The next morning arrived.
Ye Feng followed Bai Weiwei. After a meeting at the company, he stopped by a nearby hospital to inspect the status of new drugs.
"The elixirs launched by our company now have excellent reputation, and the supply is still in short supply."
On the way, Bai Weiwei simply explained, "Nowadays, many people from out of town have already scheduled their medication appointments until next year."
Everything was as Ye Feng had expected. Once the elixir that could cure all diseases was launched, it would be a major undertaking that could subvert the medical industry.
The outside world was skeptical and distrustful at the beginning, then gradually tried it and was shocked. Finally, word of mouth spread, and it was difficult to find a single medicine.
Ye Feng originally expected to complete these three stages within a month, but unexpectedly, within half a month, the reputation of the elixir exploded.
Countless patients who were tortured by illness suddenly saw hope of life.
Soon, Ye Feng came to the hospital for inspection and was given a grand reception by the director.
"Miracle Doctor Ye! Master Ye..." The dean and others also knew Ye Feng's famous name very well. After meeting him, they even didn't know how to call him.
After all, for Ye Feng's various achievements, the name of the miracle doctor is the least important, but its influence is also the most extensive.
"Doctor Ye, this little pill of yours is comparable to the apple that fell on Newton's head. It changes the world!"
The dean excitedly held Ye Feng's hand: "This year's Nobel Prize in Medicine belongs to you!"
"Nobel is nothing." The other doctors also said, "In the future, the Ye Feng Medical Award should be established to replace it!"
Facing the compliments from all the doctors, Ye Feng showed little interest. He was very satisfied when he actually walked around the hospital and saw the hope that the elixir brought to the world.
"I would rather the medicine cabinet be dusty than I hope there are no sick people in the world!"
Ye Feng hopes that one day in the future, hospitals will no longer be overcrowded, and that will be a truly peaceful and prosperous era!
Arriving at the hospital lobby, there was already an endless stream of people queuing up to seek medical advice.
The dean said: "There are too many people making appointments for medication, so we opened a special window and queued up to buy medicines. In order to prevent scalpers, all people queuing up have passed strict inspections. This has eliminated the phenomenon of crowding."
Ye Feng nodded, but he was even more determined. He must increase production, because for patients who are struggling for medicine, time is equal to life.
While walking, Ye Feng suddenly noticed that there was a hidden window in the corner. The people standing in line there were all foreign faces?
"What's going on over there!?" Ye Fenggang asked.
Suddenly, there was another middle-aged male doctor in a white coat, chatting and laughing with a foreigner, and naturally joined the queue at the front window.
When the people behind saw it, they immediately stopped working and complained one after another.
"Why did you jump in line at the front!?"
"We've been waiting in line all morning!"
"That's it, do you have the quality!? Get behind the line and queue up!"
Seeing this, the male doctor was still confident and scolded the people in line behind him.
"What is it called!? This is a VIP customer of our hospital! They spend money to buy medicines. How can they be treated the same as you who are reimbursed by medical insurance?!"
"If any of you are willing to take one million to buy medicine, you can jump in line! Take the money!"
As soon as these words came out, the voice of the person complaining behind him was immediately silenced.
But some were still unconvinced and said, "Didn't we say that new drugs should be given priority to our people? We can't even get in the queue now, so why are we still selling them to foreigners at high prices?"
Hearing this, the male doctor laughed: "You don't even look at it, how much did you spend on the medicine? With your little money, why don't we just drink the northwest wind!?"
"As the saying goes, the one with the highest price gets it! Rich foreigners who pay high prices to get medicines should have priority!"
The foreigner also looked proud and spoke provocatively in Mandarin:
"Poor people just line up, the rich ones are the boss! I am your foreign boss!"
Ye Feng heard clearly the conversation between the two parties. During this period, the dean wanted to step forward to stop it, but was stopped by Ye Feng.
Seeing Ye Feng's slightly cold face, the dean and others also looked embarrassed. They didn't expect to be caught on the spot.
"What's going on with these foreigners!?" Ye Feng asked.
"Uh... well..." the dean smiled awkwardly, "Mr. Ye, please listen to my explanation..."
It turns out that due to the impact of new drugs, the hospital's revenue has plummeted. Although there are state subsidies, it is still not comparable to the past.
In order to cope with this dilemma, the hospital unilaterally decided to take out one-tenth of the new drugs and sell them to wealthy foreigners at high prices, using the money to fill the hospital's shortfall.
That secret window faces foreign medicine seekers.
Of course, just now, by chance, another doctor blatantly took a foreign wealthy man to a normal window to jump in line, and even insulted the Chinese people, which made the dean even more unreasonable.
"Who asked you to sell to foreigners without permission!?" Ye Feng asked.
Although using foreign markets to feed back the domestic market was the initial strategy, this does not mean that foreigners can take money to enter the domestic market and squeeze out domestic medicines.
What's more, now that new drugs have just started and production can't keep up, where can they be supplied to foreign countries?
"Does your hospital give priority to serving Chinese people or foreigners?" Ye Feng asked sharply again.
"Yes, yes..." The director looked bitter, "But... we have such a big hospital and have so many doctors... We also have our own difficulties..."
"Hmph!" Ye Feng sneered, "Didn't the state introduce relevant subsidies, and the salary is a penny! It's just that the bonus is less. After a few days of hard life, you can't stand it anymore?"
"But just like in the past, your good life is based on the blood and tears of countless patients who want to sell their iron, or even fall into poverty after one illness!"
"I just moved a big mountain away from the people, and you want to move that mountain back again!?"
The dean was scolded by Ye Feng and had no words to reply, so he had to call the male doctor who had brought foreigners to jump in the queue to come over and give him a lecture.
"Xiao Wang, come here!" The dean waved.
The male doctor, who had not yet realized the seriousness of the problem, said as if he wanted to take credit: "Dean, I have found a big customer from abroad again! A small Hunyuan Pill will cost one million." , or Mijin!"
"Cough cough cough!" The dean coughed deliberately, trying to stop him.
But the male doctor was still immersed in joy: "Dean, don't be excited! Haha... This month's bonus is here again!"
"Shut up!" The dean finally couldn't bear it anymore and shouted angrily, "Who asked you to jump in line for that foreigner!?"
