Volume 1, Chapter 30: Emergency Treatment

Zhou Yang was speechless. Since when had this woman become so shameless?

"I only have one word for you," Zhou Yang said. "Get lost!"

With that, he climbed into his car with an air of nonchalance, not even sparing Lu Wei a glance, and sped off. He could not be bothered to waste another word on her.

"Zhou Yang, you're quite popular with the ladies, aren't you?" Zhao Ziying remarked. "That girl seems to be from the Administration Department, right? Her boyfriend even came to our company once!"

Zhou Yang did not want to discuss this topic. "Sister Zhao, today you're coming with me to meet the client. Please let me handle the primary negotiation. If I say something wrong or seem inexperienced, I would appreciate your help in filling in the gaps."

"No problem," Zhao Ziying replied. "Since it's your client, you should naturally lead the talk."

They soon arrived at the client's company, Shencheng Jiangren Hospital. As Laura had described, it was indeed a small hospital, covering just over a thousand square meters and consisting of only four floors.

Following the pre-arranged information, Zhou Yang headed to the dean's office on the top floor. Along the way, he heard several cries of pain and saw people pushing stretchers in and out, seemingly victims of a car accident, blood-soaked and gruesome.

They quickly reached the fourth floor. Since they had an appointment, Dean Wei was already waiting. This was, in the strictest sense, Zhou Yang's first time meeting a client in person.

He knocked gently. "Hello, Dean Wei. I am Zhou Yang from EPS. We spoke on the phone earlier."

"Oh, please, come in!" a voice called from inside.

Zhou Yang and Zhao Ziying entered the office. It was spacious, bright, and impeccably clean. A man of about fifty, wearing a white coat, sat at his desk looking at a computer.

"Please, have a seat," he said, rising to gesture for them to sit.

"Dean Wei, do you have to see patients yourself even as the dean?" Zhao Ziying, a seasoned salesperson, broke the ice with a simple question.

"Some old patients still prefer my care," Wei Changqing replied, removing his white coat and sitting down across from them.

"Dean Wei, I heard about your requirements from Sister Laura privately. Since both sides are interested in cooperation, let's skip the small talk and get straight to the point," Zhou Yang said.

"Fine!" Wei Changqing preferred this direct approach.

"Please tell me your hospital's monthly requirements for drug types and quantities, and I will do my best to coordinate," Zhou Yang said.

Wei Changqing pulled out a pre-printed sheet and handed it to Zhou Yang. "It's all here."

Zhao Ziying took the list and glanced at it, a look of disdain flashing across her eyes. The monthly demand was meager, and yet they were asking for a twenty percent discount. These were EPS's flagship products—they were always in short supply, and there was no reason to offer such a discount to a client this small.

"Dean Wei, a twenty percent discount on this volume is likely impossible," Zhao Ziying interjected. "Even our larger clients pay the standard wholesale price. These two products are our core offerings with high market demand, and our inventory isn't particularly abundant."

The implication was clear: with a volume this small, you want a discount? Are you joking? You'd be lucky if we even agreed to supply you at all.

Wei Changqing frowned. "Then what kind of volume would you require to provide full supply of these two drugs?"

"At least ten times the current amount!" Zhao Ziying stated. She had no intention of closing this deal today; since it wasn't her client, she felt free to say whatever she liked. Under normal circumstances, two or three times the volume would suffice for standard supply, and five times would warrant a twenty to thirty percent discount. By aiming high, she was deliberately shutting the door.

Wei Changqing’s brow furrowed tightly. "EPS certainly has high standards! Are we small clients not considered clients at all?"

Seeing that he was getting angry, Zhao Ziying remained unbothered, merely arching an eyebrow. She was dumping the problem on Zhou Yang to see how he would handle it.

Zhou Yang quickly stepped in. "Dean Wei, that’s not it. We treat all our clients equally, but it is a standard business practice for larger clients to enjoy better discounts."

Zhao Ziying added, "Therefore, we cannot meet your request at this time."

Wei Changqing’s expression darkened, his temper rising. Just then, someone knocked on the door. "Dean Wei, there’s a patient on bed thirteen with a severed leg artery. We've applied bandages, but the bleeding won't stop. Please come and take a look!"

"Understood!" Wei Changqing hurriedly put on his white coat and headed out.

"Wait," Zhou Yang said suddenly. "For an arterial wound in the leg, if Western medicine fails to stop the bleeding, combining it with Traditional Chinese Medicine techniques will yield much better results."

Wei Changqing paused and stood still.

Zhou Yang continued, "Use a bandage to tightly wrap the femoral and popliteal arteries, and apply pressure to the Weizhong, Xuehai, and Sanyinjiao acupoints. That will be effective."

What Zhou Yang described was the "Golden Scale" secret technique for stopping bleeding. Different acupoints and meridians were stimulated depending on the location of the arterial injury. The fact that Western medicine couldn't stop the bleeding didn't mean it was useless; it simply meant the intensity wasn't enough. Combined with the Golden Scale technique, it should be fine.

"You know Chinese medicine?" Wei Changqing asked.

"I do!"

Wei Changqing didn't say another word. He hurried away, entered the operating room, quickly disinfected, and reached the operating table. He checked the patient's condition and found it was exactly as described—the bleeding was unstoppable, the bandages were soaked, and the patient was already unconscious.

A look of deep dread crossed Wei Changqing's eyes. The person on the bed was none other than Qiao Youliang, a notorious local gang leader in Shencheng. He had clearly been ambushed and slashed.

Wei Changqing's hospital was, in reality, a sanctuary for these underworld figures. He had been involved in that world himself in his youth, but he had graduated from medical school and earned a reputation as a doctor. Later, he used the money from these connections to build this hospital, and in return, these figures provided protection.

Qiao Youliang was a very good friend of his and a prominent boss in the Shencheng nightlife scene. To be slashed in broad daylight meant someone was trying to take him out. If the bleeding couldn't be stopped, the situation was dire. The femoral artery was the thickest in the human body; without intervention, the patient would bleed out in minutes. He had already exhausted all standard methods.

Suddenly, Wei Changqing remembered Zhou Yang. It seemed he had no choice but to treat the situation like a desperate gamble.

"Go to my office and invite that young man here. Hurry!" he ordered the nurse.