"Thank you so much for Dr. Li!" The three of them were grateful.

Seeing the three of them turning around and leaving, Fan Linhui asked Dr. Li hesitantly: "What if I need to spend money on treating the disease and buying medicine? This has nothing to do with me! This set of matches invented by foreigners is poisonous... Should I give it to you too?"

"Old Fan, Jesus taught us to love others as ourselves; so I can't control what you want, pray and seek God's will for you." Dr. Li said.

"Oh, Doctor Li, aren't you forcing me to pay? This...this...this really doesn't matter to me! Forget it, forget it, I'll go out and continue to send things, think about it carefully." Fan Linhui stomped his feet, sighed, and left with a look of conscience on his face.

Seeing Fan Linhui running out in the rain, Zhang Bicheng smiled and said, "Actually, Brother Fan is very enthusiastic. Your church has good pastoral care."

"Thank God for leading our church." Dr. Li said, "But I am very worried about the spiritual situation of the brothers of the church chamber of commerce. In the past, except for a few people, everyone was not rich, and everyone was also helping each other to serve Jesus. Now many brothers are rich, but I am worried that their pursuit of money is more than their pursuit of Jesus, and they let workers work overtime, lower workers' wages, and like to recruit outsiders because outsiders obey discipline and have fewer requirements. Although they come to the church on Sunday, their factories or workshops are all carried out on a seven-day basis. They know that Sundays cannot be worked, but they make excuses that the workers who work in the factory on Sunday are not Christians. They are not enthusiastic about preaching the gospel to their workers. They just want them to make money for themselves, afraid that their subordinates will be difficult to manage, and they are also afraid that their sins will be revealed in the church..."

"I will pray for your church later!" Zhang Bicheng nodded.

"Thank you Brother Zhang." Dr. Li nodded.

At this time, Zhang Bicheng saw that there were no patients coming, and only Dr. Li was left in the room. Zhang Bicheng said, "I have something unknown, please ask Dr. Li for advice."

"Please say it."

"Why don't you bring the two boxes of the latest Western medicines I always bring from the Presbyterian Church in Beijing? They are the latest and best Western medicines that my brothers have raised money. Don't you always report that there is a lack of medicine for relief and inspection tours?" Zhang Bicheng spread his hands and asked.

Dr. Li nodded and said, "Yes, those are the latest and best medicines. So I won't use them in such a large number of rural clinics. I will prescribe them to the rich when I see a doctor in the clinic, so that I can get more money."

After saying that, Dr. Li smiled: "I have seen the medicine you brought. Many special medicines may be sold for ten times the price."

"What? What do you mean? Are you not the Greedy Mo Church's donations and supplies?" Zhang Bicheng screamed in surprise.

"What? I am greedy?" Dr. Li was stunned, then suddenly realized, laughed, and said, "Let me explain to you: Because we are a Longchuan Presbyterian Church Clinic, we save lives and help the wounded to the poor, and we can not charge money; but for the rich, I always offer ten times the price; for ordinary well-off families, I offer five times the price so that I can maintain a balance of income and expenditure, and receive money to buy more cheap medicines to the poor, and have some spare time to support the relief and distribute food, iron pots and other tasks. After all, the church's financial resources are very limited, and no rich brothers want to pay all the tithes."
Chapter completed!