Since the city doctor couldn't solve it, Zhou Yuan was in a hurry and went to the doctor for so many days. Went to find a traditional Chinese medicine hospital.
After all, he is the vice-president of the city doctor. He has been in Suzhou for so many years, so it is impossible that he has no connections. The Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital directly came forward with authority, an old Chinese doctor who had just entered his sixties and did not want to retire, and worked in the clinic of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital all day long.
He is a famous doctor at the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, named Pan Jiaju, and he is also a highly respected expert. Many difficult and complicated diseases have been cured by him.
Sitting in the consulting room, he took Zhou Yuan's youngest son's pulse and said, "Just prescribe medicine." Hearing such a calm result, Zhou Yuan finally breathed out: "Teacher Pan, my youngest son's disease is... The city doctor has been giving him infusions for several days, but there is no improvement at all. The experts all said that we should transfer him to another hospital or perform surgery directly. You see..." Pan Jiaju looked calm and smiled kindly.
He took out a candy from the drawer, peeled it open and put it into the mouth of Zhou Yuan's youngest son. The child immediately stopped screaming and became very quiet.
"In my case, just take medicine." He still said this, but to Zhou Yuan, it was a life-saving quote!
Both he and his wife breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that a big stone had been lifted from their hearts. The disease was not cured after several days of infusion at the city doctor, but Teacher Pan found it easy!
After all, Zhou Yuan is an expert and the dean. He knows about his son's tuberculosis problem, and the photos and blood tests have shown results.
So he raised his eyebrows and asked, "What medicine is Teacher Pan going to prescribe for my son?" Pan Jiaju said, "Our hospital has good medicine from Woodhouse Pharmaceuticals for your son. Take a pair. Go back and drink it with boiled water. He will be fine the next day."
"Woodhouse... Pharmaceutical..." Zhou Yuan was stunned. He did not expect that now, his son would actually rely on Woodhouse Pharmaceutical's medicine to treat his illness.
"Teacher Pan, as far as I know, their medicinal powder can only treat common colds, right? My son has tuberculosis!" Pan Jiaju waved his hand and said, "I said he can be cured, and he can be cured. Dean Zhou Don’t you believe me?” Zhou Yuan was stunned.
He immediately shook his head: "Don't dare, don't dare, how dare I not believe you, but... my son's disease is tuberculosis."
"I know it's tuberculosis. Just listen to me. After taking this medicine, you'll be fine immediately." Pan Jiaju wrote out the medicine list and handed it to Zhou Yuan. He asked his wife to pay for the medicine immediately.
When I got it, I opened the package and saw that it was some medicinal powder. The medicine box also had the registered trademark of Taiji Pharmaceutical Factory written on it, and Zhou Yuan fell into deep thought.
He smiled bitterly. He had previously followed Sima Tun to build Taiji Pharmaceutical Factory and Wooden House Pharmaceutical Company, and take action against the Mu family.
Now, his youngest son relies on medicine from Woodhouse Pharmaceuticals and Taiji Pharmaceutical Factory.
"Honey, does this really work?"
"Whether it works or not, you'll know after you try it." Zhou Yuan sighed. Later, I went home with my wife, made some medicinal powder with boiling water and fed it to my young son. His condition improved immediately.
The child slept soundly on the bed and even snored. Zhou Yuan and his wife didn't sleep all night and stayed nearby, fearing that their son would cough or have a high fever again.
As a result, nothing happened overnight, but my body temperature gradually dropped. It wasn't until early the next morning that I was completely healed.
My son screamed as soon as he got up, and my wife knew it was because he was hungry. After eating a full meal, he felt full of energy and seemed to have lost all the previous malaise.
"Husband, look, Beibei is healed. I couldn't even eat before, but it made me so sad. This medicine is really amazing." Zhou Yuan hugged his wife, and the old couple hugged each other and cried.
"Husband, these days...I...I'm too worried." Zhou Yuan comforted: "Isn't it okay? It's okay, don't cry. I'll go to Teacher Pan's house later to thank him. !”
"That's right, hubby, bring the gift." Zhou Yuan was still worried: "You can come with me later, hold Beibei in your arms, and let Teacher Pan check again to see if the root cause of the disease is still there."
"Oh!" Afterwards, it was confirmed that their youngest son was indeed fine. Tuberculosis can be cured immediately with just one medicine.
Looking back, I found that the money I spent at the city doctor was hundreds of times more than this medicine. He is the vice president. Although he has many privileges in treating patients, he still has to pay the hospital's bills.
How much did you spend on infusions these days? All the photos and blood tests are useless! But in a traditional Chinese medicine hospital, a pair of medicines costing more than ten yuan can cure the disease instantly!
Zhou Yuan thanked Pan Jiaju very much, and Pan Jiaju smiled and waved his hand: "If you want to thank me, thank you for this medicine. There is indeed something in their Taiji Pharmaceutical Factory. I wonder if Dean Zhou knows about Bian Quemen? "
"Bian Quemen? What is that?" Pan Jiaju said with a smile: "They are a beacon in our field of traditional Chinese medicine. Strictly speaking, the medicine your son drank was the prescription prescribed by the miracle doctor of Bian Quemen. It was produced by Tai Chi Pharmaceutical It is produced and packaged in a factory.”
"Bian Quemen..." Zhou Yuan remembered this name deeply in his heart. ... The story that the son of Director Zhou, the city doctor, was treating his youngest son at the city doctor, had not recovered from tuberculosis for several days, but was cured by a dose of medicine at the traditional Chinese medicine hospital, spread immediately.
Many people are asking Zhou Yuan what is going on with this disease.
"Old Zhou, is that really tuberculosis?"
"Could it be that there was an error in the check?"
"These quack doctors are going to torture your son to death. Traditional Chinese medicine hospitals are better."
"This hospital is full of idlers. Lao Zhou, don't worry about it. Just finish your duties and go home every day."
"Old Zhou, I heard from the nurses below that Dr. Li decided to tell his brother about your abuse of power. The Health Bureau is very concerned about this matter..." Zhou Yuandu remained silent.
He felt a little regretful, wondering whether his son's illness was retribution from God because of what he and Sima Tun did.
Now it's better, the quack doctors in the hospital are going to sue him. Sima Tun was urging him. My son was tortured like that in the city hospital, and his illness was not cured.
Due to these various reasons, Zhou Yuan's mentality and stance gradually changed.
"Honey, for Beibei's sake, don't do those things. That Third Young Master of the Sima family. His medicines are all fake. No one on the market knows that, but you still rush to help him." Madam hugged him The son persuaded Zhou Yuan at home.
Zhou Yuan didn't say anything, but said impatiently: "Eat your food, don't worry about work, and take good care of your son." The wife said: "Of course I want to take good care of my son, and you can do the same for us." Beibei, please accumulate some moral integrity. Don't ever touch those fake medicines." Zhou Yuan was silent. In fact, he had already acquiesced, but he still said forcefully: "Shut up and stop saying a few words!" Then he didn't pass. Within a few days, things came to light.
