Fang Yan and Du Yan rushed to the factory after dinner, and Fang Jun also went to work leisurely.
After last night's hard work, Fang Jun already had enough confidence in how to fool Mr. Qin.
Although he still doesn't understand the profound and profound aspects of traditional Chinese medicine for mental illness, at least he knows some basics compared to Mr. Qin who knows nothing about it. This will also be his capital in the future when he goes to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association to deceive those experts in traditional Chinese medicine.
When he arrived at the hospital, Fang Jun didn't stop and went straight to Tian Tian's ward.
At this moment, in Tian Tian's ward, Minister Tian and his wife, Dr. Jin, Dean Meng, and Meng Qingying have all arrived. As for Mr. Qin, he is sitting in the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine. After all, there are many patients who need his care every day.
"Fang Jun, you are here, can you treat Tian Tian today?" Minister Tian's eyes lit up when he saw Fang Jun.
"Well, that's enough. Dr. Jin and Dean Meng are also here." Fang Jun nodded when he heard this, but he was a little suspicious. Why is Mrs. Tian here? Didn't she say that she would arrange quality inspection for the medicines at home?
"Don't worry, the Food and Drug Administration has made arrangements. I don't have to go there in person."
Zhang Qin saw Fang Jun's eyes and said hurriedly.
For the Fang family, it was a big deal, but for Zhang Qin, it was just a small matter. It could be done with just a few instructions, and there was no need to go there in person.
"Thank you Aunt Zhang, Qingying, let's go to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department first and get some medicine," Fang Jun said.
"Get the medicine? Didn't you get it yesterday?" Meng Qingying was stunned when he heard this.
On this table, instead of ten packs of ready-made medicinal materials, there is also a medicine jar for boiling medicine...
"I suddenly thought of a prescription last night, which is more effective than this, so some medicines need to be remixed by Mr. Qin." Fang Jun said.
"Okay then, do you still have these medicines with you?" Meng Qingying asked.
"Yes, take them all with you and pack them up again." Fang Jun nodded.
After Fang Jun and Meng Qingying left, everyone in the room was stunned...
Professor Jin and Dean Meng looked at each other in confusion. Minister Tian and Zhang Qin were also a little confused. They instinctively felt that something was wrong. They ran over early in the morning to see how Fang Jun treated their daughter. In the end, they didn't do anything and just changed the prescription.
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"Lao Meng, although I don't know much about Chinese medicine, the prescription I just made yesterday was changed without even taking the medicine. Is this appropriate?" Dr. Jin asked with a surprised look on his face.
"Logically speaking, it should be inappropriate...but let's see what this kid is up to." Dean Meng shook his head and said.
On the other side, Fang Jun and Meng Qingying came to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department carrying ten packages of medicine, where Mr. Qin and Zhang Yida were busy together.
There were a lot of people queuing up to see a doctor today, and Mr. Qin seemed to be too busy for himself.
"Fang Jun, aren't you supposed to go treat Tian Tian? Why do you have time to come here?" Mr. Qin said with a smile.
"I thought of a better recipe last night to change the medicinal materials." Fang Jun said.
"Well, about getting the medicine, you tell Yida and ask him to get it. You can help me diagnose a few. There are too many people today." Mr. Qin said.
"Okay, I'll trouble you, brother Yida, here is the prescription." Fang Jun said and took out a note from his pocket. The prescription on the note was prepared by Fang Jun in advance.
"Aren't you deliberately causing trouble? You just got the medicine yesterday and you need to change it today. Don't you know I'm very busy?" Zhang Yida said with a look of resentment...
"Yida, what nonsense are you talking about? If I ask you to take it, just take it!" Mr. Qin said with a low expression.
Mr. Qin is a very traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, and Zhang Yida is his apprentice.
In the eyes of the older generation, seniority is a very serious order. In the eyes of Mr. Qin, Fang Jun is a skillful Chinese medicine practitioner. Although they are dozens of years apart in age, they have equal status.
Zhang Yida is his apprentice, and he represents Mr. Qin in every word and deed.
And now Zhang Yida refuses to take the medicine with a look of resentment, which naturally makes Mr. Qin feel that he has lost face in front of his colleagues...
"Yes, Mr. Qin..."
In response to Mr. Qin's scolding, Zhang Yida didn't dare to let go, so he could only take the medicine obediently, but the resentment towards Fang Jun in his heart increased a lot...
Fang Jun smiled and didn't pay attention to Zhang Yida. He sat on the other side of Mr. Qin and began to diagnose the patient.
Just like yesterday, these patients rarely trusted Fang Jun, but after some advice from Mr. Qin, someone finally came to diagnose him, and Fang Jun earned several hundred gratitude points.
Fortunately, there were no particularly troublesome patients among the patients who came this time, so we still made some money.
After helping Mr. Qin see several patients, Zhang Yida also prepared the medicinal materials again.
But Fang Jun didn't plan to go to the ward to make medicine, so he could handle it in the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department.
While diagnosing the disease with the patient, he directed Meng Qingying to prepare the medicine.
How much water to put in, the order in which the medicinal materials are thrown into the medicine jar, the control of the fire, etc., are told to Meng Qingying bit by bit, and Meng Qingying is also meticulous in doing it.
Mr. Qin next to him was diagnosing his pulse and listening to Fang Jun explain the process of brewing medicine, looking thoughtful.
It is said that good medicine is bitter and Chinese medicine is notorious for being unpleasant to drink. The smell that is emitted during the cooking process is not ordinary unpleasant.
Fortunately, the patients who came to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department for diagnosis were all familiar with the taste of traditional Chinese medicine. No one raised any objections. Only Zhang Yida looked disgusted, but Fang Jun ignored him.
It takes a long time to boil the medicine. There are more than a dozen patients queuing up. With Fang Jun joining in, it can be processed faster. Before the medicine is ready, the diagnosis has been completed, and then occasionally people will come over in about ten minutes.
A patient no longer needs Fang Jun's help at this time.
While Fang Jun was boiling the medicine, Mr. Qin didn't even blink. He secretly memorized the prescription mentioned by Fang Jun and planned to study its pharmacology in private to see if he could deduce anything.
Fang Jun didn't care about this. He deliberately boiled the medicine in front of Mr. Qin, which in itself meant that Mr. Qin could learn from it secretly.
In the end, less than a bowl of medicine was boiled out of most of the jar of water. The medicine juice was poured out carefully, and the remaining medicine residue was not wasted.
These medicinal materials are quite precious. Fang Jun asked Meng Qingying to wrap up the medicinal residues, prepare them to be dried and ground into powder, and then made into incense. The incense made from these medicinal residues has the effect of calming the nerves and refreshing the brain when lit.
When the time comes, lighting one in Tian Tian's ward will help alleviate her condition. Ordinary people lighting one in the room will also help with sleep.
"Has the medicine been boiled? There's nothing wrong now. Yida, just keep an eye on it here. If there are any patients, just call me and Fang Jun and I will go take a look." Old Qin said.
Mr. Qin saw the process of boiling the medicine. He also wanted to know more about the process of traditional Chinese medicine for mental illness.
Zhang Yida felt unhappy, but could not disobey Mr. Qin's order, so he could only stay in the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department obediently, but when he looked at Fang Jun's back, he gritted his teeth...
"You kid, just wait for me. I'll see if Scar doesn't take care of you and kills you. If Meng Qingying, a little prodigal, falls into Brother Hong's hands, you will suffer..." (To be continued)