Chapter 10 Lonely

Just as the literati and poets and singers in Biandu were singing Wang Jinghui's lyrics and music, he was finishing the clinic. The main building of the clinic had basically been completed, leaving only the finishing work of the hospital building. With the support of the five servants selected by Mr. Xu from the jewelry store apprentices and two accountants, his work was greatly reduced. In addition, Manager Li was entrusted by him and summoned three unfamous doctors to assist him.

The clinic and pharmacy were first built. The carpenters hired had already made large rows of medicine cabinets and counters. Under the command of a doctor, although the three primary school apprentices did not know the herbs, they were only responsible for weighing and sorting. The remaining people began to receive a small number of patients nearby in the built outpatient building.

It is obvious that Wang Jinghui's clinic is too big. Not only the outpatient building has four floors, but so far, there are only four doctors who can treat patients in the clinic and he has only four people. One of them must be in the pharmacy to direct, so he arranged for everyone in the clinic to live in the outpatient building. The hospital building behind is also four floors, but now patients are not hospitalized after they get sick, so when he plans to recruit students studying medicine for a period of time, the inpatient building will temporarily become a classroom.

Although the clinic has not officially opened, Wang Jinghui has already started to treat patients around him. Since there are fewer patients, he asked the three doctors to read some of the medical books he has revised first, and he went to the battlefield to treat the patients himself. The three doctors were a little dissatisfied when they saw Wang Jinghui giving them medical books, but since they were asked by the owner to read them, they read them absent-mindedly. Soon they were attracted by the contents of these medical books. After all, they have practiced medicine for many years and have accumulated rich experience. They can still see the quality of a medical book.

At first, because there were few people who knew about it and the people around him were skeptical about this unfinished clinic, he didn't find it difficult to have few patients. However, from these patients, he promoted the clinic not only medical skills but also good. The important thing is that the cost is extremely low. It only costs five cents for medical treatment, and the price of herbs is only half that of other clinics in the city. Therefore, the number of residents around him who came here to see the doctor gradually began to increase, and the two doctors also joined in.

It was soon August, and all the projects of the clinic were completed. Although they had not officially opened, the clinic had won the recognition of the residents around them, and more and more people came to see the doctor and bought medicine. During this period, Zhao Ye also came to him twice. Wang Jinghui knew that his calligraphy was very ugly in this era, so he asked Zhao Ye to help him write the plaque of the clinic. "What name should I give?" Wang Jinghui, Mr. Xu, Manager Li, and Zhao Ye hesitated in the study.

Wang Jinghui pondered for a while and said, "It's called the 'civilian clinic'! Anyone who enters my clinic is a civilian! In the eyes of our doctors, there are only patients, no wealthy businessmen or Gongsun Wanghou! Our clinic is to reduce the number of doctors and patients in the people, and it is just right to call a civilian clinic!"

Although the people in the study were not interested in the rustic name in the country, they were moved by Wang Jinghui's explanation: there were only patients and doctors in this clinic, and nobles and civilians were equal! This view is very novel, but it is very appropriate, isn't it? After the emperor and civilians entered the bathhouse and took off their clothes, who could tell them? So Zhao Ye wrote the "Civilian Medical Center" with a brush covered with thick ink.

On August 5, the clinic unveiled the red silk cloth on the plaque with the sound of firecrackers. There were many people who came to see the doctor and get medicine every day, but the more customers there were, the tighter the two accountants’ brows frowned: "Boss, this month, in addition to the hedging of various expenses and income, we still have a gap of 500 taels of silver. If the gap is too large, we should raise the price?!" At the end of August, the two accountants’ gentlemen held the account books in their hands and persuaded Wang Jinghui with heartfelt advice.

After hearing this, Wang Jinghui said something to the two accountants who fainted and moved them for a lifetime: "It doesn't matter, this is a thousand taels of silver. You can use it to fill the deficit! I am a civilian hospital, and I never thought about making money for treating civilians, otherwise I would have been driven to the east of the city long ago! The money for treating medical treatment will be settled like this. If you lack money, come to me. I will make up for this deficit myself!"

They had long heard that the new owner was very rich and generous, but they didn't expect that he was even better than they thought. However, he ate and lived in the clinic with them every day. He usually had no money except buying books, and never went to the horse and asked about flowers and willows. He heard that the singers who were popular in Kaifeng were looking for this young owner, hoping that he could write a poem for them! He was never stingy with those who came to see a doctor and get medicine. These days, "crazy people" like the owner are rare. Let's just follow him, at least get along with his conscience! The two accountants said while chatting together, and they gave up the idea of ​​complaining to Mr. Xu.

Wang Jinghui didn't care about the money he spent, but he only spent more than 100,000 taels of silver from Xiao Yuanfeng. What's more, Mr. Xu could allocate at least 80,000 taels of silver from the profits of glass every month. Now his net worth is 200,000 taels of silver, so he is not short of money. As long as the manufacturing process and formula of glass are not leaked for a day, he will have a very stable and rich source of wealth. Now the raw materials of glass are no longer used for sand. After using the quartz ore picked from Yushan, the transparency of glass has been greatly improved, which is very close to the glass cup he sold. Of course, the price is also very expensive.

But what made Wang Jinghui very strange was that the porcelain kilns for burning glass increased, and the output increased significantly. Why hasn't the price fallen yet? There are no dark green glass objects anymore. They are all high-end products with the lowest price of 500 taels, and of course there are also defective products of 100 taels. Wang Jinghui handed over the questions in his heart to Manager Li. He smiled and said to Wang Jinghui: "No matter how rich the wealthy families in Kaifeng in Biandu are, such a high price will saturate the market, but not all the rich people in the world are in Biandu.

We have organized people to transport glassware to the south to the branch in Hangzhou for sale. There are many wealthy families in Suzhou and Hangzhou, and it is not a strange thing for a family to buy five or six sets of glass tea sets. It is not a strange thing to ship it to Hebei north, where there are many local rich people, and the money is easy to sell! In addition, the orders from the Khitans in the Liao Kingdom and the Dangxiang people in the Xixia Kingdom were also very large. So many orders have already placed production until next year. If we hadn't controlled the output to keep the glass formula confidential, our value would have been millions long ago!"

When Wang Jinghui knew how much property he had, he felt dizzy. Manager Li also told him that he would be able to earn 100,000 taels of silver every month in the future, and it would be no dream to become a millionaire within one year!

Wang Jinghui has his own ideas about how to arrange his huge and steady growth wealth. With sufficient financial support, he can choose more things to do. Kaifeng in August is already in a hot summer. In recent times, with the rise in temperature, most of the patients who go to the clinic have summer diseases like heatstroke. After seeing so many patients with heatstroke, Wang Jinghui began to remember the pharmaceutical industry he originally planned to carry out. Using Rendan to treat common summer diseases like heatstroke is very effective. Moreover, this thing is cheap, not complicated to make, and the demand is also large. Even if you can't make a lot of money, you will never lose money. At the most, it can solve the overcrowded state of the clinic.

Thinking of this, Wang Jinghui invited all three doctors and two accountants to his office, and told them about the plan to make Rendan and showed them the Rendan he kept in the medicine box. The three doctors were good at the effects and prospects of Rendan, and the accountant was even happier than the doctors, because Rendan could become a big source of wealth for the clinic. The clinic was paying money every day, and although they were not paying their own money, they were unwilling to face the deficit in the accountant. When Wang Jinghui told them that making Rendan was just the beginning and that more types of Chinese patent medicines would be made in the future, the two accountants had a smile on their faces.

The location of the pharmaceutical workshop is very good. There are many empty houses in the clinic now, so there is no need to worry about not being able to find a place. When choosing a pharmaceutical worker, Wang Jinghui was worried: If he hired an adult man, the reward would be too high; originally his idea was to hire a large number of female workers, but it would definitely not work at this time. That large set of theories of defense against men and women was enough to cause abnormal death in the clinic. The doctor and the accountant immediately wiped out his idea.

In the budding stage, everyone finally made a decision: hiring elderly people with ease and children over ten years old. These two types of people have no income in slum families, so it will be easy to hire them. Of course, the accountant has another reason not to say: their rewards will be very low, which can greatly reduce the cost of pharmaceuticals. After Wang Jinghui sent them away, he murmured in a low voice: "Aren't I a black-hearted capitalist in the 18th century?"

This matter was left to one of the accountants named Liu, who was responsible for it. He was indeed very quick to do things. In less than a day, he recruited more than 20 pharmaceutical workers from young and old among the residents nearby. This was mainly because this was a slum area, and every household was looking for ways around the stove all day long. It didn't matter if these more than 20 pharmaceutical workers didn't know the herbs. The doctor in charge of the pharmacy directed the three apprentices to hand over the herbs classified into categories to them for processing. In order to improve work efficiency, Wang Jinghui divided them into several groups and used the assembly line operation method.

Pharmaceutical workers work for five hours a day, which includes an hour of lunch and a break. All employed workers have free lunch, with a salary of 15 cents of copper coins a day and overtime work. Such treatment is very generous for pharmaceutical workers. If you add a few shifts, you can earn five or six hundred cents of copper coins a month, and you can buy a stone of rice. In addition to expressing your admiration for his character again, Wang Jinghui's two accountants were left with only scolding.

As soon as Rendan was released, it was indeed sought after by people suffering from summer illness. After a short promotion period, Rendan was immediately sold to the warehouse every day. In order to meet the needs of customers, Wang Jinghui had to add another 30 pharmaceutical workers to start work. Of course, in addition to making a lot of money, he did not forget to print the words "Jimin Pharmaceutical" and the address of the pharmaceutical workshop on the outer packaging box. After all, Rendan, a simple Chinese patent medicine, was very fast.

Other colleagues will see the ingredients of it. It is not glass. As long as you are careful, you can prevent the formula from leaking out. So Wang Jinghui borrowed from the practice of trademarks in later generations, hoping to lead the way among the counterfeiting army that is about to arrive. Of course, the accountant will not pay attention to what he did so many times. The only thing he is happy about is that in addition to the expenses in September, there is still a balance of 300 taels of silver!

In addition to pharmaceuticals, Wang Jinghui's biggest interest is to buy land and build houses and stockpile medicinal materials and grain. With the support of glass profits, he not only bought all the land around the clinic, but also purchased three or four hundred acres of barren slopes less than ten miles from Kaifeng City. Three four-story cement buildings were built around the clinic, and all three buildings will be built before the winter begins. Wang Jinghui plans to use two of them to adopt orphans on the street, and the other one is used as a pharmaceutical workshop and to store the Chinese herbal medicines purchased from stockpiling.

Since the clinic started to be put into use, Wang Jinghui began to purchase large quantities of Chinese herbal medicines such as Coptis chinensis, Artemisia annua, Heart Lotus, Houttuynia cordata and other Chinese herbal medicines from medicinal materials merchants. These were all prepared to prevent the epidemic after the flood next year. He also asked two warehouses and two four-story buildings to be built on the deserted slopes purchased in the suburbs of the city. The warehouse began to slowly stockpile grain, salt, and soda powder. The warehouse fully considered waterproofing during construction. In addition to the relatively high construction location, it also has a good drainage system.

In fact, Wang Jinghui also adopted more than a dozen orphans who wandered on the streets. Their parents all died of famine. One of them fainted due to a fever. He heard that Wang Jinghui's clinic often did not charge any money when treating the poor, so they carried the child with fever to the clinic. The orphans begging along the street knelt at the entrance of the clinic to ask him to treat the disease.

After the three doctors took the pulse of the child, they kept shook their heads: It was too late! Finally, Wang Jinghui was asked to come out. After taking the temperature of the child with a thermometer, he couldn't help but complain: 43 degrees! If this continues, he must die! He can't watch the poor child die in front of him, not to mention that there are more than a dozen pairs of sour eyes around him looking at him. There was no way, Wang Jinghui had to take out a special fever-reducing needle from the medical box that he had been reluctant to use for the child. From then on, Wang Jinghui took in these orphans. In addition to providing them with food and clothing, he also invited a teacher to teach them to read and read. These children were also very sensible. They did the hygiene in the clinic. Later, he followed the doctor to learn how to sort herbs, weigh, and make medicine...

More than two months after the opening of the Civilian Medical Clinic, Wang Jinghui has enjoyed a high reputation in the slums in the east of the city, whether he knows or does not know him, he will greet him respectfully: "Hello Mr. Wang!" Although Wang Jinghui's life is very busy and dull every day, he feels very meaningful and fulfilled. It has been more than five months since he has been in this time and space. In addition to some places in his life, he feels a little restrained, he has even fallen in love with this era.

It was evening again, and people who had been held in the vicious sun for a whole day gathered in the street market again. Wang Jinghui had a rare time to take a break from the clinic today. Since the clinic opened, all his thoughts have been put on the construction of the clinic. He was busy every day and had not come out to the street market for a long time.

Wang Jinghui walked around the street and saw that there were snacks he had never eaten before, so he took out a few coins from his sleeve to try them out. These delicious snacks were the greatest rewards from Wang Jinghui after he came to this world. Sometimes he would have an illusion that God brought him a thousand years ago to let him eat all the world's delicacies of this era.

Although this idea made him feel a little ridiculous, Wang Jinghui would rather be true. He came to a restaurant that looked very grand. At the greeting of the waiter, he chose a room on the second floor, opened the window, and a slight tide of breeze blew over his face, blew all the troubles of his day.

Wang Jinghui ordered a few dishes and ordered a pot of "Baiyunyuan" rice wine. After the wine and dishes were served, he drank alone in the private room, listening to the vague sound of songs coming from the pleasure boat in the lake. However, what made him laugh was that the song came from the pleasure boat and it turned out to be: "When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky with the wine."

Wang Jinghui thought with a funny thought: "Boss Su Shi, it seems that classics are classics, and your lyrics are really not something you can do! In the future, you can only use your intelligence and talent to write a few classic Song lyrics!" He looked up and saw that the moon was hanging in the sky, and then he realized that today is August fifteenth.

Thinking of this extremely special day, Wang Jinghui couldn't help feeling a little sad: In this era, no relatives have come to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with him. He was sitting at the window with a pot of Bai Yunyuan and slowly drank it. Bai Yunyuan was just low-alcohol rice wine, at best, only twenty degrees, but Wang Jinghui was in a very bad mood at this time, so he was a little drunk after eating three or two bowls.

Wang Jinghui said in a swaying step: "The east wind blows on the trees in the night, and the stars blow like rain. The BMW cart car is full of fragrance. The wind blows, the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance overnight. The moths and the snow willows are golden, and the smiles are filled with fragrance. I look for him in the crowd for thousands of times. When I look back, the man is in the dim light."
Chapter completed!