Practicing Medical Skills in a Small Clinic-Chapter 122 - 107: Old Street of South City—Official Tripartite Balance of Power

Chapter 122: Chapter 107: Old Street of South City—Official Tripartite Balance of Power

Spent 50 yuan to call a car for the old man, taking him to the big hospital. This not only removed a hassle but also helped this great and selfless old man.

He turned back into the clinic to diagnose and prescribe for the waiting patient.

Just a common stomachache.

His master level in gastroenterology is no joke. After diagnosis, he ultimately determined that the patient was suffering from acute gastritis.

Prescribed cimetidine to inhibit gastric acid and aluminum magnesium carbonate to protect the gastric mucosa.

He instructed the patient to return if the stomachache persists after medication or if new symptoms arise, either for a follow-up or hospital examination.

Gastritis is divided into acute and chronic forms.

In Li Jingsheng’s view, common acute gastritis is easier to treat.

Chronic gastritis sometimes lasts for a long time, and it might no longer be superficial gastritis but could have developed into a gastric ulcer. Another tricky chronic gastritis is caused by Helicobacter pylori, which is quite troublesome to treat.

Mainly because it’s prone to relapse.

Helicobacter pylori not only causes bad breath but is also one of the main culprits leading to gastric cancer.

The incidence of this disease is astonishingly high, over 50%.

Testing for this disease is not complicated; a breath test can quickly yield results. Treatment isn’t difficult, but the troublesome part is its tendency to relapse, making a complete cure difficult.

After dealing with this patient, Li Jingsheng finally got to sit down and take a sip of water.

Tang Ping walked over.

"Boss, you clearly paid the taxi driver money, why tell that old man that the driver took him along the way?"

"The old man is very thrifty. A kind lie can make him accept it more easily, isn’t it better?"

Li Jingsheng blinked, smiling as he answered.

"But you gave him money and didn’t tell him. He wouldn’t know you helped him."

Tang Ping found it hard to understand.

People seek either fame or profit.

Who would foolishly spend money doing good deeds without telling the recipient?

"Why should I let him know I helped him? But you, clearly in the clinic, with customers buying medicine at the time, looking from so far away, you saw clearly!"

Li Jingsheng was criticizing her for not being focused at work, looking around everywhere.

"Hehe, I didn’t delay my work! That customer was just dawdling, clearly a man, taking longer to buy health products than a woman shopping for clothes. He compared prices, I just did my watching."

Tang Ping wasn’t very afraid of Li Jingsheng.

At least for such small matters, she knows the boss won’t really scold her.

At most, he’d just give a reminder.

"Boss, this time when hiring a new employee, can you hire someone who can sell medicine? I can manage nurse duties, but dealing with some difficult customers, I can’t handle it."

If not for a few silvers, who would be willing to bend their waist and smile?

A nurse is originally a technical job, not a service role.

Her personality isn’t suited for dealing with those difficult customers.

Just seeing Boss Zhao making moves on her, with her only option to avoid, shows her lack of resistance.

Some women are just not naturally aggressive and fierce.

"Alright, Dean Tang’s suggestions will definitely be given priority, and I’ll try to hire a med student who knows sales."

Li Jingsheng addressed her as Dean Tang, teasing her.

"Thank you, Grand Dean!"

She playfully copied the gestures of a consort from period dramas, making a thanking salute.

Li Jingsheng couldn’t help but laugh along.

The recruitment ads have been out for a while, but why hasn’t anyone come for an interview?

Med students willing to enter small clinics might be few.

Only those who failed exams or can’t find training hospitals temporarily would come to small clinics as a transition.

...

By five in the afternoon, more young people were on the street.

Most were just off work.

Li Jingsheng hoped someone would come for an interview.

Because this afternoon was especially busy, with a continuous stream of people buying medicine, and the occasional patient coming in, the small clinic quickly felt understaffed.

"Haha, Dr. Li, how’s it going!"

A familiar voice sounded from outside.

Looking over, it turned out Boss Zhao was coming over.

Held by Xiaogao, carrying two bottles... of wine.

Li Jingsheng didn’t expect Boss Zhao to be discharged so soon; he hoped that old chap would stay in the hospital longer.

Recently, with Boss Zhao hospitalized, the Sunshine Clinic’s business was surprisingly good.

Undeniably, although this old chap’s character isn’t great, his business skills are excellent.

"Tang beauty, long time no see, did you miss me?"

Boss Zhao greeted Li Jingsheng, then brightened at seeing Tang Ping, teasing her with a smile.

Tang Ping was somewhat afraid of him, bowed her head to organize the medicine in the counter, pretending not to hear.

"Boss Zhao, your health is quite robust. Just a few days and you’re discharged! Nothing serious, I hope?"

Li Jingsheng now has established connections with Doctor Xu and Director Mu from the Second Hospital, and with the mysterious Brother Qiu shielding him, when facing local bully Boss Zhao, he’s much more confident.

"Haha, thanks to you, my heart just had a small issue. That day maybe... it was too hot, so I fainted. I, Old Zhao, am a person who distinguishes clearly between gratitude and grievance. These are two bottles of Maotai given by a friend, I’ve been reluctant to drink them. I specially brought them over today to give to you. Thanks for saving my life that day."

Boss Zhao unhesitatingly placed the two bottles on Li Jingsheng’s clinic desk.

A bottle of Maotai would cost at least over a thousand, and the expensive ones several thousand.

To give two bottles directly to Li Jingsheng was quite unexpected.

He glanced at the two bottles, secretly thinking, "Could they be fake wine?"

Boss Zhao seemed to read his mind, laughing and saying, "Rest assured, the wine is absolutely real. Whether you drink it yourself or gift it to a superior, no problem."

"Boss Zhao, I can’t accept this wine; I accept your sentiment. Saving you was just a minor effort, no need for formality."

Li Jingsheng doesn’t drink.

He didn’t want to associate with Boss Zhao, having suffered more losses under his hand than unrequited crushes.

He’s truly been swindled by Boss Zhao.

Accepting these two bottles would only lead to further entanglement.

"Brother, hear me out. I, Old Zhao, have done some things not quite right. But it was all just for personal interest; I see no fault in it. These two bottles of wine are sincerely given to you, both to thank you for saving my life and to apologize for the times I plotted against you. From now on, I promise not to target you anymore. This street will be your Sunshine Clinic, my Quick Recovery Clinic, and Boss Ye’s Jinkui Clinic, altogether three businesses, each operating independently, not interfering."

Boss Zhao spoke with a very serious tone.

Quite unexpected.

Listening to this, he was openly admitting Sunshine Clinic’s presence, promising no more underhand tactics.