No one dared to think that there was such a good thing, and they all asked for a while, and even the guys from Fushoulou appeared to answer the questions.

There were too many people asking questions, and Meng Huan couldn't tell clearly even if he had three mouths, and in the end he couldn't help it, and kept waving his hand towards Qi Ling and Gu Jinfeng beside him.

"You two don't say any more, come here quickly!"

Seeing Meng Huan dealing with three people alone, Qi Ling burst out laughing, walked over and patiently explained to everyone, and also announced the benefits of giving medicine to people.

As long as you go home, you can still make a profit, and this is just a family, by the way.

On weekdays, it's a convenient thing to pick up something for your neighbors, but now that someone has given money for this kind of thing, why not do it.

There is still money to be made in handy, and there are many people who come to Fushou Building to register for a while, and the guys are busy nervously.

Even Gu Jinfeng was busy ascending the throne, registering people's names, addresses, and where they worked, so that they could not find anyone if there was a problem with the medicine.

Even if it is the people above, not all of them can deliver medicine, they also have to conduct inspections to see which people have quarrels with their neighbors on weekdays, and they will not hire people like this.

There are not a few people who are poisoned because of the corners of their mouths, and they want to avoid all accidents.

After a while, when the people in Fushou Building were almost busy, Meng Huan left with a guy to go out to see people, he had already seen a wave yesterday, and he knew that there were several families with patients, and he had to go and see.

Some people are poor and are reluctant to spend money to see a doctor, for such people, Qi Ling specially provides a service called installment payment, the medicine money can be repaid in several months, which can greatly alleviate the pressure of this part of the people.

There is no shortage of people who see a doctor in Fushou Building, but it is only a small part.

In Qi Ling's words, they opened a medical clinic to treat diseases and save people, and the second is to make money, in order to be worthy of their conscience, if a person doesn't even have a conscience, then what strength is there to live.

Since the launch of this door-to-door service, the business of Fushoulou has gradually improved, people come and go in front of the door to get medicine, rarely see door-to-door consultation, even if there are other doctors in Fushoulou, whether it is door-to-door service or come here to see a doctor, can be satisfied.

Meng Huan was very hard, running outside all day, sometimes he couldn't see anyone all day, he only saw the prescription sent back by the messenger, and after dispensing the medicine, he handed it over to the guy and sent it back.

Don't underestimate the person who delivers medicine, since the door-to-door service was launched, Qi Ling has found that there are many people who will not come to the hospital for treatment.

Everyone has to run for life, especially the elderly in the family are seriously ill, the men in this family have to go out to work to make money, and the women's families have to work at home to serve the elderly, and they can't spare their hands to go to the hospital to see a doctor.

At this time, you can see the benefits of door-to-door service, so even if Meng Huan is not sitting in Fushou Building, he can see many more patients in a day than before.

There are more people who see a doctor, and there are more people who need to deliver medicine, and now almost all the people who come in and out of Fushou Building are people who come to pick up medicine.

If the business of Fushoulou is good, it will naturally attract the jealousy of others, for example, Anrentang opposite.

An Rentang's guy was walking around outside, seemingly soliciting guests, but those thief-eyed eyes kept looking into Fushou Building, eager to get in and take a look.

In the past two days, the business of Fushoulou has become more and more prosperous, and there are more people needed, so Meng Huan hired one more person to come back and sort out the account books, and he was responsible for sorting out the list of medicines.

Qi Ling, who was picking up medicine behind the counter, directly threw a packet of medicine to the man, "Little Liu, you remember!" ”

The small account room named Xiaoliu quickly picked up the pen and recorded the name, address and name of the person who delivered the medicine on the medicine package, and then gave it to the person who had been waiting for the medicine for a long time.

Every pair of medicines sent out from Fushoulou is registered, so beware of someone from getting in the way.

After recording the things, Xiao Liu looked up at the next medicine delivery person, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the figure of a probe outside to probe his brain, and suddenly became vigilant, and called Qi Ling behind the counter.

"Look, boss."

Qi Ling, who was busy dispensing medicine, glanced at Xiao Liu, looked at his hand, and saw An Rentang's guy probing his brain outside, and immediately raised his eyebrows, and handed over the work of dispensing medicine to the guy on the side.

An Rentang's men looked inside from the outside, frowning at the people inside and out, and didn't see anything of value for a while.

Just as he was about to walk in with his feet, a pot of tea was suddenly poured at his feet, thanks to his quick retreat, otherwise the hot tea would have been poured on his instep.

As soon as he looked up, he met Qi Ling's eyes that seemed to be smiling, and the guy smiled awkwardly.

"Qi Dongjia."

Qi Ling pursed his lips and smiled at him, skimmed at the foot that had already stepped on the steps, and shook the hot teapot in his hand.

The man immediately retracted his legs, nodded at Qi Ling with a grin, and then stepped back pretending to be nothing.

"Misunderstanding, it's all misunderstanding, I didn't do anything."

The chair was on the door frame, looking at the guy who was walking back, Qi Ling suddenly stopped him, "Our Fushou Building is a place to see a doctor, if you are sick, you are welcome to come, if it is something else, don't come, otherwise, it is easy to be regarded as a thief." ”

Leaving a sentence, Qi Ling looked up at the guy who was soliciting guests in front of Anren Hall, snorted coldly and turned around and went in, leaving only a beautiful back for them.

The guy who failed to listen to the news sighed deeply, turned around to look at the crowded Fushou Building, and walked back to Anren Hall with his head down.

Compared with the people in Fushou Building, there are many people who come to Anrentang to see a doctor, but I always feel unsteady when I look at it like this, especially I don't know how many people there are in Fushou Building opposite.

In the past few days, there has been a long queue of people who have seen Fushoulou deliver medicine, and at a glance, I know that there are many people who see a doctor, but after all, there is no specific number, and An Rentang's heart is not steady.

How much money does the hospital make, one is how many people see a doctor, and then it sells medicine.

The person who inquired about the news went into the back hall, and when the Hu steward who had been waiting inside for a long time saw that the person had returned, he hurriedly greeted him, and his eyes were round, and he knew how anxious he was waiting.

"How? See their books? How many patients do they see in a day? How much money did you collect? ”