Go back to the prosperous days and become a layman

Chapter 689 Chapter 688 Pheasant Responds to Disaster
March 3, the 10th day of the second lunar month, is Thursday. It is a good day to seek medical treatment or get treatment.

Tang Zhitong spent half a day doing his homework at school in the morning and gave a report at a nearby school in the afternoon.

Since the atmosphere of reports these days is mostly serious, Tang Zhitong's relaxed, friendly and even humorous style is very popular.

After the report, some brave female students even came up to the stage with a copy of the "Barefoot Doctor's Manual" to ask for an autograph, and took the opportunity to introduce themselves to Tang Zhitong.

Although he didn't get much money from this book, Tang Zhitong still felt like he was signing and selling books.

He could sign his name, but even if it was just a gesture of goodwill, Tang Zhitong would not accept any of it.

The girl expressed it very tactfully: she hoped that we could communicate through letters in the future, discuss medical issues together, and make progress together.

Tang Zhitong refused directly: I am not very talented and well-educated, and I have only achieved some results with the repeated encouragement of my lover. I am afraid I am not qualified to give guidance to others.

After saying this, it really became a signature...

After signing with the enthusiastic girls, Tang Zhitong wondered whether he should mention how Xiao Wang supported him in the compilation and invention of the Handbook when he gave a report in the future, so as not to hurt the face of the college girl.

Tang Zhitong packed up his things and did not return to the Post and Telecommunications College. Instead, he rode his bike to an empty and deserted place to practice his slingshot accuracy.

Yesterday I predicted that the pheasant would be in trouble today, so let it come true.

Tang Zhitong first drew a circle on the tree, stepped back more than ten meters, and pulled the slingshot several times to get familiar with the feel.

Tang Zhitong played with a slingshot when he was a child, but because he was not strong enough at the time, he could not pull the slingshot open, let alone hit a sparrow.

When I entered junior high school, I became stronger but myopic. At that time, there were only two kinds of lenses on the market: glass and resin.

Glass lenses are heavy and can break the bridge of your nose if worn for a day; resin lenses are light but not wear-resistant, so the lenses will often become worn after a month or two.

Due to various factors, Tang Zhitong ultimately failed to shoot down a sparrow, but he accurately hit the laundry basins of two neighbors.

At that time, many neighbors were washing clothes in their yards. Tang Zhitong was standing in his yard shooting sparrows. The bullet flew out, drew a parabola, jumped over the roof, and fell into the basin of the neighbor who was washing clothes. The neighbor was startled, so he came to the door...

After these two times, Tang Zhitong's career as a bird hunter was ruined. His slingshot was put into storage and his sword was turned into a plow.

No one expected that, as time goes by, it would be Tang Zhitong's turn to shoot pheasants with a slingshot.

Tang Zhitong tried several times, but his accuracy was still not very good, so he could only "shoot wherever you point", aim and aim!

First shoot the bullet out, then pull out a pheasant, straighten the pheasant's head, and let it feel the hardness of the bullet.

The pheasant maintained the same alert posture it had in the deep mountains and forests of Northeast China. After being pulled out, before it could adjust its posture, it was hit on the head.

"My head is buzzing!" If a pheasant could speak, it would probably describe its feelings at this moment like this.

Looking at the pheasant flapping its wings on the ground, Tang Zhitong trotted forward a few steps and encouraged the pheasant, which was rubbing its wings against the ground: "Come on, you can do it, stand up! Stand up and tell me about your experience, or write me an experience report."

"Ah! Ah!" The pheasant kicked its legs and flapped its wings, and the noises coming from its mouth seemed to be responding to Tang Zhitong's encouragement.

"What did you say? I don't understand. You can't stand a bullet made of mud? Do you have osteoporosis? You must not be picky about food in the future. You need to supplement more calcium. Look, you are in so much pain when I use a slingshot, how will you deal with others using guns?" Tang Zhitong was not in a hurry. Anyway, the pheasant could not escape from his palm. Listening to the monotonous call of the pheasant, he continued to tease.

That being said, if the pheasant could recover, Tang Zhitong would not really give it a chance to replenish calcium. He would just give it another bullet to send it off.

Perhaps the pheasant saw through Tang Zhitong's hypocrisy, it fluttered a few times and then lowered its head unwillingly.

"Ah, look at you, you are in such a state of suffering, I can't bear it anymore. Remember, in your next life, you should be reincarnated as a rabbit. You only need to hold your two paws and slam them against the wall, and you can immediately experience the pain-vanishing technique."

"I wouldn't tell it to ordinary people, but since you can help me today, I will be gentle with you today and cut you faster so that you don't feel pain."

"Oh, sorry, I forgot you couldn't feel it."

Tang Zhitong tied the pheasant's legs with a rope and hung it on the handlebars, muttering to himself as he worked.

When giving reports at the university, all the humor and wit were directed at others. At this moment, talking to himself while talking to the pheasant was the most relaxing time for Tang Zhitong.

Luo Qingquan lives in the west of the city, almost to Wukesong, not far from Wu Haiyang.

The distance from Tang Zhitong's Post and Telecommunications College to General Jie was almost the same as the distance from the college to his home, both about twelve or thirteen kilometers.

Mr. Xie has a code name called 301, which was changed in 57, but people nearby still call him by his code name more often.

When the country was just liberated, 301 was just an unknown small hospital with a small scale, insufficient number of doctors and nurses, and backward technology and equipment.

At that time, many leaders of the hospital here went to Peking Union Medical College for medical treatment. The technology and strength of Peking Union Medical College were unquestionable. It was also because of this that Peking Union Medical College was also the first choice for many foreigners to see a doctor.

This created some contradictions.

That’s why we later focused on developing 301.

301 is no longer what it used to be. He has his own dormitory here. Tang Zhitong reported his name, registered, and went straight upstairs.

"You're here pretty quickly. Come in." Hearing the knock on the door, Luo Qingquan came over personally to open the door for Tang Zhitong.

"Hello Uncle Luo, I'm sorry to bother you." Tang Zhitong was very polite. He walked in carrying a pheasant and spoke in a familiar manner.

"What's the trouble? What are you doing? It's not easy to make a little money. You have to learn how to live at such a young age. I'll take it away later." Luo Qingquan said sternly after seeing the pheasant in Tang Zhitong's hand. "Uncle Luo, it's not expensive. I caught it on the way here. I just happened to bring it to you to make soup. Feel it, it's still a little warm." Tang Zhitong was afraid that Luo Qingquan would not believe him, so he grabbed the pheasant's wings and lifted it up, and the pheasant's head drooped down. Anyone who has bled a chicken knows that if the chicken has been dead for a long time, its neck will also become stiff.

"What did you use to fight? Your skills are so good?" Luo Qingquan's face looked better now, but he still didn't quite believe it.

"Slingshot. I'm not bragging, I'm a pretty good shooter and I'm also good at fishing. Slingshot is just for fun. You can only hit the target two or three times out of ten." Tang Zhitong said half-truthfully.

"I didn't expect you to have this skill. Not bad, not bad." Although Luo Qingquan was a doctor, he had been baptized by blood on the battlefield and had no mysophobia at all. He grabbed the pheasant's neck and lifted it up. He found the fatal wound after touching it. The head was soft.

"Hey, it's okay, it's okay. My mother asked me to bring this can to you. You have to accept it, otherwise I won't be able to report back." Tang Zhitong loosened his hand and took out two boxes of canned meat from his bag.

The canned food was brought over by Wu Aijun and others during the Chinese New Year. Tang Zhitong went out this morning to ask Zhang Guifang for it, saying that he would go to the home of a leader who worked for Zhang Chengping after school today to have a visit.

When Zhang Guifang heard this, she took it out without hesitation.

There was no one who asked Tang Zhitong to bring it, but that didn't stop him from using this as a cover.

"Mr. Ye, you are too polite. Okay, since it's your mother who said so, I'll keep it." Luo Qingquan obviously misunderstood and thought it was Ye Zhijuan's idea.

Tang Zhitong smiled and didn't explain. If he explained, he might not accept it again. That would be good.

"I heard from Old Ye that you can cook? I'm home alone today, how about you clean up and we can have a drink together?" Luo Qingquan looked at the pheasant, then at Tang Zhitong, and suggested.

"Yes!" Tang Zhitong agreed in the Henan accent.

"You've learned it quite well. I was still very young when I left my hometown, and my accent has been mostly gone." Luo Qingquan heard a hint of familiarity in Tang Zhitong's tone and chuckled.

"I have a roommate from Henan Province. The security guard at the dormitory of my mother's unit found a lover from Henan Province. We deal with each other frequently, and over time, I learned a few words from him." Tang Zhitong first boiled some hot water, then hung up his bag, and then unbuttoned his shirt.

Luo Qingquan's place has heating. I don't know if it's the city's unified heating system or the company's own heating. There's a little burn in the room.

There is no such thing as adjusting the heating water temperature according to temperature changes these days. Good units just turn up the heat as high as they can, wishing to make the house as warm as a greenhouse.

"Are you hot? If you are, take off your outer clothes." Luo Qingquan suggested when he saw that Tang Zhitong had some sweat on his forehead.

"Okay." Tang Zhitong followed the advice and took off a piece of his clothes and hung it up. Although the north and south windows were open, the wind was not strong and effective convection could not be formed in the room.

"Your mother told me yesterday that you want to increase the survival rate of premature babies?" Luo Qingquan didn't ask too many specific questions after a brief conversation on the phone. Now that the person involved was right in front of him, he naturally wanted to know more.

"Yes. Jingwen went to the hospital and saw..." Tang Zhitong brought up Xiao Wang again and told him the whole story.

"It's a good idea. Are you sure?" Luo Qingquan supports anything that is beneficial to the people. Besides, this matter does not affect the normal operation of his hospital.

"After all, I have been influenced by you and have a rough idea of ​​what's going on. The main reason for the low survival rate of premature babies is the imperfect function of their own organs. So we can help them simulate the environment inside the mother's body, and with reasonable nutritional follow-up, I think this can work." Facing the medical expert, Tang Zhitong spoke in more detail.

"Oh? How do you simulate it? Tell me about it." Luo Qingquan was very interested. He himself had encountered cases of premature birth, but due to limited conditions, the baby did not survive.

"We just make a box and use technical means to keep the temperature inside the box almost constant. One or more sides of the box are made of glass, so the medical staff outside can see the child inside and make timely adjustments based on the child's condition." Tang Zhitong described the incubator to Luo Qingquan while speaking and gesturing.

"Your idea is good. When can it be done? I can't wait to see it." After hearing this, Luo Qingquan thought that this idea was feasible.

"Hehe, as soon as possible." Tang Zhitong wanted to make an incubator differently from the other things he had done before. Other things basically had to be prepared before they started growing, but the incubator was something he did on impulse without even a blueprint.

But it’s not a big problem. You can choose the incubator you want. The higher-end ones use high-tech, while the lower-end ones are purely handmade.

Incubators were invented in England in 1881. They did not have any electronic components and the temperature could only be adjusted by feel. A small oil lamp was used to heat the water, and the temperature of the water was used to keep the baby warm.

Before the advent of incubators, premature babies were always considered ominous in the civilized West. Parents were considered qualified as long as they did not throw their babies out, let alone try to save them.

In addition, European women at that time considered thinness to be beautiful and they wanted to strangle themselves with belly belts every day. It would be strange if the babies could be healthy.

"Are there any difficulties that need to be solved urgently?" Luo Qingquan took the initiative to speak when he saw that Tang Zhitong did not give a specific timetable.

"It should take some time to design and make the original model. During this time, I want to find out what the most comfortable temperatures are for premature babies in different months." This is the most core issue, which is related to the survival rate of premature babies. However, children are too young to express themselves, and adults can only guess, which increases the risk.

"Well, the obstetrics and gynecology hospital is indeed more professional. I'm thinking of transferring two doctors from here to work with you." Every profession has its own specialties. The current medical level of 301 is very high, but it is limited to certain departments. The obstetrics and gynecology department is indeed not as good as that of the obstetrics and gynecology hospital. Nearby residents who have the conditions are more willing to choose the obstetrics and gynecology hospital when they are about to give birth.

"Uncle Luo, I have a friend in the obstetrics and gynecology hospital. I thought that if we can work together, we can work more harmoniously." Tang Zhitong explained truthfully, speaking very directly and tactfully.

The direct way is to indicate that you already have a candidate, while the subtle way is to make it clear that you don’t want to work with someone you are not familiar with.

As a social animal who has been working in the cattle and horse market for many years, Tang Zhitong has seen many cases of blame-shifting. No matter what problems arise in a project, the first reaction of people at all links is not to remedy the situation, but to look for evidence that the responsibility is not theirs.

Tang Zhitong didn't want his team to fall behind. Besides, incubators are used on premature babies after all, and the temperature cannot be too high or too low.

If too many accidents occur during clinical applications and the survival rate is lower than not putting the patient into the incubator, then it is not saving lives but murder.

I'm afraid that the hospital will then pass the buck, saying that the incubator is of poor quality, the temperature adjustment is slow, the temperature is too high and can't be lowered, etc.

This was not what Tang Zhitong wanted, so he nipped this trend in the bud at the beginning. After all, it was a matter of life and death.

"Okay, then I'll do as you say. If there's anything I can do, just tell me." Luo Qingquan understood and didn't intend to continue to push people around. He pointed at the kettle with steam rising from it and said, "The water is boiling. You can clean up the pheasant first. We can eat and talk at the same time."

(End of this chapter)