Twenty or thirty flavors of Chinese medicine are not enough for him, a person who has been immersed in Chinese medicine for many years, and it is urgent to expand the Chinese medicine cabinet and increase the variety of Chinese medicine.

Although he was reborn, he didn't have any books at hand, only old school textbooks, and these textbooks were not enough to read, so he had to go to the bookstore and buy some books to come back.

In addition, Zhu Na is leaving, and the salary needs to be settled, and she can't be in arrears.

These four things are inseparable from the word "money", but the most urgent thing at the moment is rent.

As far as he knows, the male landlord has an old slow branch and emphysema, and his health is very poor, he runs to the hospital twice in three days, and lives for ten days and half a month.

The other three things can only be planned after paying the rent.

Although Song Qian has many years of experience in traditional Chinese medicine, it can be realized in time, but at the moment he is like guarding the mountains of gold and silver, but he has nothing to do, leaving regrets in vain.

As for reaching out to ask for money from his family, Song Qian couldn't open his mouth, he had already emptied everything in his family when he bought the clinic, and he still owed tens of thousands of debts, and his family was not much better.

"Ugh." Song Qian couldn't help but sigh secretly, and said to himself: Take one step at a time, there is a way that 'there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain', and there are always more ways than difficulties.

Song Qian smiled self-deprecatingly, and looked at the door of the clinic, but no one appeared at the door, let alone the person who entered the door to see a doctor.

It's so boring to wait until it's time to get off work, and no one comes in.

"It's time to get off work, Juna." Song Qian shouted at Zhu Na, paused for a moment and said, "Zhu Na, if no one invites you to dinner, let's go have a meal together, right?" ”

Zhu Na instinctively wanted to refuse, but as soon as the word "resignation" came to mind, she swallowed back the words that came to her lips, nodded and said, "Hmm." ”

After closing the door, Song Qian picked a nearby restaurant that was quite exquisite, took the menu handed over by the boss and ordered a few dishes.

Halfway through the meal, after Zhu Na struggled for a long time, she finally said the word "resignation".

Song Qian was not surprised by this, and racked his brains to keep the other party behind, after all, there are not many people like Zhu Na who have a sense of collective honor, and he is dedicated to the affairs in the clinic, so he has no reason to release people easily.

However, when he heard that Zhu Na was about to go to work in Heqiao Central Hospital, Song Qian had no reason to keep the other party, a clinic and a tertiary hospital, there was no comparison between the two.

Although Song Qian is fully sure that the clinic business will be started and even bigger and stronger, he is not blindly arrogant enough to compete with a tertiary hospital.

In desperation, Song Qian had to agree to Zhu Na's resignation.

After touching the ashes of his nose, Song Qian was in no mood to eat, so he ate some like chewing wax, and after Zhu Na finished eating, he waved goodbye and went back to the clinic.

From the time he finished dinner, Song Qianwei stayed until more than ten o'clock in the evening, but he never found anything.

"Ugh." After getting used to an overcrowded medical career, Song Qian was a little unable to adapt to the current situation, but there was nothing he could do, and the trust between doctors and patients could not be established in a few words.

After closing the door, Song Qian returned to the rented single room upstairs of the clinic, which was full of miscellaneous items, which seemed very messy, and everything seemed strange and familiar, a very long time ago.

Song Qianma cleaned up with his hands, and then took a cold shower beautifully, and the whole person instantly woke up, and he didn't feel sleepy.

Song Qian walked to the balcony of the single room with a lonely face, looked up at the starry sky, and thought about the rich life before he was reborn, his husband and wife were with him, and his children were obedient and well-behaved.

Now he is alone, alone in the rental house, and there is not even a person around him to ask for warmth.

As soon as he thought of "husband singing and wife following", a familiar figure instantly appeared in Song Qian's mind, and he met and knew each other, then fell in love hand with him, and stepped into the palace of marriage with poverty and whiteness.

Bits and pieces, familiar scenes poured into my mind.

In order to fight for breath, and for the dream of traditional Chinese medicine in his heart, Song Qian did not stumble less, and stumbled all the way through more than ten years.

In the eyes of ordinary people, opening a clinic is a very profitable industry, and even before getting started, Song Qian thought so.

After stepping into it with one foot, Song Qianfang found out that this was not the case, he could go to work from 9 to 5, and opening a clinic was more exaggerated than 9 to 5, opening the door at 7 o'clock in the morning and closing at 10 o'clock in the evening to go home, it can be said that he was in the clinic all day, which was completely no different from house arrest.

Especially when the business is bleak, the torment in my heart is really inexplicable.

Occasionally close the door to do something, and I am always worried about losing business.

Even so, his wife did not dislike Song Gan because of this, and consistently supported his career with actions and took on most of the housework, which made him quite touched and guilty.

Thinking of this, Song Qian couldn't help but sigh, and secretly said in his heart that at this time twenty years ago, his wife should have been eighteen years old, just after the college entrance examination, and she should be on her way to college at this time.

Song Qian inexplicably had an impulse to go over to see her in college, and then denied this unrealistic impulse.

Not to mention that this may affect her studies, even if she wants to go now, she has no travel expenses, and her pocket is shy and tight, so what can she do if she goes?

After thinking about it for a long time, Song Qian finally fell asleep.

Early the next morning, Song Qian came to the clinic early to open the door, believing that early birds get worms. It's just that it backfired, and no one came in at noon with Zhu Na.

Just when Song Qian boiled Uncle Li's Chinese medicine and wanted to give up and was about to lock the door to go to lunch, a mother and son appeared at the door.

The woman looked to be in her thirties, holding a little boy of seven or eight years old in one hand and a plastic bag in the other.

Song Qian only glanced at it, and knew that it contained water for injection and medicine.

As soon as the middle-aged woman entered the door, she opened her voice and asked, "Doctor, can you inject medicine here?" ”

Song Qian instinctively wanted to refuse, but saw Zhu Na walking up with enthusiasm on her face, and said as she walked: "Yes." ”

After taking the medicine from the middle-aged woman's hand, Zhu Na took care of herself and drove away.

Song Qian had no choice but to go forward and ask the middle-aged woman for a medical record book, but he never thought that the latter had no medical record book at all, only a ghostly prescription paper, which came from the hand of a doctor in a village clinic.

Song Qian was already familiar with the medicines on the prescription paper, although the handwriting was very sloppy, but it did not prevent him from recognizing the names of the medicines, a typical "three vegetarian and one soup".

After reading the prescription, Song Qian signaled Zhu Na not to rush to get an injection, but personally checked the little boy's pulse, looked at the tongue coating, listened to the chest with a stethoscope, and then asked about the condition, so that Zhu Na was given an injection and infusion.

Even if the patient brings medication, once he agrees to take it, Song Qian will treat it as his own patient and patiently do some relevant examinations for the patient, which is his consistent principle.

Since you have received the note, it means that you have to take the corresponding risk, if you smear the patient's eyes, it is very dangerous, once there is a possible risk, then when you come back, most of the time it is too late.

On the other hand, Song Qian can convert other people's customers into his own, and even make a business because of this.

It may sound like a lot of copper, but it's a no-brainer for self-financed private practices. In general, as long as you don't cheat and don't violate professional ethics, you can be worthy of this profession.

After some examination, Song Qian had a general judgment of the little boy's condition: dizziness, headache, cough, coughing up a lot of phlegm, coupled with a tight pulse and a white and greasy tongue, it should be a cold and cold, strictly speaking, there is no indication for the use of antibiotics.

But the white and greasy tongue and the simple cold with the wind and cold seemed to be inexplicable, Song Qian stared for a moment and asked, "May I ask, do your children often eat cold drinks?" ”

The middle-aged woman glared at the little boy fiercely when she heard this, and said, "What did the doctor ask you?" How many popsicles did you eat yesterday? ”

The little boy's eyes dodged, but he didn't dare to answer the middle-aged woman's words, so he only shook his head vigorously.

The middle-aged woman stretched out her hand to hit the little boy, but she raised it heavily, but her palm fell gently, and she didn't really hit the latter, and then said in a tone of hatred: "I repeatedly emphasized that he should not eat popsicles often, but he always said that he didn't listen, and always avoided me to eat secretly." Every time I eat too much, I will catch a cold 100%, and the medicine will not be good for several days, so I have to take injections and infusions. ”