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"Are you sure about this price? You’re not trying to deceive us, are you?"
Song Feiwan invited the receptionist to step forward and elegantly clarified everyone’s doubts.
At their medical clinic, prices were clearly marked! If there were any instances of overcharging, they could be reported without hesitation! Once discovered, strict penalties would be imposed!
As for Song Feiwan's consultation fee, it was also correctly stated. However, treatment and medication would incur additional charges.
Song Feiwan had also introduced a calling system reminiscent of the future; after setting a consultation date, patients could register for appointments. This meant that if the slots were limited, even those wanting to see the Consort of the Prince of Chen might not be able to secure an appointment!
Indeed! Regardless of whether they were noble lords or aristocrats, everyone had to queue for their turn!
During this period, discussions about this matter filled not only tea houses and taverns but also the streets and alleys.
Jianan sat in the carriage, listening as those conversations buzzed incessantly in his ears. Did they think they could pressure others with power? Who could overshadow the Prince of Chen? The Consort's registration system was truly ingenious!
The clear pricing was quite refreshing. In the past, when consulting a doctor, the charging standards were vague; it was always up to the doctor to decide how much to charge.
He heard that the Song family clinic had many clear and straightforward signs, eliminating the need for endless inquiries. Oh right, there were also many things that other clinics didn’t have! For instance, what was it called? A stethoscope?
The more Jianan listened, the more impatient he became.
During this time, Song Feiwan had not contacted him again. Was she simply patient or had she already lost interest in him?
His handsome face seemed to be covered by a layer of frost as he contemplated speaking up, urging the driver to hurry along when a voice interrupted: "I’m not interested in your fancy talk; I just want to know how skilled the Consort of Chen is as a physician."
Jianan's gaze darkened slightly as he pursed his lips.
His companion replied, "I’ve heard she’s remarkable! A few needles and she cured long-standing ailments!"
Is that true?
The carriage rolled further away, and Jianan couldn't quite catch the conversation behind him. Leaning back inside, his dark, deep-set eyes were lost in thought as his long fingers tapped rhythmically on his knee.
He snapped back to reality when the carriage came to a halt. Zhuo Er, mounted on his horse, leaned closer to the window and reported in a low voice, "Master, the road ahead is blocked."
It was unusual for anyone to obstruct Jianan's path; he had always been the one others made way for. A flicker of irritation crossed his narrow phoenix eyes. Before he could give any orders, Zhuo Er continued, "It seems they are all headed to the Song Medical Hall."
Jianan paused, his pale, slender fingers lifting the carriage curtain. They had arrived at Zhuque Street, where the Song Medical Hall had recently become the center of heated discussions. Through layers of people, he could not discern what was happening inside.
With a glint in his eyes, Jianan instructed softly, "Go take a look."
"Yes!"
It was morning, and today was Song Feiwan's scheduled consultation day. She had already instructed her staff to issue five patient numbers in advance.
When the patients arrived, they were not alone; instead, they were accompanied by a richly dressed young man whose complexion appeared somewhat pallid. Five stretchers were lined up at the entrance of the medical hall, each carrying a patient who lay there in evident agony, moaning softly.
The elegantly dressed young man abruptly opened his folding fan and waved it twice, his tone clearly aggressive as he shouted, "Lives are at stake! Doctor Song, stop dawdling and start your consultations!"
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