Chapter 125 of Traditional Chinese Medicine Heat

  Song Jian heard Xu Si's question and couldn't help but laugh and cry, "It just started today."

  "This is the black chicken soup I stewed for you, have a taste," Xu Si handed the thermos in her arms to Song Jian.

  Song Jian nodded and said "uh-huh".

  "Hmm..."

  Someone behind them overheard the conversation between the two and let out a strange cry, followed by more patients joining in and making similar "unh..." noises.

  Xu Si's face suddenly turned red.

  Song Jian just smiled.

  "Little genius doctor, your girlfriend is so beautiful."

  "Song Dafu, you really have good luck."

  "Alas, I was planning to bring my daughter along too, looks like that's not going to happen."

  A group of patients smiled kindly and then started bragging about whose daughter was beautiful, and whose young man was promising.

  Song Jian carried a thermos bucket and stretched out his left hand to grab Xu Si's right hand, "Let's go eat at that table over there."

  Xu Si's hands were soft and cool to the touch.

  "Hmm," Xu Si merely struggled slightly before yielding to Song Jian's grasp.

  At a table in the corner, Song Jian and Xu Si sat across from each other, opened the thermos, and a fragrant aroma wafted out, smelling that this chicken soup had been simmered for at least two hours.

  "Have some too," Song Jian handed a thermos cup to Xu Si.

  Xu Si didn't refuse and said, "How did it become like this here? On TV, they say patients can't gather in crowds. Look at this place, it's like a vegetable market."

  Song Jian sighed and said, "They don't listen to me. When they start blowing their tops and spitting everywhere, I'm also helpless. But after getting over this kind of illness, there will be antibodies in the body for a short period of time, so it's okay."

  As they were talking, another family came over with flashlights in the dark, coughing from time to time as they walked.

  "Huh? Kid's mom, didn't we take a wrong turn, this is a night market." A middle-aged man's voice sounded in the darkness.

  "No, it says here on the ad, Ganjiang West Road, the original site of Tongrentang. We've been to Tongrentang before, it's right here." A woman's voice replied.

  "Dad, mom, we'll know once we go in," said a 7 or 8 year old child's voice.

  Three people came in and saw so many people blowing cowhide in the tent, three people were even more puzzled.

  "Hey, Old Wang, you're here too!" someone suddenly greeted from inside the tent.

  Old Wang, who was holding the flashlight, immediately felt at ease and said, "Old Ma, I'm looking for Siyuantang Pharmacy. The advertisement says it's here, but..."

  "Haha, that's right, it's here. How about you, are you also running a fever?" Old Ma stood up with a smile, he and Old Zhang lived not far from each other, so they knew each other too.

  Old Zhang was very unhappy when he heard this. This is a plague, and his whole family got the plague. Old Ma is gloating over their misfortune.

  "What's going on? Can't even let him have a fever?" Old Zhang waved his flashlight back and forth.

  "Haha, our whole family was in pain and had a high fever this morning, so we came here." Old Ma didn't take it seriously.

  "What? Your... your family's also been infected? How can you still smile? Sitting here chatting idly?" Old Zhang was confused.

  "Don't be afraid, the little doctor from Siyuantang said that this plague is just a highly contagious cold, very easy to treat. Come quickly, 30 yuan per person, go over there and pay the money, then you can get a sachet and a mask, and take a paper cup to the thermos to get a cup of medicine, drink it and it's guaranteed to be fine. If not, the little doctor won't charge extra, will give you separate treatment. It seems that this old horse has been here since noon, is extremely familiar with this procedure, now Xia Lin, Fei Maotui and others have all gone home, these patients have become self-organized order maintainers."

  Old Zhang was skeptical, but the scene of over a hundred people moving their mattresses to build a big mountain in front of him made Old Zhang swallow his saliva. Such days had not been experienced for over a decade. Since Suzhou City implemented planning, high-rise buildings have sprung up everywhere on the streets, and these old residents can only be separated by roads and high-rises.

  And what's more, the pace of life seems to have sped up all at once. Even when there is free time, it's spent watching TV at home, and few people will move their stools together to chat.

  Xu Si rested his right elbow on the table, propping up his head, and watched Song Jian drink chicken soup.

  "You really have a way," Xǔ Sī said in a low voice, "Traditional Chinese medicine is actually so powerful, it's not just for treating chronic diseases, but also for treating this plague."

  Song Jian just smiled and said, "For the plague, traditional Chinese medicine has treated countless times over thousands of years, so it has a lot of experience. However, in the past, there was a lack of materials and information was very closed off, so even with traditional Chinese medicine, many people would still die from a plague. Now it's different, everyone gets sick, as long as they receive treatment quickly, they will definitely get better, and now material life is good, we have food to eat and clothes to wear, our resistance has also increased a lot, and sanitary conditions are also good, so these ordinary epidemics are nothing to be afraid of."

  Xu Si couldn't help but laugh, although she didn't quite understand some of the theories of traditional Chinese medicine, but she enjoyed listening to Song Jian's passionate and eloquent speech.

  "I guess you were a Chinese doctor in your past life, and a divine one at that," Xǔ Sī said suddenly.

  Song Jian was startled for a moment, "coughing" twice, he stared at Xu Si, and only then did he realize that Xu Si was just praising his love for traditional Chinese medicine.

  He smiled wryly, Song Jian was indeed a Chinese medicine doctor in his past life, and also the youngest chief imperial physician in Tai Hospital.

  "I think so too," Song Jian lowered his head and drank soup, saying: "How's Xiangnang?"

  "We sold a total of three items, 2.5 million units, and they were all sold out in an instant. Do you know how much money our company made today?" Xu Si said excitedly, "Just the pure profit from the sachets is 250 million, oh my god, if it were in the past, I wouldn't have been able to make even 10 million in ten years."

  "It's just a matter of timing and luck, there will be even more in the next few days. Hmm, actually this is just the beginning, the key is that our group's brand will make a big impact later on, at that time, whatever our group produces, it will be hot-selling, saving us a lot of advertising expenses."

  "Hmm, then our brand will be valuable later on," Xǔ Sī also smiled.

  "Now your grandfather can rest assured," Song Jian said with a sigh.

  "What's wrong?" Xu Si was taken aback at first, then remembered Xu Haitian's obstruction of their marriage and suddenly understood Song Jian's meaning. Her face turned red as she said, "Hurry up and eat, it's all cold."

  After dinner, Xu Si returned home, while Song Jian continued to stay in the pharmacy of Siyuantang. At 11 o'clock, the people outside finally left one after another. Song Jian finished prescribing medicine for the last few patients and was about to close the door.

  "Ah......" Gao Yuan stood up, stretched his waist and pulled up the already short shirt, revealing his entire lower abdomen.

  "I'm exhausted to death. It seems that going to work is really not easy, no wonder so many people would rather fight and kill than go to work and live a stable life," Gao Yuan muttered to himself.

  Song Jian tapped He Yuan's head, "It's just a bit tiring today, don't worry, after the epidemic is over, you'll all get bonuses. Liu Dachun! You can all go back now, come back to work at 9 o'clock tomorrow."

  "Alright, Director Song, let's leave a thermos outside, just in case there are patients who come at midnight and can take their medicine themselves." Liu Dachun suggested.

  "Okay, write a sign and shine a light on it, that's all."

  A group of people bustled about for a while before closing up shop and heading home.

  The next day, the number of patients at Siyuantang decreased significantly, not because there were fewer infected people, but because major hospitals and traditional Chinese medicine clinics began to accept plague patients. This allowed traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, who had been suppressed for many years, to finally show off their skills. Patients who couldn't recover immediately from intravenous drips would be cured by traditional Chinese medicine after taking two or three doses of herbal medicine, and they would quickly regain their energy.

  The next day, the sachets were sold out, but Song Jian estimated that it wouldn't take long for sachets to be available everywhere, whether they were counterfeit or self-produced. In fact, the formula for the sachets was not a secret, and any fragrant and dampening medicine could be made into sachets.

  The prices of honeysuckle and Prunella have skyrocketed, especially Prunella, which was previously a very cheap herb that cost only around 10 yuan per kilogram, but now has risen to over 100 yuan per kilogram.

  Liu Dachun looked at the price trend of the medicine, his mouth wide open. He finally understood why Song Jian had asked him to buy a large quantity of honeysuckle and Artemisia annua half a month ago. These two medicines were the golden eggs-laying hens!

  When the price rose to over one hundred yuan per kilogram, Song Jian let Liu Dachun organize manpower to pull these two medicines and sell them to various medicinal material markets.

  At that time, the Sifary Pharmaceutical Factory had eaten more than 3 million yuan of medicinal materials. Now it suddenly sold out, and the prices of these two medicines stabilized immediately. Those medicinal material merchants who were ready to make a big profit saw the endless Xiangqicao and Jin Yin Hua goods, and they wanted to cry but had no tears, knowing that they wouldn't make much money this time.

  The epidemic has stabilized, and people have become accustomed to going out with masks on, although schools are still suspended and the flow of people in major shopping malls is still very small, but no one is panicked or afraid of the plague, traditional Chinese medicine has once again entered people's field of vision.

  These days, whether in the news, health columns or life programs, many interviewees have become white-haired old Chinese medicine doctors, and a wave of traditional Chinese medicine fever has swept across China.

  After the sales of Xiang Nang were bright, Song Jian let Liu Da Chun withdraw the Xiang Nang project and continue to produce Bu Yang Fu Mai Tang. Moreover, Song Jian also developed a plaster formula based on the "Shang Gu Zhen Ren Shu" and his own experience with rheumatism, adding another prescription.

  However, the current black plaster is not selling well. Song Jian and Bae Yong-joon have renovated the black plaster using modern permeable membrane technology and drug molecular activity technology, making it a lighter and more gentle plaster.

  Bai Yong was still worried about his wife's heart disease, Song Jian patted Bai Yong's shoulder and let him rest assured that the materials for Tianwang Buxin Dan were not expensive, but they were quite difficult to find, especially one of them, Danshen Wang, which was very rare. Song Jian promised Bai Yong that at the legendary Chinese medicine auction held in May by Miao State, he would definitely find Danshen Wang and cure his wife's heart disease.

  It was more than a week later when Zhou Tong called.

  "Zhou Da journalist, what's up?" Song Jian asked, holding the phone.

  "Can't you just call me for no reason? I just want to hear your voice." Zhou Tong said softly.

  Song Jian wiped his sweat and didn't dare to speak up.

  "Hmph, kidding aside, don't be too full of yourself! The thing is, our studio has prepared a series of traditional Chinese medicine health programs, and guess what? We thought of you as the first guest. Tomorrow I'll conduct an exclusive interview with you, so list out anything you want to advertise, we have half an hour available." Zhou Tong said with a pleased expression.

  Song Jian and Zhou Tong burst out laughing at the same time.

  No sooner had I hung up the phone than it rang again.

  "What?" Song Jian asked.

  "Song Jian, you'd better be careful lately, the people from Jindragon Martial Arts Hall are looking for you everywhere," said Huang Yao's voice on the phone.