268: Chapter 268 Enough of This Thing 268: Chapter 268 Enough of This Thing After Qin Han saw the last patient, he said to Zhang Henian, “Old Zhang, you must be exhausted these past few days.”
“Ha, what are you talking about, Mr.
Qin?
You saw twice as many patients as I did, if not more.
How could I be tired?
Besides, seeing the patients leaving with smiles on their faces makes feel very content,” Zhang Henian replied with a laugh.
It had been two days since the press conference, and these two days were flooded with news reports about the hemostatic powder concocted by Qin Han.
Qin’s dical Clinic was booming, drawing people from other cities to seek treatnt from Qin Han, making the clinic overcrowded every single day.
At the sa ti, Qingshi Wangfei also leveraged this surge of popularity to beco a well-known enterprise in Zhongzhou, and even gained so fa throughout the entire Dragon Country, sotis even outshining the head company, Wenfeng Group.
Overwheld with orders, Song Yuwei found herself struggling to cope, and in addition to expanding the scale and recruiting talent, she also had to study the establishnt of the dicinal workshop.
The two of them were so busy that they would fall asleep as soon as they got ho, not even in the mood to glance at the little white rabbit.
However, what Qin Han did not know was that the press conference had caused quite a stir in Dragon Country.
In the northern borders, at the Zheng family.
“This Qin Han shares the sa na as the Sect Leader of the Holy dicine Sect, though the age difference is quite significant.
But just like the Sect Leader, he is a master of dical skills.
Try to make contact with him and see if he can be of use to our Zheng family.
But rember, even if he can’t be put to use for our family, do not offend him lightly!” Zheng Jun instructed Uncle Hua.
“Rest assured, Second Young Master, this old servant knows what to do.”
In the capital, within a shadowy courtyard room, a man in black was sitting in front of a television.
Strangely enough, despite being in such a dark room, he was wearing a mask.
“Qin Han!” The man in black stood up abruptly when he saw the news on TV, staring intently at the screen.
But when he laid eyes on Qin Han, he slowly sat back down.
“The appearances differ too much.
Could it be facial disguise?
No, disguises aren’t this realistic; that’s his real face.
Could it be plastic surgery?” the man in black muttered to himself.
After a while, he shook his head and said, “Maybe it’s just soone with the sa na.”
“Wei Yi!” The man in black called out toward the door.
“Master!” In an instant, a young man, also dressed in black, appeared by the man’s side.
The man in black spoke indifferently, “Go to Zhongzhou and investigate this Qin Han.
I want all his detailed information—everything about his ancestors for three generations!”
“Yes!”
In Ganxi, Fengming Mountain.
“Is that you, Qin Han?” A beautiful woman was staring at a photo of Qin Han on her phone.
She then shook her head and said sorrowfully, “My longing for you is driving mad.”
“How could one survive a plunge from Huashan?
You are Qin Han, and yet not Qin Han!” the beautiful woman pointed at the photo of Qin Han on her phone and said.
Daoist Yimu watched the news with a sense of helplessness and remarked, “I’m afraid that those with intention might have taken notice by now.
I hope it can still be kept secret.”
“Xue Yi, do you think it’s possible that he really is the Sect Leader?” A young man dressed in an all-white suit spoke.
Xue Yi, also in a white suit, furrowed his brow and said, “It doesn’t seem like it.
I can’t tell if it’s a disguise, and his height is also a bit off from the Sect Leader’s.
Moreover, if he were the Sect Leader, why wouldn’t he co to find us?”
“Xue Yi, I want to go to Zhongzhou.
I won’t give up as long as there is a sliver of hope.”
“Xue Shiwu, I want to go too.
I really miss the days when the Sect Leader was with us.
The Holy dicine Sect now is nothing like it was before,” Xue Yi sighed.
After speaking, the two exchanged glances, promptly gathered their belongings, and left ho.
anwhile, Qin Han, who was lying on a Taishi Chair, was completely unaware of these matters.
Having just finished preparing the last prescription, Zhang Yalin slumped into a chair, exhausted, with Xu Bingyan, who had been assisting, looking equally worn out beside her.
Seeing the two so tired, Qin Han stood up, took out a bottle of Small Guiyuan Pills, and handed it to them with a smile, “Take one and I guarantee you’ll both be instantly revitalized.”
Both took a Small Guiyuan Pill weakly, but after a short while, they felt much better.
Qin Han then passed the bottle to Zhang Henian, smiling as he spoke to the others, “Everyone have one.
We may not have much, but we have plenty of these little things.”
If others knew that the Small Guiyuan Pills, which could fetch tens of thousands on the market, were being handed out like candy here, who knows what they would think?
“Qin Han, I think we might need to rethink our charging system,” Zhang Yalin said.
That morning, although there were no difficult patients, just minor ailnts like headaches and fevers, it had been busy enough for everyone.
What was most important was that, upon seeing the morning’s earnings, Zhang Yalin felt like crying; they had been bustling all morning but the inco was ager.
Dispensing dicine was fine, as they still earned sothing for it.
Even though the prices were low, there was so inco, but for those not prescribing dication, there wasn’t even a consultation fee.
Given the nature of Qin Han and Zhang Henian, they often treated minor illnesses for free.
“That is indeed a problem.
Many minor ailnts could actually be treated elsewhere,” Zhang Henian remarked.
Upon hearing this, Qin Han also beca thoughtful.
Today’s visitors to Qin’s Clinic had been praising it as the people’s clinic, not only for Qin Han’s superb dical skills but also for the affordable dicine.
The news spread swiftly, and with patient’s recomndations multiplying rapidly coupled with the modest fees, it was expected that Qin’s Clinic would attract a large patient base.
Eventually, though, the clinic only had Qin Han and Zhang Henian as doctors.
Even if they worked without eating or resting, how many people could they treat in one day?
“I understand your hesitation, but in this world, there’s a saying ‘charity can’t be extended to the poor.’ No one can be a saint,” Zhang Yalin said, perceiving Qin Han’s reluctance.
After a long pause, Qin Han finally spoke, “You figure it out, but on one condition, we cannot raise the price of the dicine!” Then he turned to Zhang Henian, “Mr.
Zhang, do you know any more doctors?
I think we need to hire a few more.”
Zhang Henian replied with a smile, “Leave that to .
I have many classmates who are as spirited as I am.
Even if we don’t pay them a salary, it won’t be a problem.”
“We should still pay them a salary,” Qin Han said with a smile.
Lian Ping, the journalist previously ejected from the clinic by Zhong Yuanliang and who had several tis since tried to influence news coverage.
Right after the press conference that day, he received a call from his editor, ordering him to collect his final paycheck and get out.
Then ca the calls from his relatives.
Those who used to be friendly were now cursing him, claiming he was the reason they couldn’t get dical treatnt.
The only ones who didn’t berate him were his parents.
Even his girlfriend broke up with him.
For Lian Ping, the past couple of days had been filled with unprecedented despair.
He had always believed being a journalist was like being an uncrowned king.
What is privacy?
You have no privacy before !
If you resist an interview, I’ll sar you until you give in.
But this ti, Qin Han had fiercely slapped him across the face!
All was lost for him now.
What could be more despairing than this?
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