President Tian might be too embarrassed to co again next ti, he probably won’t have the confidence to show up.
When it cos to the variety, quality, and price of the dicines, they’re no match for Best dicine. The service is even worse. What’s more infuriating is that this unscrupulous businessman took advantage of Li Jingsheng being a rookie at the ti and stuffed a lot of dicines with very short shelf lives on him.
On top of that, business at Li Jingsheng’s clinic wasn’t good, and getting dicine from him was like praying for a miracle.
What a joke.
President Tian practically left with his tail between his legs.
Qiu Shaofeng was already wearing a dust-proof suit, helping the delivery driver move boxes.
Every ti a box was unloaded, Li Jingsheng would check it against the list. This ti, he was extrely ticulous, not only verifying the brand and health approval number but also specifically checking the manufacturing date.
They were all new goods that had been produced less than two months ago.
Moreover, they were mostly from big brands.
Even the worst had health approval licenses.
The quality was significantly better than so of Litong’s subpar products.
Once the unloading was complete, Li Jingsheng’s face was beaming with joy.
Or rather, the smile on his face never disappeared. Every ti he opened a box for inspection, he felt the thrill of finding a great bargain.
After signing off, Qiu Shaofeng hurried off to deliver to other pharmacies and hospitals.
Looking at the few new chairs and the new water dispenser in the clinic, everything felt a bit different.
"Sister Tang, when you arrange the dicines, put those unsold ones from Litong on top. Sell those first, then sell the goods from Best dicine. Unless custors specifically request it, then give them the Best dicine products."
Li Jingsheng advised.
"Haha, you usually seem like a sincere boss, but who knew you could be a crafty businessman too!"
She joked with Li Jingsheng, laughing.
The two of them happily arranged the newly arrived high-quality goods, unable to contain their excitent.
Because selling these quality products ant no after-sales trouble and easily welcoming returning custors.
Litong’s products, many of which were from small factories, so even "grey market" goods, might show more prominent effects right after taking them. However, their actual efficacy was not as good as the quality products from big factories.
To put it simply, small factory products do a great job on the surface to retain custors.
Not to ntion health supplents; even dicine produced by small factories often ups the dosage for the sake of noticeable effects. Taking such dicines isn’t as dramatic as "drinking poison to quench thirst," but they’re surely harmful to the body.
That’s why when Li Jingsheng initially got dicines from Litong, he insisted that all dicinal products be from big factories.
Even for non-prescription drugs, he required them to be from big factories as well.
He’d rather have lower profits to ensure the safety of the dications.
"Hehe, without a bit of craftiness, you can’t run a business! If these Litong products aren’t sold, they’ll just expire and have to be thrown away. Fortunately, I didn’t get a lot of their health supplents, and they’ve mostly sold out over the past few days."
Li Jingsheng has beco much more selective now.
People are like this; as they continuously improve, their standards in all aspects beco higher.
The saying "it’s easy to go from frugality to extravagance but hard to go back" speaks to this principle.
He might not even have realized it himself, but his small clinic’s dications are becoming increasingly standardized.
Almost all small companies are like this; they can’t strive for perfection in every aspect initially because they don’t have the ans. They can only gradually improve as the company grows and becos stronger.
Big companies are not afraid of scrutiny; small companies, once checked, will be caught lacking, which is why.
Just as the dicines were being arranged, custors started coming in to buy dicines and seek dical treatnt.
The busy day had begun.
Luckily, the new supplies were delivered at eight o’clock; otherwise, a lot of business would have been missed.
By noon, there were still two patients inside receiving intravenous therapy.
Li Jingsheng ordered fast food and took turns having lunch with Tang Ping.
They had no choice; today was just too busy.
Li Jingsheng hadn’t even had ti for breakfast.
On the other hand, the clinic’s business was booming for the third day in a row, which made him very happy.
No matter how busy or tired he was, he felt joyful inside.
At this mont, an almost sixty-year-old man walked in. Slightly balding, wearing glasses, thin in build, but his deanor was outstanding. His face carried an aura of calmness, suggesting he was well-educated.
An inner world rich and a lifeti of academic pursuit could cultivate such an aura.
Only university professors, scholars, and research institute academicians possessed this extraordinary, refreshing deanor.
"Hello, is there anything you need?"
Li Jingsheng stood up to greet him politely.
"No, I’m just looking around."
The man’s hair was almost entirely white. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back and glanced around the clinic.
Li Jingsheng mused silently, could this custor possibly have so ’male troubles’?
Don’t be fooled by so old scholars looking serious and proper; they’re sotis more flirtatious than twenty-year-olds, with money and free ti to spare, pursuing romantic adventures isn’t a big deal.
ss around, and they might catch so unwanted trouble.
Because they are prominent figures, they don’t dare to go to big hospitals for treatnt, fearing embarrassnt.
Thus, going to an inconspicuous small clinic becos the best option.
However, clinics have long been stigmatized, and finding one they trust is very difficult.
Li Jingsheng’s Sunshine Clinic made the news yesterday and established a reputable image at least.
This man probably read the paper, saw the positive reports on Sunshine Clinic, and ca for treatnt, which made sense.
Perhaps not quite convinced yet, he wanted to observe first.
Or maybe he saw the infusion room occupied and felt embarrassed to speak.
Li Jingsheng didn’t pry, focusing on his work.
Asking actively wouldn’t help; if the person has needs, they’ll find a chance to speak to him voluntarily.
At most, they’ll lower their voice and inquire quietly.
"Is there only one doctor in this clinic?"
The man asked.
"Yes!"
A small clinic can’t afford two doctors.
Unless the business can keep getting better.
"Are you very good at diagnosing respiratory diseases?"
"I wouldn’t say I’m good, I just know a little bit."
Li Jingsheng began to carefully examine the man.
Initially, he thought the man might have so kind of ’male secret trouble’ due to romantic entanglents, but now it seems it wasn’t.
The man’s voice sounded clear and his breathing was steady, not showing signs of respiratory disease.
"I feel my breathing is a bit tight, can you help take a look?"
"Sure, please co to the examination table."
Li Jingsheng guided the patient to sit beside the examination table and checked his blood pressure, heart rate, breathing, and listened to his heart and lung sounds; all were normal.
"How is it? Can you prescribe so dicine for ?"
The old man asked.
Li Jingsheng had long found this patient a bit strange, and now seeing the man ask if he can get a prescription without the usual urgency of a normal patient, with eyes showing a hint of cunning.
He couldn’t help but be secretly cautious; the man had been looking around and observing the clinic thoroughly since he entered.
Then asked one question after another.
Claiming to have breathing issues even though he showed no signs of respiratory disease.
Damn, could it be that Boss Zhao, despite being in the hospital, is still causing trouble and found sobody to co disrupt Jingsheng’s clinic business, which has been continuously booming?
"Do you really want to prescribe so dicine?"
Li Jingsheng asked calmly.
"Of course, give the best dicine, money is no issue."
The man replied earnestly.
"Rest assured, I’ll definitely prescribe the best dicine for you. May I ask what your usual breathing rate is?"
Li Jingsheng asked casually.
"About 20 tis per minute, I guess!"
"Did you ever use an epinephrine shot?"
Li Jingsheng asked again.
The man was stunned for a mont, then shook his head.
"Okay, I know what your condition is. I’ll prescribe sothing for you right away. I don’t have this dicine here; you might want to check with other clinics."
Li Jingsheng finished speaking and wrote the prescription for the man.
Folded it, handed it to the man.
"Rember, check it after leaving my clinic, otherwise I fear there might be issues."
Li Jingsheng smiled mysteriously.
The man took it with a puzzled expression.
"How much is the diagnosis fee?"
"Free consultation, no charge, take care."
Li Jingsheng replied.
The man took the folded prescription and left the clinic, frowning all the way.
After exiting the clinic, he opened the prescription to take a look and then hurried off as if escaping.
Didn’t even dare to look back into the clinic.
Tang Ping curiously approached.
"Boss, what prescription did you give him? Our clinic has a variety of dicines for treating respiratory diseases, why let him buy outside?"
She was really puzzled.
Although the clinic’s business has gotten better in the last couple of days, we can’t just push patients out like that!
Treating respiratory diseases are the boss’s forte, and the profits are considerable.
Even selling a bottle of cough syrup yields so profit.
Asthma dications are even more profitable.
"That dicine, he actually sells it himself."
Li Jingsheng smiled enigmatically.
"Co on, don’t keep guessing, just tell what prescription you gave." Tang Ping’s curiosity was thoroughly piqued, she was dying to know.
She cajoled him to reveal the truth.
"I only wrote six words: Real dicine doesn’t cure fake illness."
Li Jingsheng couldn’t resist her pouting and admitted honestly.
"Huh... What does this an? Are you saying that man didn’t have any illness at all?" She widened her almond-shaped eyes in surprise.
"That’s right, I examined him, his breathing and lung sounds were normal. Then I deliberately asked two very professional terms, which he naturally understood. This shows he is definitely a fellow practitioner. Can I prescribe dicine to such a person?"
Li Jingsheng’s eyes revealed a glint of wisdom.
To let a small clinic survive for more than nine months amidst fierce competition, though sowhat in distress, was no easy task.
After being sched against and trapped by Boss Zhao, his sense of crisis and self-protection skills had reached a remarkably high level.
The man earlier tried to trap him, but underestimated him.
Breathing rate, epinephrine; these are extrely professional terms.
Especially the term epinephrine, many novice doctors don’t even know what it is.
In operating rooms, during rescues, the lead surgeon anxiously calls out to other doctors to administer an epinephrine shot quickly. Novice doctors look at the lead surgeon in confusion, aren’t there only left and right kidneys?
There have been countless stories of such laughable misunderstandings.
"Boss, brilliant! Which fellow practitioner is this? There are only the Quick Recovery Clinic and Jinkui Clinic nearby, I’ve t most doctors from these two places, but this man was unfamiliar. Coming to our clinic to gather intel is pretty sly; no wonder he fled quickly after seeing your prescription."
Tang Ping said with relief.
"If he isn’t soone sent by Boss Zhao, then he might be from a nearby pharmacy, yet it’s hard to say for sure. Fa cos with caution, and we should remain vigilant." Li Jingsheng advised her.
"Understood."
She nodded earnestly.
Sunshine Clinic has finally reached this point; she doesn’t want to return to square one after barely celebrating for a couple of days. Naturally, she cherishes the hard-won present.
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