After leaving the Nuan Pavilion, Fang Zhengyi had a headache.

Everything that followed was routine and very relaxing.

But if a medical clinic in the county only sells penicillin, how can it cause quarrel with others?

The Patriarch Association accounts for half of the doctors in the capital. How can Wang Meng be so capable of causing trouble?

I really can't figure it out.

Since he couldn't figure it out, Fang Zheng rushed directly to Tai Hospital without thinking too much.

The Taiyuan Hospital must be aware of how powerful the Patriarch Association is.

When I arrived at the hospital, I happened to run into an old acquaintance, Dr. Hu.

At this time, Dr. Hu was flipping through a medical book and sipping tea leisurely.

He seemed to be mumbling some formula, occasionally shaking his head.

As soon as he saw Fang Zheng arriving, he immediately got excited, stood up and saluted, "I've met Mr. Fang."

Fang Zheng nodded slightly: "Excuse me, Imperial Physician Hu. I have come to inquire about something today. Have you ever heard of the Patriarch Meeting?"

Doctor Hu swallowed his saliva and whispered: "Listen... heard it."

"Do you have any contact with them?"

Doctor Hu seemed to feel guilty. He nodded first and then shook his head violently: "No! There is no connection!"

Huh? Why does this old guy react so suspiciously?

Fang Zheng frowned: "Does it matter?"

"Ahem... uh... Mr. Fang, if you say it does matter, it does matter. If you say it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter..."

"To highlight the important point, why are you so stained with ink?"

Imperial Physician Hu forced a smile: "During this time of rest, people from the Imperial Hospital will also be invited to come and give advice... There are basically no doctors who practice medicine in the capital but the Patriarch knows this. But strictly speaking,

, I haven’t joined the Patriarch Association either, so it doesn’t matter.”

"I see, why is the Patriarch so awesome?"

"Actually, some colleagues get together to compare skills and exchange experiences on weekdays. Over time, everyone has acquiesced in such an existence. Before outsiders want to come to Beijing to practice medicine, they must inform the Patriarch Association. That's it.

Simple." Dr. Hu lowered his head and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Isn't that just a guild? It sets up a threshold to make things difficult for outsiders.

These bitches actually hit me on the head!

Fang Zheng rolled his eyes: "Can you... be able to speak in the Patriarch Association?"

Dr. Hu smiled awkwardly and said: "I can't say, I'm not a member of the inside. I have to study medical skills on weekdays, so I don't go much, and I don't go much."

"Then forget it, thank you, I'll leave first."

After saying that, Fang Zheng raised his feet and turned around to leave.

After watching Fang Zhengyi go, Doctor Hu let out a sigh of relief as he looked at the empty door.

This evil star...don't come back again, it will be bad if you see him.

...

After leaving Tai Hospital, Fang Zheng called Zhang Biao and rushed to the hospital without stopping.

Although he didn't ask too much about Xinli Medical Clinic, he did listen to a lot of Xiao Tao's few words.

I still know the general location.

Taoyuan County has always given preferential treatment to its own people, not to mention that penicillin is a major matter.

There was also a lot of money given to Wang Meng, and the location he chose was not Banshanfang. Junqu Pavilion, where many Taoyuan people gathered.

Instead, they chose a prime location near the city.

It is convenient to attract customers, and it will be easier to do research if you recruit more patients for follow-up.

When Fang Zheng hurried to the outside of the hospital, many people watching the excitement were gathered around the door. Someone seemed to be arguing in the middle.

There is a huge plaque hanging on the medical center with the words Taoyuan Medical Center.

Zhang Biao pushed aside the crowd, and Fang Zhengyi followed closely and squeezed into the crowd.

I saw Wang Meng standing at the gate. Four or five old men with white hair and beards were blowing their beards and talking with eyes wide open. There was a corpse in front of him.

"You, Taoyuan Medical Clinic, are looking down on human life! Why don't you give me an explanation? Why don't you close the shop immediately and let me go to see the officials?"

"The body of the deceased has been laid out all night. Wang Meng! You still haven't confessed your guilt?!"

"Setting up a medical clinic privately without the consent of the Patriarch Association is harming the people! How many more lives are you going to take on your hands?"

The assistant beside Wang Meng, whose voice was already hoarse, was still arguing: "The patient is already terminally ill and cannot survive. How can you say that we intentionally killed someone?!"

"We have already compensated the families of the deceased. Hasn't anyone died in your hospital?"

"This is what you want to inflict!"

Fang Zheng stood in the crowd, frowning deeply.

It seems that this situation has been maintained for a long time.

These old men are all experienced doctors, so it is a bit baffling that they would demean themselves to do such a thing.

The quarrel continued, and Fang Zheng stood out from the crowd.

Shout: "That's enough!"

After shouting, he didn't care about the reaction of the people who were eating melons. He walked straight to Wang Meng and asked, "What's going on? How did things get so big?"

As calm as Wang Meng, the moment he saw Fang Zhengyi, his whole body relaxed.

Although I don't pay attention to these people, I really can't stand the wheel battle, so I keep yelling and cursing here.

Now the savior has arrived.

"Sir, you don't know something. Our medical center did treat someone to death. The patient was really weak and was already dying when he was brought here. This is all under normal circumstances, and we will pay the compensation that should be paid."

"But these guys refused to give up. They bribed the family members of the deceased and came to attack us with the corpses. The reason why they came is to close down our medical clinic."

It's interesting that the doctor takes the lead in treating trouble.

Fang Zheng smiled: "I'm still waiting for your medical clinic to make money? It's only been a long time since it's been open, and you can't handle it yet?"

A hint of embarrassment appeared on Wang Meng's stiff face, and he defended: "There are specialties in the art industry... It seems that the medical clinic should find a businessman to take care of it."

"Why do they want our medical clinic to close?" Fang Zheng asked.

Wang Meng thought for a while: "Maybe we stole their business."

"After the establishment of Taoyuan Medical Center, we only used penicillin to treat diseases, and we were still recording cases and collecting data. The methods of treating diseases were completely different from those on the market. People with good intentions called us the new doctors, and the original doctors were the old doctors. I think it is good.

That’s what it’s called.”

"The reputation of the medical clinic has grown rapidly. It has treated many incurable diseases. I see countless patients coming here every day. I try to accept whatever penicillin can cure. As time goes by, people think that the old medicine is not as good as the new medicine.

Their business will be less.”

"Later, the Patriarch would come and invite me to discuss medical science. After I went, they accused me of being a heretic. So I couldn't admit defeat, so I scolded me back, and then they parted on bad terms, and the quarrel continued.

It’s so enjoyable.”

Fang Zheng touched his chin and was speechless for a while.

The dispute between Chinese and Western medicine in Dajing? No way. Can such a thing still happen in Dajing?

Thinking about it, I glanced at the shameless old men.

He has also seen doctors with skills and medical ethics. These Goubi should be in charge of management in the Patriarch Association, right?

If you don’t delve into medical skills, you’ll be making trouble!

"Sometimes they send people to spread rumors in the market... saying that if penicillin is injected into the body, children will not be born, and even if they are born, their blood will be impure."

"Fuck!" Fang Zhengyi cursed in a low voice.

These bastards are quite vicious.

Wang Meng continued: "Fortunately, the impact is not big. Many people did not dare to come when the rumors started to appear. However, the sick ones could not bear the pain and still came, so the impact on us is not too great."

"Until yesterday, something like this happened."

Fang Zheng nodded: "I understand, I will explain this matter to them clearly."

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