"A hundred and twenty dollars as a courtesy!" Ding Changsheng didn't care about the middle-aged man's doubts and said with a shy smile.
"Ouch!" After hearing Ding Changsheng's quotation, the middle-aged man couldn't help but gritted his teeth.
Ding Changsheng doesn't care whether you grit your teeth or not. It's normal to spend money on medical treatment.
It's not like you don't care about the disease.
After collecting the money, the middle-aged man was sent away.
Ding Changsheng rubbed his hands, and a ball of clear air exploded into four balls of light.
Still choose treasure.
Seeing the middle-aged treasure, Ding Changsheng couldn't help baring his teeth.
Take it out casually, this is a collection of novels.
A collector's edition of Jin Yong's novel The Deer and the Cauldron.
Or the traditional vertical version.
Oh! It also has Jin Yong’s signature on it.
It's indeed a treasure.
Jin Yong's martial arts novels have influenced two or three generations.
I looked through it and found it was well preserved.
I casually put the novel away again. The traditional vertical version is okay for collection, but it is too strenuous to read.
If you give this set of novels to your dad, he will definitely like it.
By the way, I just tricked seven senior students into working for me, and then I got a copy of The Deer and the Cauldron.
What does this imply?
After thinking wildly for a while, Ding Changsheng picked up his cell phone and called Smith.
"Hi! Smith, I have a question for you!"
"Haha! Dear Ding! I'm glad to serve you!" Smith said happily.
"I plan to set up a charitable foundation."
"Is it to avoid taxes?" Smith asked sharply.
“It’s not all for tax avoidance, it’s just that I got lucky recently and found a treasure and sold it for some money.
So I thought of setting up a charity foundation to help the poor people in the world who cannot afford medical treatment and provide them with some help." Ding Changsheng said with a smile.
Even if it is really for tax avoidance, it cannot be so direct. We cannot promote tax avoidance, but charity.
"OK! Dear Ding, you are such a kind person, the Lord will bless you!
How much do you plan to spend to register a charitable foundation?
Another question, are you sure you want to register a non-profit charitable foundation?"
"Yes, I'm pretty sure.
For the time being, I will donate 10 million US dollars to the charity fund!" Ding Changsheng thought for a while and said.
"Dear Ding, you are so generous. Leave this matter to me! I will definitely help you complete the registration of the charity fund in the shortest possible time." Smith said in an exaggerated tone.
"Then I'll trouble you, Mr. Smith. I hope to get the charity foundation license as soon as possible." Ding Changsheng explained again before hanging up the phone.
After hanging up the phone, Ding Changsheng immediately felt relaxed and felt indescribably comfortable.
This is the correct way to open the system.
Only by robbing the rich to help the poor and helping the poor can we better promote and develop traditional Chinese medicine.
Of course, this is what Ding Changsheng thought about himself. It doesn't matter whether he is right or wrong. What matters is that his thoughts are clear.
His system is not a traditional Chinese medicine system, a system of evil medicine, or the like, but a Taoist five-skill inheritance system.
Whether it is Taoism or Buddhism, eliminating disasters and resolving problems for believers is never selfless and requires offerings or devout incense beliefs.
Ding dong!
The doorbell rang, interrupting Ding Changsheng's random thoughts.
Ding Changsheng raised his head and looked outside.
"Hey! Mr. Pan, you are here, please take a seat! And this gentleman, please take a seat too!" Ding Changsheng hurriedly walked out of the counter and greeted Pan Jianguo and another old man.
This is my God of Wealth, the biggest sheep by far.
You must have a correct attitude and serve carefully.
"Chang Shengzi, I drank the medicine you prescribed for me, and it works very well!
Lao Hu also has trouble sleeping. I originally thought about letting him take the medicine you prescribed for me, but then I thought about it and asked you to check the insurance." Pan Jianguo said with a smile.
Mr. Pan was indeed his God of Wealth. Not only did he provide him with wool, he also brought other fat sheep with him.
The old man surnamed Hu who came with Pan Jianguo could tell by the way he was dressed that he was not an ordinary person.
Wearing a maroon Tang suit made of silk and satin, she held two dark red shiny walnuts in her hand.
Although Ding Changsheng didn't get his hands on this pair of walnuts, he knew they were top-notch lion heads.
It has been coated with thick patina and is shiny.
This pair of walnuts is worth at least a million.
"Mr. Pan, thank you for not giving Mr. Hu the medicine I prescribed for you.
There are many reasons for this insomnia. Your insomnia is caused by insufficient Qi and blood, lack of nourishment of mind and spirit, resulting in restlessness and inability to sleep at night.
Mr. Hu's eyes are red, which is obviously due to excessive heart fire, liver stagnation turning into fire, phlegm fire stagnation, and qi and blood blockage causing him to be unable to sleep at night." Ding Changsheng said with a smile.
"These are both insomnia, what's the difference?"
"Of course there is a difference. Insomnia can also be divided into deficiency syndrome and real syndrome. Yours is a deficiency syndrome, with insufficient liver blood and lack of mental support.
Mr. Hu has a real disease, which is caused by excessive fire disturbing the heart and blood stasis. If I am not wrong, Mr. Hu must have been very irritable recently. He often gets angry for no reason or at the smallest things.
And there are also symptoms of bitter mouth and dry throat, constipation and redness, and chest tightness and pain." Ding Changsheng said confidently.
Although Mr. Hu didn't speak, it could be seen from the change in his face that Ding Changsheng was right.
"Zhang Shengzi, your medical skills are really no worse than your second grandfather!
How about it, old man, am I right?
There is a successor to the Changsheng Hall! Our old brother's body must be handed over to the Changsheng Hall." Pan Jianguo said to Lao Hu with a smile.
Then he looked at Ding Changsheng and said, "Changshengzi, Lao Hu was also an old customer of your second grandfather back then. Anyone who had any illness or disaster would always come to Changsheng Hall."
"Changsheng, I ask you, is it okay to call you Changsheng?"
"No problem, just like Mr. Pan, you can call me Changshengzi or Changsheng." Ding Changsheng said with a smile.
"Well, Changsheng! My illness will trouble you." Lao Hu said to Ding Changsheng with a smile.
"No trouble, let me take your pulse first!"
"Don't you already know that I'm sick? Why do you still need to take my pulse?" Lao Hu asked doubtfully.
“Traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to the integration of four diagnoses. It is not only to clarify the symptoms, but also to use medicine according to your body.
As the saying goes, there is one medicine for each disease and one medicine for each person.
Everyone’s physique is different, and the dosage of medication also needs to be slightly adjusted." Ding Changsheng explained patiently.
"Oh! I know this, but there are not many traditional Chinese medicine doctors nowadays who can explain it this way. I have visited several traditional Chinese medicine clinics, and they all directly gave me some proprietary Chinese medicines.
The diagnosis is similar to what you said, except that after I took the medicine, the effect was not very good."
“Because Chinese patent medicines consider universality, their efficacy is definitely not as good as one person’s prescription.
Moreover, the same symptoms are classified into different priorities, and the medications are different.
Also, your symptoms are excessive heart fire and internal disturbance of liver fire. So, is the root cause of the disease located in the heart or the liver?
This requires clear identification." Ding Changsheng explained with a smile.
"Okay! I believe you, just show me!" Old Hu said, pulling the pulse pillow and putting his hand on it.