Taoist Doctor - Chapter 50
Third Hospital = San Hospital
What else could Zhou Jinyuan say? Since Jin Chuo Xian was willing to do it and even took the initiative to lower the price… let Teacher Jin earn this tuition fee!!
Of course, it was just a statement. Zhou Jinyuan thought to himself that with Jin Chuo Xian’s level and current mindset, he probably wouldn’t care much about how much the student paid. He might value talent more than anything else.
Who knows, maybe Xiao Liu was actually a once-in-a-lifetime genius!
“Xiao Liu, I hope you really like Teacher Jin,” Zhou Jinyuan said, patting Xiao Liu’s head. Although he thought it unlikely that Xiao Liu would say he didn’t like this teacher, it was better to be safe than sorry—after all, Xiao Liu would be the one missing out.
“I like him a lot anyway,” the boss lady Liu said cheerfully, not realizing she had just invited an internationally renowned music teacher at a price of one hundred yuan per lesson.
Jin Chuo Xian politely nodded. “Thank you. I’ll head back now.”
“Okay, I’ll walk you to the community entrance.” The community was right next door, and Zhou Jinyuan found an excuse to follow Jin Chuo Xian.
He turned around to see the oblivious Liu couple already preparing the three hundred yuan they would give Zhou Jinyuan later, feeling a bit dazed. “So, how did you come to agree? Is Xiao Liu really a genius?”
Jin Chuo Xian replied, “I drank their yogurt; it’s only polite to reciprocate.”
Zhou Jinyuan: “…”
…So, the boss lady actually exchanged a bottle of children’s yogurt for a master class.
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After arriving at the office, Shao Duoduo distributed a small stack of dog skin plaster purchased from the Xiaoqinglong clinic to the manager and some close colleagues.
“If anyone has discomfort in their neck or back, you can use this for pain relief. It’s an effective medicine from our clinic and works really well. It’s tailored to different body types—come on!”
In their department, and even in the whole company, it was truly rare to find someone healthy and without issues…
They had to group-buy various pain relief patches and health products every month!
There were those who were well-connected and those who weren’t. Zheng Wen, who hadn’t received the plaster, poked his head over and frowned, “Where did you get this no-name product? Will it really have no side effects? I can smell something pungent from afar.”
They actually joined the company at the same time, but due to personality clashes and competitive tensions, their relationship had grown colder day by day, with even surface-level niceties dwindling.
The plaster had the words “Xiaoqinglong” stamped on it in a very simplistic way, and the packaging was similarly basic, only providing minimal protection, exuding a medicinal smell that couldn’t exactly be described as pleasant.
From the appearance alone, it did seem a bit primitive.
Not long ago, Shao Duoduo had also viewed it this way, but now that Zheng Wen mentioned it, he felt angry and replied with a laugh, “This is a secret formula from an old Chinese medicine doctor at the clinic; it’s handmade!”
Zheng Wen: “Oh, so it really is a no-name product?”
Damn, what a nitpicker! Shao Duoduo’s expression darkened.
Though it was handmade, it was prepared and produced by a physician at a health institution, making it a legitimate medical technique, which had nothing to do with no-name products.
The manager coughed and played peacemaker. “Alright, everyone stop talking. Today a big client from a partner company is coming over; they might even visit our department. You all know what I mean.”
Hearing the manager say this, everyone nodded and got busy.
Shao Duoduo cursed silently. He intended to please the manager, but Zheng Wen’s comments made it seem like he was randomly buying things.
The manager interrupted, leaving him feeling anxious and uncertain whether the manager understood the implications or if he should find an opportunity to explain more thoroughly. Besides, the colleagues should know that Zheng Wen was just trying to mess with him.
Another colleague asked in the group, “Is this the plaster you mentioned? Is it really that effective?”
This was something they had heard from Shao Duoduo before. Now, seeing the actual plaster, those who had different growing environments from Shao Duoduo were somewhat doubtful, having never used such products before.
“I’ve personally tested it; how could it be fake? Can you stop judging it by its appearance? It’s just simply packaged,” Shao Duoduo said.
Except for the old Chinese medicine part, which he had exaggerated—none of Xiaoqinglong’s doctors were old—the rest was true. The medicinal effect was genuinely good; otherwise, why would he go through the trouble of buying it himself to give to the manager and close colleagues?
In any case, they would all know how effective it was once they used it.
At ten o’clock in the morning, the manager cleared his throat, and everyone perked up, sneaking glances.
Through the transparent glass wall, they saw the big boss and his group come out of the elevator, walking toward them. The big boss was deferentially letting a young man walk ahead.
Usually, the big boss walked with a commanding presence, but at this moment, he was being careful to match the slower pace of the young man, maintaining a distance that allowed them to hear him introducing, “Nephew, this is it. One of our core departments; take a look…”
The big boss introduced their department in a passionate tone.
Shao Duoduo secretly observed the legendary young client and realized he was much younger than he had imagined.
He had been with the company for two years and had never seen this person, but judging by the big boss’s manner of reception, it was clear that the young man held a higher status than the previous executives who had come to the company.
He figured he was probably not just an heir but also someone with powerful connections.
As they walked and talked, each employee, as he described, worked hard to present themselves as busy elites.
Suddenly, the young client stopped in front of a desk, pointing at something with his finger, “What’s this…”
That something was the plaster Shao Duoduo had given to his colleague. The colleague hadn’t put it away and had casually left it out on the desk, with the black plaster slightly visible.
“Uh, this is a plaster,” the colleague said cautiously, unsure why the young man cared about it.
The big boss chuckled and casually replied to his subordinate, “When you’ve been working for a long time, you need to get up and move around. Using a plaster at such a young age?”
The young client, however, expressed concern, “Do you find it effective?”
Chapter 50
What else could Zhou Jinyuan say? Since Jin Chuo Xian was willing and even took the initiative to lower the price… then let Teacher Jin earn this tuition!
Of course, that was just a saying. Zhou Jinyuan thought that with Jin Chuo Xian’s level and current mindset, he probably wouldn’t care how much students paid in tuition and might value talent more.
Maybe Xiao Liu was actually an extraordinary talent!
“Xiao Liu, you better like Teacher Jin,” Zhou Jinyuan said as he rubbed Xiao Liu’s head. Although he felt that Xiao Liu was unlikely to say she didn’t like this teacher, it was better to be safe than sorry; after all, Xiao Liu could end up at a loss.
“I like him a lot,” Boss Liu said cheerfully, completely unaware that she had just hired an international music teacher for only a hundred yuan per class.
Jin Chuo Xian politely nodded. “Thank you. I’ll head back now.”
“Okay, I’ll walk you to the community entrance,” Zhou Jinyuan said, looking for an excuse to walk with Jin Chuo Xian since the community was nearby.
He turned to look back at the oblivious couple, who were even starting to prepare three hundred yuan to give Zhou Jinyuan later, feeling a bit dazed. “So, how did you come to agree to this? Is Xiao Liu really a genius?”
Jin Chuo Xian replied, “I had some of their yogurt, and one good turn deserves another.”
Zhou Jinyuan: “…”
So, the boss lady actually exchanged a bottle of children’s yogurt for a master class.
—
Shaoduo packed a small stack of medicated plasters bought from the Xiao Qinglong clinic and distributed them to the manager and some well-connected colleagues after arriving at the office.
“If anyone has neck or back pain, you can use these pain-relief patches. They’re a miracle remedy from a clinic nearby and work really well. They even come in different types for different body conditions,” he said.
In their department, as well as the entire company, it was rare for anyone to be completely healthy…
They had to order various pain-relief patches and health products every month!
There were good connections, and then there were not-so-good ones. Zheng Wen, whose workstation was next door and who didn’t receive a patch, poked his head over, curling his lip. “Where did you get this unbranded product? Is it really safe? I can smell a strong odor from far away.”
They had started in the company at the same time, but due to incompatible personalities and competitive relationships, things had grown colder, and even their surface interactions were minimal.
The plaster was simply stamped with the words “Xiao Qinglong,” and the packaging was equally basic, providing only the most essential protective measures, exuding a vaguely herbal odor that couldn’t exactly be described as pleasant.
From the outside, it looked rather primitive.
Not long ago, Shaoduo had viewed it the same way, but hearing Zheng Wen’s remarks now made him furious. He snorted, “This is a secret recipe from an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor at the clinic, handmade!”
Zheng Wen: “Oh, so it really is an unbranded product?”
Damn, you persistent jerk, Shaoduo’s expression darkened.
Even though this was handmade, it was still prepared by a licensed physician at a health facility and was a legitimate medical technique that had nothing to do with unbranded products.
The manager cleared his throat and tried to smooth things over, saying, “Alright, let’s drop it. A big client is coming over today, and they might stop by our department for a visit. You all know what I mean.”
Hearing the manager say this, everyone nodded in agreement and got busy.
Shaoduo inwardly cursed. He had intended to impress the manager, but after Zheng Wen’s comments, it felt like he was just trying to show off.
The manager’s interruption left him wondering if the manager understood the significance or if he should find an opportunity to explain later. Moreover, he figured everyone should know that Zheng Wen was just trying to provoke him.
Another colleague asked in the group chat, “Is this the patch you were talking about? Does it really work that well?”
This was something Shaoduo had mentioned before, and seeing the actual plaster, some colleagues were curious since they had never used such a product.
“I’ve tested it myself; there’s no way it’s fake. Can you not judge a patch by its appearance? It’s just a simple package,” Shaoduo explained.
Aside from that little part about the old Chinese doctor, he was exaggerating—none of the doctors at Xiao Qinglong were old, and everything else was true; the efficacy was indeed impressive. Otherwise, why would he bother buying it himself to share with the manager and his good colleagues?
Anyway, as long as everyone tried it, they’d know.
At ten o’clock in the morning, the manager cleared his throat, and everyone perked up, sneaking glances.
Through the transparent glass wall, they saw the big boss and his entourage coming out of the elevator, with the big boss courteously letting a young man go ahead.
The big boss, usually known for his decisive demeanor, walked slowly alongside the young man, maintaining a distance where they could hear him enthusiastically introducing, “Nephew, this is where we work, one of our core departments. Look…”
The big boss described their department with passionate flair.
Shaoduo discreetly observed that the legendary big boss from the partner company looked much younger than he had imagined.
Having been with the company for two years, he had never met this individual, but the way the big boss treated him indicated that his status was above that of previous high-ranking executives who had visited.
He guessed that he was either an heir or part of some influential family.
As they walked and talked, the young boss suddenly stopped in front of a desk and pointed at something, “What’s this…”
The item he pointed at was the medicated plaster that Shaoduo had given to his colleagues. One colleague hadn’t put it away and had casually left it on the desk, the black plaster barely visible.
“Uh, this is a medicated plaster,” that colleague replied cautiously, not understanding why he was interested.
The big boss chuckled dryly and spoke to his subordinate, “After working for so long, it’s good to get up and move around. Using a medicated plaster at such a young age?”
The young boss, however, expressed concern, “Do you find it useful?”
Shaoduo: “…”
What the hell?!
His colleagues looked at him in shock, silently asking how he had managed to get the same product as the big boss. They had just received the patches and thought little of them, but now it felt completely different!
Shaoduo was dazed. How could he know? He even felt that the boss named Qu might have made a mistake! The area around his home was a very ordinary old residential district, and he had merely bought these at the small Xiao Qinglong clinic nearby!
Mr. Qu said he had used them, but how could that be? Xiao Qinglong wasn’t a chain store; why would he go there to buy handmade medicated plasters?
“Oh, then it seems like Duoduo spent a lot to get these. I have to start using them; they must be really effective. Thank you, Duoduo, you’re so thoughtful.” The manager mused, considering that Mr. Qu didn’t know Shaoduo personally, but he might have heard of the medicated plaster.
Given that he didn’t seem to know Shaoduo, the efficacy of these patches must be genuine!
Others also thanked Shaoduo again, appreciative of his thoughtfulness in sharing good products.
Only Zheng Wen’s face looked like he had eaten something dirty, unable to swallow or spit it out.
“Ah… no problem, it really works well for me,” Shaoduo snapped back to reality. Although he was still confused, seeing Zheng Wen’s dumbfounded expression made him feel refreshed.
“Hahaha, no worries! If you all find it useful after trying it, I can help you order more!” Shaoduo said deliberately while looking at Zheng Wen. “As long as no one misunderstands that this is an unbranded product. I just want to say, this is a unique treatment technique from an old Chinese doctor; it’s not just me who knows about it.”
Everyone nodded, cough, this was indeed their first time ordering local medicine…
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Shaojingjing walked heavily into the Xiao Qinglong clinic, in stark contrast to her brother’s joyous demeanor.
She really didn’t want to be here, but her grandmother insisted there was a Doctor Zhou who could help her, so she kept sending her to Xiao Qinglong. It was only a fever, and after getting a shot that day, she felt much better, yet she still had to come for follow-up treatment.
Plus, Shaoduo had also boasted about Xiao Qinglong at home, claiming that the doctors there were extraordinary, managing to open their own clinics at such a young age; they must be capable. Even the big bosses from their partner company knew about this clinic. He made it sound like a way to elevate his own status and gain recognition.
—Shaojingjing believed that. The first time she met Zhou Jinyuan, he had bandaged her hand.
Anyway, the point was, Shaojingjing had taken on a task to help Shaoduo buy “medicated plasters,” with the first batch requiring two hundred pieces. Even while working a 996 schedule, Shaoduo entrusted the purchasing task to Shaojingjing.
“Isn’t that Jing Ge?” Coincidentally, Zhou Jinyuan had the day off and was also at the clinic, teasingly calling out to her as
Zhou Jinyuan also said, “Please pass me the prayer beads.”
Ji Huan opened the drawer, and Shao Jingjing glanced inside to see two large strands of beads. Ji Huan stared at them for a long time before picking one strand, asking Shao Jingjing to help pass it to Zhou Jinyuan on the other side. The other strand of prayer beads was handed to Rong Shouyun.
Shao Jingjing quietly asked, “Why do Taoists also have prayer beads?”
“There are many; a lot of religions have them,” Ji Huan whispered back. He only learned this after coming to Xiao Qinglong. Zhou Jinyuan had asked him to help with his prayer beads, and since the two strands were placed together, Ji Huan couldn’t tell them apart.
Zhou Jinyuan then told him that the strand with eighty-one beads was his, while the one with one hundred and eight beads belonged to Rong Shouyun. These two numbers are commonly found in Taoism and Buddhism, with the former representing the eighty-one transformations of the Taishang Laojun, and the latter symbolizing the eradication of one hundred and eight troubles.
Sometimes Ji Huan felt that after leaving Xiao Qinglong, he could become a commentator at a Taoist temple or Buddhist monastery…
The clinic was filled with the chanting sounds of both religions, and Shao Jingjing happened to be sitting in the middle, feeling quite overwhelmed. Given his playful personality, the chanting reminded him of Sun Wukong when Tang Seng was reciting spells, especially since Zhou Jinyuan had a special imposing power over him.
Shao Jingjing reluctantly paid for the medicinal plaster before Ji Huan dragged him off for acupuncture.
…
The people at Shao Duoduo’s company either had minor pain and were merely curious or were genuinely looking forward to a miracle cure. In any case, the price of the Xiao Qinglong medicinal plaster was low enough for them to overlook it—even the big boss ordered five pieces, saying he wanted to give it a try.
After everyone used it, they could also promote it to their friends, relatives, and colleagues. However, since Xiao Qinglong was relatively obscure—not exactly obscure, but more located in a residential area, far from the CBD where they usually operated—it resulted in Shao Duoduo taking on a lot of purchasing work.
Plasters aimed at children and patients with bone pain were in high demand, quickly becoming the main economic source for Xiao Qinglong Clinic, with supplies of the medicinal ingredients running low.
At this moment, Zhou Jinyuan and Rong Xixue were together moving the medicinal materials onto a small cart, then wheeling it to the clinic, greeting Mrs. Liu, the shop owner next door.
“That’s a lot of medicine! Your medicinal plaster has been selling well lately, right?” Mrs. Liu said cheerfully. “I haven’t been sleeping well recently; can I come find you for acupuncture later?”
“Sure, that’s fine,” Zhou Jinyuan replied.
As soon as he entered the clinic, Zhou Jinyuan saw Irina sitting in a wheelchair, waiting inside.
“Irina, you’re here! Wait a moment; I’ll tidy things up first.” Zhou Jinyuan nodded at her.
He placed the medicinal materials in the back, and when he came out, he saw Mrs. Liu, Xiao Liu, and Jin Chuo Xian had also arrived.
Mrs. Liu was there for acupuncture, living just behind. Xiao Liu had just finished a keyboard class with Jin Chuo Xian and had come over together.
“Liu Jie, I have a patient; can Dr. Ji give you acupuncture?” Zhou Jinyuan asked.
“Sure, that would be great. Thank you, Dr. Ji,” Mrs. Liu exclaimed, startled when she noticed Irina sitting inside.
Irina attracted attention for her beauty and foreign appearance. Mrs. Liu had spotted her in the community before and speculated whether she was there for tourism.
Mrs. Liu thought this foreign girl was quite adaptable, coming to China to see a traditional Chinese medicine clinic. Of course, the doctors at Xiao Qinglong were all very skilled.
Zhou Jinyuan sipped his yogurt and went to prepare medicine for Irina.
When he came out, he saw Irina and Xiao Liu conversing in a foreign language, with Mrs. Liu sitting nearby, watching with a smile, while Ji Huan was giving her acupuncture.
When Mrs. Liu looked up and saw him, she said, “Haha, I can’t speak foreign languages at all. It’s rare to see a foreigner, so I thought I’d let Xiao Liu practice her spoken language with this foreign girl—look how well she speaks!”
Not only was her foreign language good, but she was also a kind person. They didn’t know how long she would stay in Haizhou, as it was rare to see foreigners in their community.
Zhou Jinyuan: “…………”
…What kind of comment is that?
This was typical of parents; whenever they saw a foreigner, they would encourage their children to practice their spoken language.
“No, no, we don’t usually say it like that… Repeat after me,” Irina said earnestly, and as they continued talking, she switched into teaching mode, insisting on correcting Xiao Liu’s accent.
Mrs. Liu exclaimed, “Oh dear, thank you so much! You’re so serious about it; our Xiao Liu’s foreign language is quite poor, and you seem anxious about it!”
“It’s fine,” Irina smiled, lifting a nearby item and taking a sip.
Zhou Jinyuan glanced over, “…”
Come on, another bottle of children’s yogurt!
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