Go back to the prosperous days and become a layman

Chapter 717 Chapter 716 Return of the "King"

Mr. Tang said it well: the gentry donated first, and the common people donated later. After the matter was completed, the gentry's money was returned in full, and the common people's money was divided into 30% and 70%.

The current administration is clean and honest, so it is certainly not to this extent, but there must be a price behind every transaction, especially when it comes to distributing benefits, there will definitely be people who benefit and people who suffer.

As a member of the beneficiary group, Tang Zhitong cannot disclose this matter, otherwise he will not be able to work in the unit in the future.

While Tang Zhitong was at work, Wang Bo was already packing up his things, preparing to "graduate" from the Peking University First Affiliated Hospital.

After studying here for a month or so, Wang Bo's medical skills have improved greatly, it is no exaggeration to say that it is a qualitative leap. He is best at debridement and suturing, and he has also dabbled in treatments like appendicitis, hernia, hemorrhoids, circumcision, delivery, episiotomy, and IUD insertion.

He would observe all surgeries first, then practice on animals, and finally consider himself experienced after performing one or two surgeries under the guidance of his teacher.

However, the number of small animals in the First Affiliated Hospital of Peking University was limited, and he certainly couldn't be allowed to use them as he pleased, so he gritted his teeth and spent money to buy some rubber to make a secondary slingshot.

From then on, Wang Bo started his journey of bird hunting at Peking University Health Science Center. He did not dislike any bird, including magpies, pigeons, crows, and turtledoves. He would shoot whatever he could find and use the birds as practice after catching one.

Sometimes when he couldn’t catch any birds, Wang Bo would even look for rat holes. After pouring two buckets of water into the holes, the rats would come out.

Originally, regular medical students looked down on Wang Bo, a country bumpkin who joined the class halfway, but his enthusiasm eventually won the respect of many students.

Wang Bo was especially generous. He not only used the birds he caught himself, but also allowed other students to practice with them as long as they asked for them.

After practicing, all the birds went into the students' stomachs.

As for the mice, Xie Jingbumin, a classmate of Peking University Health Science Center, became Wang Bo's exclusive experimental subject. At this time, the number of sutures on the mice was more than that on the scarred dolls.

As time went by, Wang Bo's relationship with these classmates became more and more harmonious.

In addition, Wang Bo also focused on learning about fracture and dislocation reduction and traction. This type of fracture and dislocation is the most common in rural areas, especially among boys, who are very naughty and often get broken arms and legs.

The disease could not be cured in the village and the family had no money to go to a big hospital, so he could only remain disabled.

There is such a person in Wang Bo’s village, so he is particularly attentive when learning knowledge in this area.

After packing his bags, Wang Bo said goodbye to his roommates.

"Wang Bo, go back and work hard. Maybe we can meet here again one day in the future." The classmates encouraged him with nice words.

"Okay, if that day really comes, I'll treat you all to a drink. Take care, everyone." Although Wang Bo did not graduate from a regular school, he was looking forward to such a day. After saying that, he carried his bedding, waved to his roommates, and went to the office.

Although the substitute teacher was a bit harsh in his words, he always took Wang Bo with him to every surgery and never missed a single one.

Wang Bo has been here for more than a month and has learned from his classmates how rare this situation is. Although he doesn't know what price his aunt and uncle-in-law paid for it and he has nothing to leave for the teacher as a thank you, he still wants to bow.

"Go back and serve the people well, then my teaching you will not be in vain." The substitute teacher accepted Wang Bo's bow, helped him up, picked up a package that had been prepared long ago from the table, and stuffed it into Wang Bo's hand: "I see your efforts. As a teacher and student, I don't have much to give you. Take this set of surgical instruments."

"Teacher, I am very grateful that you taught me medical skills. I cannot accept these." Wang Bo held the package in his hand and treated it as a treasure. He knew how expensive surgical instruments were, and was about to put them back on the table.

"As doctors, our responsibility is to relieve patients' pain and save their lives. Surgical instruments are to doctors what sickles are to farmers. How can you harvest without a sickle? How can you perform surgery without surgical instruments? Listen to me, take it." The substitute teacher pushed the package back without giving any explanation.

"Teacher... I..." Wang Bo's eyes were filled with tears at this moment. Drops of tears fell on the package, making halos.

"Okay, let's go. I have a class later." The substitute teacher patted Wang Bo on the shoulder and sent him to the door.

After Wang Bo took two steps, he turned around and bowed to the substitute teacher before going downstairs and walking towards Yaer Hutong.

At this time, no one was at Wang Huiru's house.

Wang Bo did not despise him. He hid the surgical instruments in the bedding and asked a neighbor to look after them. He then went out again with the slingshot in his pocket.

Wang Bo came to his aunt's house several times empty-handed. He wanted to take advantage of this free time to catch some birds and add a dish to his aunt's house.

Although Wang Bo was a rural child, he also had a cunning side. In order to shoot birds, he ran several blocks away.

Whether the slingshot hit a tile, a pottery basin, or a child's head, it would inevitably cause a quarrel. He planned to run away if he encountered such a situation. No one knew him anyway, and as long as he ran fast enough, he could leave the scolding behind him in the wind...

The first person to return home from the Yan family was Yan Ning. As soon as she got home, she saw Wang Bo squatting at the door of her house with bedding in his arms.

"Brother, when did you come?" Yan Ning was a little surprised. She took out the key that was hanging around her neck like a necklace from her chest and asked while opening the door.

"I just arrived a while ago. Are you out of school?" Wang Bo stood up, bent over, holding the package, waiting for Yan Ning to open the door.

"Well, come in and sit down." Yan Ning acted like a little adult. When he entered the door, he poured water for Wang Bo first: "Brother, drink some water."

"Come, boil a pot of hot water. Let's eat meat today." Wang Bo first put his bedding on the stool, and then took out a turtledove from his clothes.

In order to avoid being seen by his neighbors, he deliberately hid it inside his clothes.

"Ah! Turtledove!" Yan Ning felt like she was seeing meat when she saw the turtledove, and she loved it more than she did when she saw Wang Bo.

While the two little brothers were enjoying the turtledoves, Wang Huiru picked up her youngest son from kindergarten and brought him home.

"Mom, Brother Xiaobo shot a turtledove!" Yan Ning immediately announced the good news when she saw her mother.

"Xiaobo is here? Are you graduating?" Wang Bo's study opportunity was found by Yan Xiongfei. He told his request, but was only given an approximate study time, and was not told when he could graduate. "Well, the teacher said this morning that I could graduate, so I packed up in the afternoon." Wang Bo stopped what he was doing and replied with a smile.

"Your uncle asked around a while ago, and the hospital said you're doing well in school and working very hard. Great, very good, now you'll be more confident when you go back, right?" Wang Huiru let go of her youngest son's hand, put down her bag, and asked.

"Well, we should be able to perform common minor operations, but the sanitary conditions in the team are a bit up to par." Wang Bo recalled his learning experience in recent times, which was quite difficult.

The scene of seeing blood was secondary. As a young man, I not only had to observe the delivery, but also had to learn it by hand. I did feel a little hurdle in my heart at that time, but after being scolded by the teacher, the hurdle was gone.

"Try to get to the hospital as much as possible. Don't force it. Your uncle sometimes talks about the past. In many cases, field hospitals performed surgeries and rescue operations in ordinary people's homes. The conditions were worse back then, but they still managed, didn't they?" Wang Huiru did not agree with her nephew's concerns. The conditions at Peking University Health Science Center are good, but the surgery should not be delayed just because the commune does not have such conditions.

"I understand, aunt." Wang Bo nodded. He knew that the hardware conditions could not be met, so he could only pay more attention during the operation and try not to cause infection.

"Well, your study this time is not government-sponsored, and you don't have any certificates or anything. You must be more careful and cautious when you encounter surgery. Surgery has risks, so you must communicate well with the family members before the operation." Wang Huiru is a doctor herself, and has seen many unsympathetic family members, so she gave instructions.

"Okay, aunt." Wang Bo was no longer the young man who had just graduated from the training class. He had worked in the team for two months. Looking back, he did not agree with what his aunt said, but he still listened respectfully.

Only when he really went to the countryside to treat farmers did Wang Bo deeply understand what it meant to have to bear minor illnesses and to lie down for serious illnesses.

Since there were no doctors and no money to see a doctor, minor illnesses were treated with folk remedies, and serious illnesses made it impossible to move and had to lie in bed. If they could recover, they would get up, and if they couldn't, they would be buried.

During the days when he was treating fellow villagers, some people even called himself a "living Bodhisattva."

When I first started treating the villagers, I would follow what my aunt had said and tell the patients in detail about the various possible deteriorations that might occur. However, the patients not only did not understand, but instead felt that their illness could not be cured and that they had to go back and prepare for their funeral.

After experiencing this kind of thing three or five times, Wang Bo no longer said anything. Instead, he downplayed the illness and told the patient: It's not a serious illness and it will be cured in three to five days.

In this way, patients will have more confidence and the effect will be better.

Occasionally, there would be patients who were terminally ill and could not be cured. Whenever this happened, the patient’s family would speak up for Wang Bo: This is the Bodhisattva fighting with the King of Hell for the person, and they can’t win against the King of Hell. There’s nothing they can do, it’s all fate.

This is the general perception in the village. How do we explain the risks to the family members?

"Today you squeeze in with Ningning and stay overnight, and tomorrow you will go to the hospital with me. When you return from your studies, I will get you a set of surgical instruments." Wang Huiru thought that her nephew had made great achievements in his studies, and had long planned to buy him a set. She had already negotiated with her colleagues at work and bought the equipment, but she was afraid that the child would touch it after buying it, so she never brought it home.

"Aunt, no need. My teacher gave me a set when I left this afternoon." Wang Bo waved his hands repeatedly after hearing this, fearing that his aunt would spend more money.

"Oh? The teacher gave it to you?" Wang Huiru was very surprised. There were people selling knives and guns on the market, but there were no people selling surgical instruments.

"Yes. It's wrapped in the quilt. Let me show it to you." Wang Bo washed his hands, wiped them roughly on his lapel, and carefully took out the package containing the scalpel from his quilt.

"Not bad, it's quite complete. You are a thoughtful teacher. Then I won't get it for you anymore. If your set is lost or damaged, come back to me for more." Wang Huiru looked at the surgical instruments, wrapped them up, and put them back.

Wang Huiru felt that she had already bought it and could not return it, but she had to thank her nephew, the teacher, later.

However, this was all Wang Huiru's own plan and she did not tell her nephew.

When Yan Xiongfei came back, the dishes were not ready yet. He took out a bottle of wine and chatted with Wang Bo: "Don't leave today, let's have a drink together."

"Well, thank you, uncle." This kind of opportunity for further study is rare. Wang Bo heard what his aunt said and knew that it must be his uncle who asked this question, so he came up and thanked him sincerely.

"We are all family, no need to be polite." Yan Xiongfei was stunned for a moment, then he reacted.

"Hehe." Wang Bo smiled shyly. He was not a good talker to begin with, and now he didn't know what to say.

"You haven't been home for a while, have you?" Yan Xiongfei didn't let the situation cool down and took the initiative to ask.

"Well, the surgery scheduled by the teacher is quite tight. I am afraid of delaying my studies, so I have been in the hospital the whole time."

"Yes, I have heard that. One should have a learning attitude when studying. When you go back this time, in addition to treating the villagers, you must also pay attention to their diet.

It’s spring now, and the wild vegetables in the fields have grown. We usually eat vegetables instead of grain, and we save as much grain as possible.”

Due to the nature of his work, Yan Xiongfei deals a lot with colleagues from other places. Since the second half of last year, the allocation of materials has become increasingly difficult.

The people in Sijiu City wanted more, but the production areas kept saying they couldn't produce enough. As for why, it must be because hunger had caused a decline in production enthusiasm.

Seeing that more and more places were crying out for hunger, and it hadn't rained in the city for a while, Yan Xiongfei didn't think this place could survive this.

"Well, I'll dig wild vegetables when I have time after I go back." Wang Bo nodded in agreement. Once he returned to his hometown, he would have to face the rations issued by the team every day. It was definitely not enough to eat, so he could only find ways to save money.

"If the commune's inspection is strict and it's inconvenient to store grain at home, just bring it here and store it. Your aunt and I will definitely not touch it. Wait until the winter when there's a shortage of food, and then you can take it back little by little." Yan Xiongfei spoke frankly and almost smashed the window.

While colleagues from other places were complaining about the situation in their local area, they also talked about the lightest situation. A reduction in the ration was the least severe. Many villages even collected too much grain, and the farmers had no choice but to eat the seeds. This was one of the reasons why Yan Xiongfei judged that the city would not be able to survive this year.

"Okay, our whole family trusts uncle and aunt." Wang Bo didn't think at all that Yan Xiongfei was coveting his family's food. He even wondered in his heart if his uncle had heard any news.

"Go back to the team and work hard. I've asked around and found out that you're the only one in your group who can perform surgery independently. It's only a matter of time before you become successful. By then, it shouldn't be a problem for you to become a doctor in the commune hospital. Then you can get rationed medicine."

Yan Xiongfei was very pleased and felt that the path he had chosen for Wang Bo was the right one. The profession of doctor would definitely not be suppressed by personal relationships in the local area, because the medical level of the commune was very poor and patients would cry out for medical support every once in a while.

"Hehe." Facing his uncle's prospect, Wang Bo was also looking forward to it. Only half a day after graduation, he began to miss the days of studying at Peking University Health Science Center. Although he couldn't eat enough there, every meal was food, which was much better than at home.

(End of this chapter)