Chapter 0806 - Selling Medicine (1)
When the Minister of Railways came, Zhou Qingfeng ran back to Changsha City.
The city's curfew troops were increased several times, and fortified barricades were erected at every intersection. All the streets were lit with torches, and the city was shaking.
Compared with the previous time, ** from top to bottom is indeed much more serious. Probably because He Jian himself was almost killed by a grenade.
But the tension lasted for a week, and the tense nerves soon slackened. Torches lit on the streets also cost money. At first, there was light in the city, and the next day there was only half of it.
After a few days, only the lights around Zhongshan Road were lit up, and the rest of the place was still dark and dark.
The same goes for the barricades, which were guarded by soldiers for the first few days. Over the next few days, the number of guards gradually decreased. A week later, the barricades and sandbags were removed by the poor to strengthen their houses.
However, this time Zhou Qingfeng didn't have to go into the city, he found the famous Xiangya Hospital in Mayuanling outside the north gate, and walked in generously, saying that he wanted to see the dean, Wang Ziji.
Dean Wang is a native of Jiangxi, with an elegant face, who first studied at Meiji University in Japan, and later went to many universities in the United States to obtain a doctorate in medicine, and was a medical educator during the Republic of China.
Xiangya Hospital was built by the Americans in 1916, and it was originally surrounded by vegetable fields. Its architecture is a combination of Chinese and Western style, the roof is the cornices and corners, and the building is square.
The so-called Northern Concord and Southern Xiangya are well-known and have a very important position in the history of the development of modern medicine in China.
Because of the war, Xiangya Hospital was closed for a period of time at the beginning of 27 years. Although it resumed again in the middle of the year, a large number of non-Hunan teachers and doctors have left. Even students are turning to the magic capital, the imperial capital, and even the medical schools in Shandong.
Dean Wang was having a headache about how to restore the hospital to its original state, and when he heard that a young man came to visit, he originally wanted to refuse to refuse the celebrities of the Republic of China period, and he also had a problem, that is, from time to time, people who couldn't beat the eight poles came to visit the autumn breeze.
This thing is common, and even Chang Kaishen can't avoid vulgarity.
It's just that this young man insisted on seeing him, and Dean Wang couldn't help it. But when he really saw it, the dean was taken aback, and Uncle Zhou's head looked strong in the future generations, and he was even taller and bigger at the moment, and he could block the light when he entered the door.
Zhou Qingfeng came with a big handbag again, and smiled when he saw Dean Wang, "Mr. Wang, the junior is surnamed Zhou, Zhou Qingfeng." I took the liberty to come to the door today and wanted to do business with my husband. β
There are thousands of ways to save the country. In addition to revolution to save the country, there are also industry to save the country, education to save the country, and medicine to save the country. The Chinese have made too many efforts to awaken the nation and fight for the country.
It is not easy to be a down-to-earth medical educator like Wang Ziji. Zhou Qingfeng is very respectful. But Dean Wang looks at him
Selling counterfeit medicines
Fake medicines during the Republic of China were flying all over the sky, and there were all kinds of messy strong pills and dog skin plasters. The tricks of deception and abduction in later generations are all leftover from playing now.
But Zhou Qingfeng's appearance is not like a charlatan. Dean Wang looked at it carefully, and he had to praise this young man in his heart for having a good skin with a dignified appearance and heroic skills.
Good looks are also taken advantageous.
Dean Wang invited Zhou Qingfeng to sit down and let people serve tea. The latter carefully put down the big bag in his hand, opened the zipper, and said directly: "I have a batch of morphine here, and I want to sell it in Xiangya Hospital." β
morphine
Zhou Qingfeng magically took out boxes of potions from his handbag. Dean Wang saw that he was taking more and more, almost filling the entire coffee table, and hurriedly stopped and asked, "Wait, how many do you have?"
Replenishment once every ten days, seventy kilograms each time. Most of the ones brought this time were morphine, 5,000 sticks. There are also boxed aspirin, quinine, and so on.
Morphine is a powerful anesthetic and is necessary for early surgery. Without them, it's either to get the patient drunk or to use laughing gas, but they're nowhere near as convenient as morphine.
As for the antipyretic and analgesic aspirin, it is simply a panacea in the early days of modern medicine. Not only can you prescribe this medicine for colds and fevers, but also use it for anti-inflammatory and antibacterial, and you can eat it if you have ascariasis.
There is also quinine, which treats malaria. Bacillus Calmette-GuΓ©rin vaccine to combat tuberculosis. Rabies vaccine, needless to say. Zhou Qingfeng brought some of the drugs he could bring to 28 years.
The most common is morphine.
Dean Wang was extremely surprised at first about the drugs brought by Zhou Qingfeng, but soon fell into deep doubts: these drugs are extremely valuable at present, and they rely on imports, and there is no pharmaceutical company in China that can produce them.
So much medicine is worth a lot of money, and it is unlikely that it will be brought to Changsha casually. In particular, morphine is not only used for surgery, but is also currently being used to detoxify addicts.
During the Republican period, the drug problem was more serious than that of the Qing Dynasty, and many warlords openly sold opium in order to enrich themselves. This thing is now hard currency, and it is not a problem at all to sell 5,000 oceans for 5,000 needles.
The reason why Xiangya Hospital was able to open was also to follow the path of the Americans, otherwise the hospital would also face the dilemma of having no medicine available. Zhou Qingfeng suddenly got such a medicine, which scared Wang Ziji.
"This, Brother Zhou." Dean Wang spoke politely, "Where did you really get these medicines?"
During the war years, it was all too common for money to be unable to buy medicine.
Even if you have a lot of money and die if you get sick, how can money be like morphine, big families often buy and hoard like hiding gold bars, and they can use it to save lives at critical times.
Zhou Qingfeng only smiled, "The medicine is really not real, you can try it." Xiangya Hospital is the best hospital in Hunan Province and even in the south, so you don't have to worry about no one coming to see you. As for the origin of the medicine, it is kept secret.
Dean Wang does not need to pay for these medicines, and they can be sold on behalf of others. For every one sold, I am willing to share half of the profits with the hospital, which can be regarded as a donation to the hospital. β
It's the truth.
The sick people in the south either went to the magic capital and Guangzhou, and the wealthy merchant officials in the inland could only come to Xiangya if they got sick. For example, Wuhan is currently more developed than Changsha, but the medical environment is just falling.
So these medicines look like a lot, but if they really have to be used openly, they will be consumed soon. There are a lot of patients waiting for surgery in the hospital right now.
Zhou Qingfeng deliberately added: "This batch of drugs can be resold to other hospitals." I will continue to supply more than this batch in the future. It's best to be able to shoot as soon as possible. β
Dean Wang was moved when he heard this, but he was even more puzzled, and asked rhetorically: "Brother Zhou, these medicines of yours are quite popular." Why not sell it yourself to earn more. β
Zhou Qingfeng laughed and told the truth, "Dean Wang is a celebrity in China, so I want to use the dean's connections to meet more friends." Also, I haven't been able to show my head lately. β
Zhou Qingfeng is not familiar with the current society, and he must have a way to get to know people. Wang Ziji is in the medical profession and is very noble. All parties should give him a thin noodle and be recommended by him, and the result will be half the effort.
Dean Wang is still studying in the United States, and he may be able to use this route one day. So it is worth Zhou Qingfeng to deliberately make friends. It's just that he said that it was not convenient for him to show his head
Dean Wang carefully looked at Zhou Qingfeng's face again, this face was nothing, but this figure was really unusual. Think about what's been in the newspapers lately.
"Brother Zhou, you are from that faction"
"I'm from the red faction."
"Ah, you were the one who made a big fuss in Changsha a few days ago."