Unlimited Fishing System

Chapter 511
Li Hao passed the examination for the qualification certificate for practicing Chinese medicine without any surprise.

Having obtained a medical qualification certificate again, he is already a doctor with two certificates.

"The hospital distributed more than 28 yuan, and the novel website distributed more than 53 yuan."

After buying the house, Li Hao no longer pays the housing provident fund.

"With more than 6805 million deposits, I am also a rich man."

Looking at his bank deposits, Li Hao had a lot of smiles on his face.

He cheered up and tapped the keyboard cracklingly.

"Treatise on Febrile Diseases, I finally finished it."

After registering the copyright, printing and binding it into a book, Li Hao wrote a gift.

The next morning, he came to Jiangzhou Restaurant.

Zhou Hong, who was standing at the door, said with a smile on his face, "Here we are."

"Teacher, I wish you have today every year." Li Hao handed over the Treatise on Febrile Diseases in his hand.

"This gift is good, I like it very much." Zhou Hong read the book and was overjoyed.

After his 60th birthday, Zhou Hong retired from the hospital and continued to teach and educate people at Jiangzhou University.

The closed disciples already have the qualification certificate to practice Chinese medicine, so they can sit in the clinic by themselves.

When he arrived at the hospital the next day, Li Hao, who answered the phone, came to the director's office.

Zhao Ren, the director of Jiangzhou Hospital, greeted with a smile on his face: "Doctor Li, sit down quickly."

In recent months, Jiangzhou Hospital has become famous both at home and abroad.

More than 200 tumor patients were cured without surgery or hospitalization, and the influence is self-evident.

After sitting down, Li Hao asked, "Dean, I don't know why you came here for me?"

"Your teacher has retired, so it would be inappropriate for you to stay in the rehabilitation department," Zhao Ren said.

"What's the matter with the dean, you might as well just tell me directly." Li Hao said.

"I want to transfer you to the internal medicine department to be in charge of a consulting room, and the fees will remain the same." Zhao Ren stopped beating around the bush. The other party's medical skills are better than blue, and it is not appropriate to reduce the fees.

There are hundreds of hospitals, large and small, in Jiangzhou, and many hospitals want to poach Dr. Li in front of them.

As far as Zhao Ren heard, several hospitals were willing to give each other all of their revenue.

"I have no objection." Li Hao nodded.

"During working hours, do you have any ideas?" Zhao Ren asked with a smile.

"Tuesday off in the morning, Changbai shift, okay?" Li Hao asked.

"No problem." Zhao Ren nodded.

Experts have privileges, and it is normal for doctors with better medical skills than experts to enjoy some privileges.

"Then where do I work?" Li Hao asked.

"It's still the original consulting room." Zhao Ren said.

"Dean, I'm going to work." Li Hao got up and said goodbye, and went straight to the consulting room.

"Yes." Zhao Ren nodded.

Back in the consultation room, Li Hao turned on the computer, thought for a few seconds, and put in thirty numbers.

"Doctor Li, I've been having a sore throat." A teenage boy walked in accompanied by his mother.

"You have a cold, you don't need to look for me, I refunded the registration fee." Li Hao said.

"Doctor Li, can you cure my son's illness?" asked the woman in her thirties.

"My fees are very expensive. The registration fee is [-], the acupuncture fee is [-], and the prescription is [-]." Li Hao reminded.

A woman in her thirties said with great wealth: "We have money."

"Okay, let's pay the money first." Li Hao typed up an order, handed it to the other party, and ordered the next one.

A second patient walked in, also with a minor ailment.

"If you don't take the money delivered to your door, you don't take it for nothing." Seeing that rich people don't care about money, Li Hao never mentions the refund of the registration fee. 600 yuan is not much to him now, but to him in the past , anyway, it is a few days' wages.

Acupuncture and moxibustion were used to dredge qi and blood to detoxify, and all patients with minor illnesses were cured on the spot.

It took more than two hours to diagnose and treat thirty patients, and Li Hao was free.

He was the only one left in the consulting room with an area of ​​more than eighty square meters.

Taking out the ashtray in the drawer, Li Hao swallowed the clouds with a satisfied expression.

At this moment, the voice of the system sounded in his mind.

"Congratulations, master, for obtaining the inheritance of the genius doctor Hua Tuo."

A huge memory appeared in Li Hao's mind.

"Wu Qin Xi, the method of strengthening the body, try it?"

Taking out an open space, Li Hao practiced Wu Qin Xi.

"There is a warm current in the body, Hua Tuo's Wu Qin Xi is not simple."

Due to the aging of his muscles and bones, he was unable to perform many movements.

For this reason, Li Hao gritted his teeth and stretched his muscles every day in his spare time.

Before I knew it, it was time to pay my salary again.

"The hospital earned more than 59 yuan, and the novel earned more than 1302 million yuan?"

"With more than 8707 million deposits, it seems too easy to make money."

A few days later, the second volume of the miracle doctor Zhang Zhongjing was published.

Another 500 million was added to Li Hao's bank card.

"Received a little bit of kindness from others, and I will surely repay it with a spring."

After thinking about it, Li Hao donated 1000 million to the orphanage.

"There are still tens of thousands of deposits left, and it will increase every month."

With two days off on the weekend, Li Hao went to clean the new house, returned to the rental house, and devoted himself to copying the miracle doctor Zhang Zhongjing.

After more than an hour, Zhang Zhongjing, the genius doctor, was finished by him.

"Concentration is the essence, so let's leave it at that, anyway, the Treatise on Febrile Diseases has also been produced."

"The miracle doctor Zhang Zhongjing has a total of 130 million words, which can be printed into four volumes."

"A single volume is five yuan after tax, and 100 million copies of all four volumes are printed, and the after-tax income is 2000 million."

"If you print another copy in the future, you will get five yuan. I don't think I will be short of money."

"I will move to my own house when the lease term of the rental house is over."

The new house has just been renovated and has been vacant for several months, which is conducive to the release of toxic substances such as formaldehyde.

Paints and glues contain a certain proportion of formaldehyde.

Two days later, Li Hao asked Xinghai Publishing House to print Treatise on Febrile Diseases at the same price.

There is only one volume of Treatise on Febrile Diseases, and Xinghai Publishing House directly printed 100 million volumes.

Compared with Zhang Zhongjing, the genius doctor in novels, there are more cases in Treatise on Febrile Diseases, so it is inevitable to become a textbook.

From Monday to Friday, he sees [-] patients every day, and in the rest of the time, he ponders the inheritance of the genius doctor Hua Tuo.

In the two days of the weekend, apart from eating, drinking, and sleeping, Li Hao stayed in the rented house, practicing Wu Qinxi without distraction.

Occasionally visit the teacher, or go to school for class.

After all, he is still a part-time master's student.

"The box is going to be full again. If you lose it, I'm sorry for the patient. If you don't lose it, it will take up space."

Most doctors, throughout their lives, only have a dozen pennants.

The pennant Li Hao received was already filled with ten suitcases.

Each suitcase contained about 600 pennants. After a rough calculation, he received more than [-] pennants.

"If this continues, the consultation room will be full sooner or later, and patients cannot be allowed to send pennants."

Li Hao thought it was an honor to receive the pennant at first, but now he finds it a burden.

The last patient left, tidied up, swiped his card and left.

He, who gets a share of the salary, can leave whenever he wants.

In name, he is a doctor of internal medicine, and that is only in name.

Li Hao doesn't care whether he is proud of his talents or carefree.

During the working hours, there are [-] patients every day. If the speed is fast, they will leave early, and if the speed is slow, they will leave late.

At noon that day, Zhang Yao from Jiangnan Pharmaceutical Company came to his consultation room.

"Mr. Zhang, what's the matter?" Li Hao asked.

"Doctor Li, this is the contract, please take a look." Zhang Yao took out two contracts.

After reading the above content, Li Hao signed his name, and each ointment was priced at [-] yuan. He got three yuan after tax, which is already a lot. The output of the ointment is enough for him to pay taxes according to the highest standard.

Calculated in this way, his pre-tax income can be divided into more than five yuan for each ointment.

"Doctor Li, this is a patent application in your name." Zhang Yao took out a folder.

"I'm sorry to bother you." Li Hao thanked him.

"Mr. Li, when the ointment is on the market, your share will be credited to your card every month." Zhang Yao said.

"En." Li Hao nodded.

"Mr. Li, do you have any other recipes?" Zhang Yao asked.

(End of this chapter)