Chapter 316: The dispute between 'wiping ass' and Chinese medicine
Since the Chinese New Year, the weather has been getting warmer day by day.

After breakfast, Wang Mengde accompanied He Shengnan, followed by his two younger brothers, and walked out of the research institute’s family building.

Because of sufficient funds, the roads in the community have been treated and paved with broken bricks or pebbles.

At the same time, sanitation workers clean the roads diligently every day, so the roads are always clean.

He looked up at the sky. Although the sun had not yet risen, he could still feel that today would be a sunny day.

However, Wang Mengde's heart was very uneasy.

Because he knew that soon there would be a heavy snowstorm, and the road would become slippery and difficult to travel on.

Many people slip and fall while walking, and may even be unable to get up.

He and his family would be safe because he had planned ahead and put on a lot of protection on his body and feet.

After leaving the community and saying goodbye to He Shengnan, Wang Mengde walked slowly along the main road towards Guang'anmen Middle School with the Wang Yuanchao brother.

Yesterday, the two brothers had a fight with other students at school again. One of the students had one tooth knocked out and his eye was black and blue.

Today he went to school just to "clean up the mess" for his two younger brothers. Firstly, he wanted to apologize to the other parents, and secondly, he wanted to have a chat with the teacher.

There is still half a semester left, and we must keep track of the movements of these two people in school at all times. Nothing can happen at this critical moment.

In May and June, after the graduation exams, they were quickly sent to the army. Mr. Zhong had already made the arrangements, and they just had to go through the procedures and then directly join the recruit company.

"You two should walk faster. Don't dawdle. I have something else to do in the hospital later."

When he saw Wang Yuanchao and Wang Weiguo dawdling in the back, he became extremely angry.

I got beaten up in mixed doubles a few years ago, but I forgot about it not long after.

If Wang Hao hadn't just finished his night shift and needed to rest, and Ran Xiaomei had to stay at home to take care of the children, he wouldn't have been willing to come over.

When I arrived at school, I first looked for my homeroom teacher, Mr. Guo.

Teacher Guo is only twenty-three or twenty-four years old and is a young girl who has just graduated from school two years ago.

She was originally very angry, and thought that when the parents of Wang Yuanchao and his brother came over, she would definitely have a good talk with them.

When she saw Wang Mengde, her face turned red and she didn't know what to do with her hands. She also forgot all the words she had prepared in advance.

It took her a while to calm down.

I thought to myself: Wang Yuanchao and Wang Weiguo must have good intentions since they have such a brother. They were probably just a little naughty when they were young, so they played around with their classmates.

"Comrade Wang Mengde, please have some water."

Teacher Zhu poured a cup of hot water in front of Wang Mengde, then sat opposite him and said softly:
“In fact, Wang Yuanchao and Wang Weiguo are both very smart.

It's just that the two of them don't like to study, and they have a weak foundation and are a bit playful, so their academic performance is neither good nor bad.

If they can concentrate on their studies, there is still one semester left, and if they work hard, they might be able to get into high school in June."

Wang Mengde was of course very aware of the cleverness of his two younger brothers.

However, he has his own plans for taking the high school entrance exam.

As someone who has been through this, he knows deeply that at this time, going to school is not as good as staying in the army.

Of course, this cannot be said openly. Right now in this world, he is the only one who understands the general historical direction of future society.

"Haha, thank you, Teacher Zhu.

Our family also has some plans for them. After they graduate from junior high school, they will go to the army to train.

During this period, I hope they don’t cause trouble and spend their last semester in school diligently.”

Wang Mengde smiled and said:

"Oh, by the way, there is one more thing I want to trouble Teacher Zhu with. I want you to pay more attention to them and let me know if they have any intentions."

He said, looking at the other person expectantly.

"Comrade Wang Mengde, it's not a problem, this is what I should do.

Don't worry, I will pay more attention to Wang Yuanchao and Wang Weiguo. If there is anything, I will come to you. "

Teacher Zhu said with a happy face.

If other students' parents made such a request, she would consider it.

After all, daily work is already very hard. As long as no major mistakes are made, for minor matters, we just criticize and educate the students, and we will not tell the parents everything.

But she was very happy to do what Wang Mengde asked.

It’s not that I had any special thoughts, but after seeing this person, I couldn’t help but feel happy.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhu."

Wang Mengde thanked.

Behind him, the brothers Wang Yuanchao and Wang Weiguo, who were standing obediently, had bitter looks on their faces.

It's over!

Their good days are over as their head teacher, Mr. Zhu, becomes my brother's 'spy'.

From now on, your every move in school will be known to your brother.

It is difficult for them to have the same freedom as before.

"By the way, Comrade Wang Mengde, there is something I want to remind you of.

It may be difficult to communicate with the parents of the students who were beaten this time, so please pay more attention to them later."

Teacher Zhu suddenly thought of something and whispered something.

After meeting the student's parents once, they remembered it very clearly.

"Okay, I understand. Thank you, Mr. Zhu, for reminding me."

Just as the two were chatting, three people walked in from outside.

The leader was a thin woman with a dark complexion. The most noticeable thing about her was her very high cheekbones.

People with this kind of face are very difficult to get along with, commonly known as someone who has a butcher knife in his arms.

Behind her was a middle-aged man with a decent appearance.

Behind him was a half-grown child who looked like a junior high school student, but his face was covered in bruises and swellings.

This is the real boss.

As soon as she came in, the woman saw Wang Yuanchao and Wang Weiguo standing behind Wang Mengde, and she spoke loudly, taking the lead:

"You are their parent, and you have injured our child. If I am not satisfied with the handling of the matter, this matter will never end."

He said this without even looking at Teacher Zhu, and then sat down on another chair.

Wang Mengde has been a doctor for so many years and has seen too many people like this. Every year there are ten or eight people who throw tantrums.

He stood up and said calmly: "Yes, I am their parent.

Sorry, the child is injured, and we will pay for all the expenses in the hospital."

"Hmph, my child has lost a tooth, and I want to solve the problem by just paying for the medical expenses. No way.

I tell you, you have to at least pay our family a hundred dollars, or I will go to your home and workplace to make trouble."

After hearing what he said, the woman glared at him and was about to use her secret weapon that always worked in the slum - being rude and unreasonable.

Although the incident was caused by their child, she only thought that her son suffered a loss.

And when he saw that Wang Mengde was not dressed like an ordinary person, he made up his mind to ask for a high price and make a fortune.

Wang Mengde did not respond to her words, but waited until she finished speaking before saying calmly:

"My dear sister, you are ill." As soon as this sentence came out, the woman was furious:
“You are sick.

Well, not only are you unwilling to pay the money, but you also dare to scold me. I will not live any longer."

As he said this, he was about to lie down on the ground.

"Do you often have liver pain right here? I've been feeling listless lately..."

As Wang Mengde spoke, he gestured towards himself.

As soon as they met, he saw that the woman was suffering from severe hepatitis B.

"how do you know?"

The woman paused and then blurted out.

After saying that, he looked at Wang Mengde with some suspicion.

She had liver pain and other physical problems, but only she and her husband knew about it. No one else, including her children, was aware of it.

I didn't expect that the young man in front of me would reveal the whole thing right away.

“I’m a doctor, I can tell from your expression.

Your liver disease is quite serious. If you don’t get timely treatment, you will be in trouble later.”

He was not talking nonsense. Although the other person's face was darker, it still looked a little sallow.

Combined with other characteristics, this disease was completely unpredictable in his eyes.

"Yes, Comrade Wang Mengde is a nationally renowned doctor. You should go to the hospital for a check-up."

Beside him, Teacher Zhu couldn't help but speak up.

The woman's face turned ugly when she heard this. She didn't bother to make a scene and ask for money, and said hurriedly:

"Well, which hospital should I go to? Doctor Wang, can you cure this disease?"

What Wang Mengde said just now was so serious that she was extremely scared.

If my disease cannot be cured, what will happen to my children?

Besides, she hasn't lived enough. She's just over 40 years old and has a long life ahead of her.

"Well, go to Guang'anmen Hospital today and make an appointment with Dr. Li Xiang from the Internal Medicine Department. He should be able to cure your disease."

Wang Mengde thought about it and then said.

Although his fellow junior students have studied with him for five years, each of them actually has their own strengths.

Among them, Li Xiang learned the treatment of liver disease better than the others.

Based on his understanding of this junior fellow's skills, curing her liver disease was a sure thing.

"Thank you, Doctor Wang. Let's just leave today's matter at that."

The woman said through gritted teeth.

If I hadn't had to go to the hospital he mentioned for treatment later, I would have had to extort some money today.

Finished the school stuff.

Wang Mengde returned to Guang'anmen Hospital.

In the intensive care unit.

Mitsui Shigeru was in a good mood. He was chatting with Watanabe Taro, and when he was happy, he even laughed obscenely.

"Master, your body will be fully recovered in a month at most.

When you return to Japan, you must take good care of yourself. The future of the Mitsui family is still counting on you."

Watanabe Taro said cautiously.

This young master was famous for his mood swings. When he was in Japan, he would lose his temper whenever something didn't go his way.

Except for the head of the Mitsui family, no one else took it seriously, even the other uncles and uncles in the family would just curse at them.

"Hmm, let's see."

Mitsui Shigeru said something without commenting, and then ordered:
"Then you should contact those friends of mine today and ask them to prepare for the celebration in advance. When I return home, I will make sure to have a good time.

These past few years have made me feel depressed. If things get worse, I would rather die than live such a boring life."

Before coming to China, he had committed several acts of self-harm.

In the end, he was discovered in time by people around him and rescued. It really proves the saying: Good people don't live long, but evil people live for a thousand years.

At this time.

Wang Mengde pushed the door and walked in.

"Doctor Wang, you are here, please take a seat.

Watanabe, go and make some tea for Doctor Wang."

When Mitsui Shigeru saw him, his eyes lit up and he quickly sat up from his lying position.

"Don't bother. I'll just check and leave."

Wang Mengde said lightly.

If he hadn't had a plan, he would never have looked at the other person.
Every time he saw that ugly face and that booger-like mustache, his heart was filled with murderous intent.

Of course, Mitsui Shigeru saw through his attitude, but he remained unmoved and waved his hand to signal Watanabe Taro to get ready quickly.

When Wang Mengde finished checking his pulse and was about to leave, Mitsui Shigeru said with a smile:

"Doctor Wang, I heard that you have a lot of proven and secret recipes, could you sell me a few?

Don't worry, this matter is known only to God, the earth, you and me. I will keep it confidential for you, and the price I offer will definitely satisfy you.

Each prescription is worth a certain amount, ranging from $10,000 to unlimited. If you can sell me a secret recipe like the 'Palace Emperor Pills', I can give you $1 million."

While saying seductive words, she was secretly observing Wang Mengde's expression.

At the same time, a hint of greed appeared on his face.

Even though he is a playboy in Japan, he has learned a lot from his surroundings and has quite good business skills.

If there really is a prescription with similar effects to the 'Palace Emperor Pills', then we would make a lot of money.

Now the production in China has increased, and the monthly sales have approached 30 million US dollars, not including the amount of debt paid by the northern country.

And the cost is less than one twentieth.

This huge profit makes everyone jealous. Many well-known foreign research institutions are conducting research on this drug, wanting to try and see if they can imitate it and get a piece of the pie.

The Mitsui family’s medical research institute is naturally no exception.

Unfortunately, despite the huge investment of manpower and material resources, there has been no progress.

“The prescription is not for sale.”

Wang Mengde said in a firm tone.

As China's national treasure, traditional Chinese medicine carries a long history and unique therapeutic effects.

However, in later generations, due to the lack of effective protection measures, traditional Chinese medicine was subjected to crazy patent registration by countries such as Japan and South Korea, resulting in many of our secret recipes falling into the hands of other countries.

It's heartbreaking.

Now that he has come to this era, he will naturally not let this situation happen again.

After the reform and opening up, he will let go and fight for the due rights and status for China's medical industry, especially traditional Chinese medicine.

(End of this chapter)