my time as a director

In a major meeting that just ended, the Eighth Amendment to the Criminal Law of the People's Republic of China was passed!

The revision of the criminal law this time involves a place that is closely related to I am not the god of medicine.

The crime of producing and selling counterfeit medicines has changed from a dangerous crime model to a behavioral crime model.

The original sentencing standard for selling counterfeit drugs is serious harm to human health. In the newly revised article, as long as it is defined as counterfeit drugs, it is illegal regardless of whether it is harmful to the human body.

In other words, Cheng Yong did not commit the crime of selling counterfeit medicines at that timeline in 2002, because it would not cause harm to the human body, but committed the crime of smuggling.

According to the new article, while smuggling, it also constitutes the crime of selling counterfeit medicines.

This change has increased the crackdown on counterfeit medicines, which is a good thing. After all, there are various counterfeit medicines that are harmless to the human body.

However, it also means that patients across the country who purchase Gleevec generic drugs from India are committing crimes.

It is not uncommon in China to buy generic drugs on behalf of others. There are dozens if not dozens of people in this business.

Since then, it is a crime to purchase and sell unapproved Indo generic drugs. It is estimated that it will become more and more difficult to get cheap generic drugs.

This is what Li Qian expected, the last straw, it should be considered.

PS: The modification of this article is learned from the class of the law professor Mr. Luo Xiang. If there is something wrong, you can point it out in this chapter, thank you.

Chapter 330 Medical reform, medical insurance!

Shanghai, one of the most prosperous cities in China, is also a top metropolis in the world, where you can feel what it feels like to be at the forefront of the world.

Aozhou Daily once published: "In Pudong, you can even feel the silver flowing on the streets."

However, this modern metropolis also has a less glamorous side.

In the depths of an old street in Shanghai, there is a dilapidated three-story factory building, and people nearby avoid it.

This abandoned factory building has never been demolished. A few years ago, a group of leukemia patients moved here and settled in the factory building.

Cheap, it's hard to find a cheaper place to stay in Shanghai.

The people who live here have no money, some people say they have no money and go to big cities, they deserve it!

But they must stay in big cities, which have big hospitals and the most powerful doctors in the country, which can extend their lives to the maximum extent.

On this day, Li Zhenguo came back from the hospital with his six-year-old son in his arms, got off the bus, and walked along the old street to the factory building.

When he was about to get home, he ran into a few neighbors, let's call them neighbors.

However, when they saw Li Zhenguo holding the child, they subconsciously moved away a little bit. One of them even coughed twice, covered his nose in fright, and walked away quickly.

In this situation, Li Zhenguo didn't have any surprises or unhappiness. He moved here for more than half a year, and he has long been used to it.

Even, if the neighbor really has a cold, he will send a clean mask to carry with him.

Not only was Li Zhenguo not unhappy today, but he was also full of joy along the way, because his son was saved.

More than half a month ago, a young patient played a movie called I am not the God of Medicine on his mobile phone for them to watch. He and his fellow patients looked at it very seriously.

Crying too, everyone was crying.

It is also from the movie that they know that there is a generic drug from India. Although many people from all over the country are purchasing generic drugs, not everyone knows about it.

After watching the movie, they elected a person to go to India to buy imitation Gleevec for them. He used to run a small shop. His wife had leukemia, so she left her hometown and brought her to Shanghai to see a doctor.

They don't expect 500 yuan a bottle, even 5000 yuan is enough, at least they have hope.

Just as he was thinking that his son would be able to take cheap medicine and be saved, the child on Li Zhenguo's back suddenly pointed to a canteen next to him and whispered, "Dad, I want to eat popsicles."

Looking back and meeting his son's eyes full of hope, Li Zhenguo felt a pain in his heart, turned and walked into the canteen, ignored the boss's strange eyes, and bought a popsicle and an ice cream.

With cheap medicine, I can take a breather and occasionally sell some snacks for my children.

Walking briskly towards the house, feeling the popsicle in his son's hand touching his neck from time to time, the cold touch made his heart feel hot.

"Father." The son behind broke the popsicle forcefully, and handed half of it to Li Zhenguo's mouth.

"Xiaobao, you can eat. From now on, Dad will sell it to you every day."

Hearing this, Xiaobao's eyes were full of light.

When Li Zhenguo returned to the factory building, he found many people crowded on the first floor.

"Uncle Li, come and watch the movie, this time it's in high definition." A young man waved to Li Zhenguo.

Walking in, they were staring at a smartphone, which was playing their "I'm Not the God of Medicine" half a month ago, but this time it was much clearer, and there were already high-definition pirated versions on the Internet.

"Xiao Xu, it's much clearer this time." With a sigh, Li Zhenguo and his son joined the movie-watching ranks.

"Uncle Li, now is the age of science and technology, and this disease will be cured sooner or later." Xiao Xu smiled. Compared with most patients, he is more cheerful and sunny. When he changes clothes and stops in the school, he looks as good as the contemporary Flappy college students alike.

Li Zhenguo nodded, "When you are cured, you have to go back to university, and you will be successful in studying."

Xiao Xu showed his white teeth and smiled brightly, "I'm going to study medicine."

After exchanging pleasantries, they also stared intently at the second-hand smart phone of an unknown brand in front of them.

When Li Zhenguo came, he had already put it on for half an hour, and the hour and a half passed quickly. Just like the first time, they cried together again.

Xiao Xu said loudly to everyone, "Everyone, don't be sad. Uncle Zhou has already gone abroad. He will come back with cheap generic drugs in a short time."

These words made everyone feel much better. Many people rarely showed sincere smiles. Obviously they trusted Lao Zhou very much. Whether it was ability or character, the key was that he could speak a few English words.

"Old Zhou is back!"

Suddenly someone yelled, and everyone turned their heads quickly. A middle-aged man in his forties walked slowly towards this side, and Hula surrounded him.

"Old Zhou, how are you?"

"Old Zhou, when will we be able to go to India, we all depend on you."

"Uncle Zhou, is the channel ready?"

"Old Zhou..."

Facing the chattering crowd, Lao Zhou looked into pairs of hopeful eyes and opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

The patients have low self-esteem and are sensitive at the same time, and they discovered what happened to Lao Zhou in an instant.

Li Zhenguo laughed and patted Lao Zhou on the shoulder, "It's still a secret, hurry up and tell everyone the good news, everyone is waiting for you."

However, the people around him clearly noticed that Li Zhenguo's laughter was a little frightened, and his hands that patted Lao Zhou were visibly trembling.