This Doctor Is Too Wealthy Chapter 72 - 072 Lao Xu seeks a child

Xu Pinglin looked at Bao Mi’s expression and asked, puzzled, "Little Bao, what’s the matter?"

Bao Mi looked at the receipt in her hand again. "Ten courses of dicine only cost 600 yuan? That’s too cheap, isn’t it?"

This low price, on the contrary, made her heart pound with unease. The little trust that had just risen began to waver again.

Xu Pinglin smiled. "Chinese herbal dicine itself isn’t very expensive, especially when obtained from the hospital. Compared to outside clinics or Pharmacies, it’s actually much cheaper."

Du Heng also explained with a smile, "Many dicines in the Health Clinic are included in the dical insurance system and can be processed for you directly at the window. It’s not like big hospitals where, if you’re getting outpatient treatnt and dicine, you have to specifically apply for chronic disease outpatient reimbursent; otherwise, you have to pay the full price for the dicine."

This was the first ti Bao Mi had heard about the Chronic Disease Outpatient Reimbursent System. Over the past six months, she had visited many places for her father’s illness and had, in her distress, overlooked so policy-related matters.

"In the hospital, Chinese herbal dicine decoctions, if they don’t use precious dicine Ingredients, are also not expensive—just a few tens to over a hundred yuan per course. What’s more expensive are the hospital’s self-made topical ointnts. Those require a certain amount of labor and a dedicated space, so the charges are higher."

After Du Heng finished speaking, Xu Pinglin continued, "Actually, if you look closely, so of our hospital Halls display the ’Non-profit Hospital’ sign. In such hospitals, dical treatnt in all aspects is much cheaper. The dicine prescribed here is what we commonly call affordable dicine. Even if it’s considered expensive, it’s only slightly more so."

Bao Mi nodded in sudden understanding. "No wonder. I saw that sign when I first ca in and was wondering what kind of non-profit this place was."

"If there’s no such sign, it ans the hospital imposes revenue targets on doctors and Departnts, so various charges will be slightly higher. Of course, they can’t be too high either. Large hospitals have many doctors, nurses, and other staff mbers who aren’t covered by public funds, so the hospital and its Departnts need to raise these funds themselves. For instance, the two affiliated hospitals of Jinzhou University have higher charges than our Provincial First Hospital because they are entirely financially autonomous."

Bao Mi was still secretly astounded; this wasn’t just a little expensive, it was far too expensive.

The dicine she got for her father from the clinic yesterday, also ten courses, cost more than 3,000 yuan. Now, it was just over six hundred yuan—a fivefold difference.

No wonder everyone says the pharmaceutical industry is a high-profit one; compared this way, it’s more lucrative than robbing a bank.

At least robbing a bank is a cri, carrying a prison sentence and risking one’s life. But this industry is practically risk-free.

Xu Pinglin didn’t say more. Seeing that Bao Mi’s doubts were dispelled, he smiled and said, "Little Bao, why don’t you take your father outside and wait for for a mont? I have sothing to discuss with Doctor Du."

Bao Mi expressed her thanks and gathered her things, being especially careful to re-wrap the opened pack of dicine on Du Heng’s table.

Du Heng and Xu Pinglin watched Bao Mi’s actions and imdiately knew what she intended to do.

However, they didn’t stop her; in fact, they even supported Bao Mi in going to confront that doctor at the clinic.

There are many types of Chinese dicine haters. For example, so people, or their family mbers, weren’t cured by traditional Chinese dicine. It’s understandable that they badmouth it; it’s an emotional outlet, and their reasons are excusable.

Another type is the mindless hater, who hates purely for the sake of hating. There aren’t many such people; you can just assu they have sothing wrong with their heads.

The third type is quite detestable: Western dicine research and manufacturing enterprises, both dostic and foreign. Their reason for hating is singular: the traditional Chinese dicine industry is too large and infringes upon their profits. (Interested readers can look up Academician Zhang Boli’s interview; it’s very shocking and unexpected.)

The fourth type consists of those who operate under the banner of traditional Chinese dicine, engaging in all sorts of bizarre treatnts and resorting to unscrupulous ans to make money. These people are actually the biggest detractors of traditional Chinese dicine—a typical case of profiting from traditional Chinese dicine only to undermine it.

So, Du Heng and Xu Pinglin wouldn’t stop Bao Mi from going to make trouble for such a person.

Once Bao Mi had left, Xu Pinglin beca a bit embarrassed, hemming and hawing for a long ti without managing to utter a word.

Du Heng naturally understood Xu Pinglin’s situation, and he wasn’t a narrow-minded person. He had already regained his dignity after the last incident. Moreover, Xu Pinglin had just admitted to accepting Du Heng’s treatnt, so there was no need to force him to bow his head and apologize again.

"Director Xu, you look much better. Give your hand, and I’ll take another look for you."

Xu Pinglin smiled and extended his hand, a hint of excitent in his gesture.

After pulse diagnosis and inquiring about his current reactions and sensations, Du Heng had a solid grasp of his condition. "Director Xu, you’re recovering well. The dicine doesn’t need to be changed. Continue taking it for another month, and you should be basically cured."

Xu Pinglin quietly let out a long breath and, while rolling down his sleeve, asked, "Doctor Du, since I’m recovering well, does this an I can try for a child now?"

Hearing Xu Pinglin’s words, one could see how deep his obsession with having a child was.

But it was understandable. He was already 38, approaching 40. People his age had children who were, at the oldest, probably starting high school, or at the youngest, already in elentary school. He, on the other hand, didn’t even have a prospect of one. How could he not be anxious?

"Director Xu, please wait a little longer. Consider this issue only after you’ve completely stopped the dication."

Xu Pinglin’s expression dimd for a mont. "That would an..."

"Didn’t I just say? You need to take the dicine for another month. Your condition can be considered a chronic, long-standing illness, so it’s a bit more troubleso to eradicate completely. To be honest, your current level of recovery has actually exceeded my expectations. I originally estimated it would take more than three months of dication, but based on your current progress, two months will be sufficient."

Du Heng chuckled. "You’ve endured for so long already; can’t you wait another month now?"

Xu Pinglin also smiled. "I couldn’t see any hope before. I went to the Nephrology Departnt and the Departnt of Andrology. I’ve tried both Chinese herbal dicine and Western dicine. All they said was that I had a low sperm count and that the sperm motility was too low—no hope. Now that I suddenly see a glimr of hope, I’m finding it hard to keep my composure."

Xu Pinglin had opened up completely, telling Du Heng everything without any condescension or aversion to discussing his illness.

"The loss of blood and depletion of essence over such a long period of illness, these are normal phenona. However, seeing that the roots of your hair have started to turn black is a good sign."

"I won’t hide it from you, Doctor Du. The day before yesterday, I went for a sperm activity check-up. My classmate told that the activity was higher than before and that my recovery was excellent. He even asked what dicine I was taking. It was only the day before yesterday that I finally decided to co and see you again, Doctor Du."

"Increased activity is a good thing, but don’t be hasty now. It’s best to refrain from sexual activity this month. After you stop the dication, consolidate your progress a bit more. That will be the best ti to try for a child."

"Thank you, Doctor Du."

"Director Xu, you’re being too polite. Actually, I also have a question I’d like to ask you."

Xu Pinglin looked at Du Heng sincerely. "Please, go ahead."

"Director Xu, you’ve recovered so quickly. Did you happen to use sothing particularly effective?" Du Heng voiced his suspicion.

Xu Pinglin chuckled. "Speaking of which, I really should thank you, Doctor Du. Last ti, you ntioned I should try to find so good porkloin, didn’t you? I rembered that Director Zhang from our hospital’s Traditional Chinese dicine Internal dicine Departnt has an ancestral craftsmanship, and his family also used to run a pharmacy, so I asked him. I never expected him to actually have a piece of tiger bone, about the size of my palm. I practically had to beg and plead with him for it, and even then, it cost more than 30,000 yuan."