hard. The reason was simple. He didn't check out what kind of disease Liu Yuejiao had. This was no longer a shame for a doctor.
"Mr. Jiang..."
Liu Haiyang's eyes were empty, his legs softened and he sat down on the ground.
Even Mr. Jiang couldn't cure him. Do we really need to prepare for his daughter's funeral?
In fact, Liu Haiyang had already ordered all the coffins, and ordered two coffins. As soon as his daughter passed away, he would immediately commit suicide and follow her.
No matter how much wealth he has, how much glory and wealth he can enjoy, if his daughter is gone, there will be no point for him to continue living.
"Dad!" Liu Wenyuan hurriedly supported his father. "Don't worry, aren't there two miracle doctors from Xuanjimen and the Health Office? They will definitely be able to find a solution."
A glimmer of hope ignited in Liu Haiyang's heart. "Whether we can save the little girl depends entirely on Mr. Cheng and Director Zhou. I'm leaving it to you!" After he finished speaking, he bowed his head to the ground. "Please rest assured, I, Liu Haiyang, will do what I say.
As long as I can cure my little girl, I will immediately donate my wealth to you."
Director Zhou looked calm.
He is a public servant, so taking money is a bribe. Besides, he is entrusted by a friend, so he cannot ask for benefits.
But there was a flash of greed in Cheng Jiren's eyes.
He seemed to see countless banknotes floating towards him.
Although Xuanjimen is under the control of the Ministry of Health, it is not a government department, does not receive a salary, and is self-sufficient.
Take Cheng Jiren as an example. He makes a living by practicing medicine and has his own small hospital. How should I put it? Life is tight, and he wants to be free and unrestrained, but he is short of money.
It stands to reason that he has great medical skills, and he can treat any wealthy person and get a lot of money. But in fact, most of the money he earns has to be turned over to the sect, so he can only lose a little money.
However, if Liu Yuejiao is cured and the Liu family's fortune is obtained, he will be able to make a lot of money just from layering.
The most important thing is that because he has made such great contributions to the sect, he will have the opportunity to compete for the position of leader.
Although Cheng Jiren was said to be the second disciple, his master saw that he had evil intentions and did not trust him, so those fat men would not have his turn.
Xuanjimen's biggest source of income is pharmaceutical factories. They have their own medicine gardens, processing plants, and pharmaceutical companies. They integrate production and sales, and most of the market in the south is owned by Xuanjimen.
Comparing the Lu family to the pharmaceutical business, the Lu family cannot even keep up with Xuanjimen.
While Cheng Jiren was dreaming about getting rich, Director Zhou was already sitting beside the hospital bed.
"slow!"
Director Zhou was about to check Liu Yuejiao's pulse, but was stopped by Cheng Jiren with his hand.
"What are you doing?" Director Zhou looked very unhappy.
If you want to ask Director Zhou who he hates the most, there is no one except the people from Xuanjimen.
Over the years, I don’t know how many people who originally belonged to the health office have been snatched away by Xuanji disciples. Moreover, Xuanji disciples are very careless, and from time to time they go to the health office to poach people.
The key is that Director Zhou still has no way to turn to him.
He went to the leader to argue, but the leader said that both Xuanjimen and the Health Office serve the country. Since their purposes are the same, what is the difference between them? Besides, if the ability of your Health Office exceeds that of Xuanjimen
, will those talents leave? Therefore, if you want to retain talents, you must first improve yourself.
The leader's words left Director Zhou speechless.
After all, what they said makes sense.
I didn't even say clearly that Director Zhou was incompetent, but I was already saving face for him.
He could only lament in his heart that a leader is a leader.
"What are you doing?" Cheng Jiren smiled contemptuously. "Director Zhou, you are at the top of the health office. You eat royal food and live a prosperous life. How come you are reduced to practicing medicine among the people? Everyone is spreading the word that this health office is in name only.
It will be banned by the country soon, so the rumors are true?"
Director Zhou frowned slightly. "What do you want to say?"
"I want to say that your health office only rations our Xuanji Menti shoes."
"Cheng Jiren... your name is Cheng Jiren, right?" Director Zhou smiled coldly. "As far as I know, your master Wu Xuewen also eats royal food, but he also goes out to treat people. Could it be that your master has also fallen? In terms of rank, Wu Xuewen and I
Xue Wen is your equal, and you are your elder. If you talk to me like this, it is obvious that Wu Xue Wen’s teachings are inadequate.”
"you!"
"Also, what are your intentions in fabricating rumors that the health office has been banned?"
Cheng Jiren pointed at Director Zhou with a trembling hand. "You... surnamed Zhou, don't tell me what level and qualifications you have. If you want me to work for your health care office, that's fine. Let your medical skills speak for you."
Director Zhou ignored Cheng Jiren and took Liu Yuejiao's pulse with a cautious look on his face.
Whether Liu Yuejiao's disease could be cured or not was related to the reputation of the health office, and he had to spend his whole life learning to find out why.
Cheng Jiren turned into a dismissive face again.
I just asked you to treat it first, after all, it is just in vain.
"Director Zhou..."
This time Liu Haiyang didn't dare to ask about the result anymore.
Director Zhou frowned. "Your love's pulse is smooth and weak, but the pulse frequency is as high as 150, like boiling water. This is a typical cauldron pulse, one of the ten strange pulses. But sometimes it is full and strong, but the pulse rate is as high as 150, like boiling water.
But the frequency is only twenty or thirty beats. It is as slow as water dripping from a leak in a house. This is also one of the ten strange pulses, called the leak pulse in the house."
What he wanted to say was that only critically ill patients would have this kind of pulse, and once this kind of pulse appeared, it would be difficult to cure because the patient was already terminally ill and could not be cured by medicine or stone.
However, as a doctor, Director Zhou naturally could not say it clearly in front of the family members. He stood up in shame. "I'm really sorry. I have little talent and limited knowledge, so I can't cure your wife."
Liu Haiyang's heart sank.
He has invited almost all the famous doctors in China. It can be said that Director Zhou and Cheng Jiren are his last hope. Now that Director Zhou is helpless, he can only look to Cheng Jiren.
"Exactly!" Cheng Jiren sneered. "After talking so much, it's still impossible to think about in the end. What a waste of time." He glanced at the crowd watching at the door. "Everyone has seen it. This is not my intention to belittle the health office.
In fact, their health office specializes in collecting waste, so I think it would be more appropriate to call it a waste concentration camp."
Director Zhou sneered repeatedly and stood aside without answering or leaving.
You know, he has a trump card that he hasn't used yet.