Siheyuan: The prosperous era starting from being a doctor

Chapter 408: The gratitude of the Western medical community and you are amazing

Wang Mengde was naturally very happy that his master introduced him to some connections.

You have to know that Mr. Pu has been practicing medicine for decades and has a wide circle of friends. Moreover, he was personally invited to the capital by his superiors and knows countless powerful people.

Although he rose quickly, it took him more than ten years to become the vice president of the Chinese Academy of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

But when it comes to personal connections, there is still a lot of room for improvement.

Wang Mengde is usually very busy with his work, and he devotes all his attention to the research institute. Most of the people he knows are patients.

If they are in the same industry, they are basically of the same generation, and at most they are slightly older than him.

As for the older generation, he didn't have much contact with them.

But Mr. Pu is different. He is very familiar with people of the same age as him, whether they are alive or dead.

After decades of living together, the relationship between them is extraordinary.

This is a question of background.

prior to.

Mr. Pu also took him to interact with many people, but those were always when there were important matters, and they were either having medical exchanges or having consultations together.

After finishing work, there is not much time to chat.

Now, Mr. Pu is going to hand over all the personal connections he has built up over decades to him, which also means he is retiring completely.

At the Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine, although he still holds the title of vice president, he is no longer in charge of the institute's affairs.

On weekdays, he either guides students in research or sees patients in the internal medicine clinic of Guang'anmen Hospital.

He used the rest of his time to perfect the medical book he had written previously.

"Thank you, sir."

Wang Mengde said with gratitude.

The old man in front of him with white hair and beard and a frail appearance is his benefactor.

If it weren't for the fact that more than ten years ago, someone had a keen eye for talent and transferred him from the steel rolling mill workers' hospital to the Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine and personally taught him.

There's no way he could grow up so fast.

Even if he has a system, he will come to the fore sooner or later, but in terms of time, it will definitely be several years later than now.

You know, these few years have had a huge impact on him.

Many times, if you are one step late, the situation will be different.

For example, the Traditional Chinese Medicine "Trust". If it had been delayed by one or two years, this plan might have been stillborn just like in the previous life.

As for the invention of the hepatitis B vaccine, it would have been invented by foreign scientists a few years later.

There are countless examples of this kind.

Many of his achievements were ahead of those of other foreign medical scientists.

"Haha, you are my successor.

Come to think of it, I am still benefiting from you.

The greater your achievements in the future, the greater my reputation will be.

When you become a great master of traditional Chinese medicine who has never been seen before or since, I will also be famous for eternity."

Pu Lao twirled his beard and laughed, saying with a somewhat smug look on his face.

As this disciple's achievements grew, his old friends became more and more jealous.

Every time we meet, I would say a few words of envy and jealousy.

This made him very happy.

Simultaneously.

What I just said was from my heart.

Every person who is famous in history can establish a relationship with him, especially a teacher like him who is at the level of a mentor, and will leave a deep mark in history.

Thinking of the envious and jealous expression of his old friend, and the fact that his name would be passed down through the ages, Pu Lao couldn't help but laugh.

The two chatted for a while.

Just as Wang Mengde was about to get up and go back, Pu Lao suddenly said:
"Oh, I almost forgot. Someone wants to meet you and thank you in person."

"Who is it, sir?"

Wang Mengde said curiously.

It shouldn't be his patient. Logically, if it was a patient he treated, he would thank him in person, not through Mr. Pu.

As for the rest, he couldn't remember.

"It's Lao Fan, a Western doctor."

Pu Lao said softly:

"He called me today and beat around the bush, saying a lot of nonsense before getting to the point.

That means I want to meet you, talk to you more, and thank you by the way."

Mr. Fan is a highly respected senior in the field of Western medicine in China. He is almost sixty years old this year.

I studied abroad when I was young, and after graduation, I resolutely gave up the excellent job and generous treatment abroad and returned to China.

While practicing medicine, he also recruited disciples.

At the same time, based on China's national conditions, we have developed a number of Western medical treatment methods with Chinese characteristics.

Most importantly, he insisted on imitating foreign special-effect medicines. After unremitting efforts and research, he imitated dozens of Western medicines, filling the gap in the country.

Before that, Wang Mengde attended a meeting and gave a lecture at the meeting.

The Western medical concepts and medical knowledge involved were heard by Mr. Fan who happened to be present. He never forgot Wang Mengde and wanted him to switch to studying Western medicine from time to time.

Because of this, Dean Lu and he would quarrel whenever they met.

later.

Seeing that things were not going well, he changed his strategy and invited Wang Mengde to give lectures many times to impart some Western medical knowledge and concepts.

Because Mr. Fan and Mr. Pu had a friendship when they were young, they were embarrassed to do so.

Wang Mengde went there several times, and every time he went there, there were hundreds of Western medicine experts and up-and-coming people listening carefully in the audience.

He did not hide his knowledge either. He held a teacup, started casually, and then began to lecture nonstop.

This lecture will last half a day.

Those people were so enchanted by what they heard that if they were not hungry, they would not have wanted to leave.

"Sir, I haven't seen Mr. Fan for a long time. What did he thank me for?"

Wang Mengde asked curiously.

He hasn't given lectures there for a long time since the number of foreign patients surged.

We haven't had any interaction recently, and I haven't done anything beneficial to Western medicine, so I was a little puzzled as to why Mr. Fan wanted to thank me.

"It's still your 'Human Genome Project'. I don't know where Lao Fan got the information from.

Early this morning, he called me in a hurry.

Finally, he said he wanted to thank you, saying that once this plan was implemented, it would be of great help to Western medicine.

In order to thank you for your selfless dedication and for giving up your prejudice, I want to say a few words of gratitude to you in person. "

Pu Lao explained with a smile.

Today on the phone, Lao Fan spoke softly for the first time. Just to get his help, he said a few nice words to Wang Mengde and arranged for the two men to meet.

"Sir, I may be short of time lately."

After hearing this, Wang Mengde looked embarrassed.

In addition to his work at the Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine and Guang'anmen Hospital, he also had to take time out to go to the Beijing Gene Research Institute and work overtime with a group of people to improve the plan.

Although he estimated that because the plan was too large, the higher-ups would definitely conduct multiple evaluations and it would not be approved too quickly.

But he also needs to make preparations in advance to avoid being in a rush and affecting the implementation of the plan.

“Not on weekdays.

So, if you have nothing to do on the weekend, you can go to my house and have lunch there. I will also invite Lao Fan to come with you, and we can chat while eating. He is also my friend, and there will always be times when you can use each other.

Of course, if you have other things to do, I will find another time for you two to sit together."

Pu Lao thought for a moment and then spoke.

In fact, Mr. Fan was also among the people he wanted to introduce.

This is a good opportunity for both parties to get to know each other better.

Wang Mengde pondered for a moment and agreed.

He didn't have anything to do over the weekend, so it would be nice to meet Mr. Fan.

Soon, it was Sunday.

morning.

Just as Ran Xiaomei finished cooking, Qin Jingru walked into the central courtyard, sweating profusely. She was carrying a package on her back and a large bamboo basket in her hands.

It happened that Jia Zhang was washing by the pool in the middle courtyard, so she asked curiously:

"Jingru, why are you here again?"

"Auntie, Sister Shengnan is pregnant and wants to eat some fresh vegetables. I'll send her some vegetables grown in my own vegetable garden and some dried beans."

Qin Jingru said with a reserved expression on her face.

She now looks down on the Jia family.

If we weren't relatives, I wouldn't bother with each other.

Hearing that the little girl in front of her brought dried beans, Jia Zhang's eyes lit up, and she quickly said with a smile:
"Jingru, your aunt also likes to eat dried beans. Can you give me a handful? I'll try it as a dish for lunch."

The reason why she dared to ask for it directly was because the two families were relatives.

But what she didn't expect was that Qin Jingru frowned and directly refused:

"No, that won't work, this is for my sister-in-law Shengnan to eat.

You are so old, you have tasted all kinds of delicious food, so don't compete with young people for food."

Having said that, he turned around and walked towards Wang Mengde's house.

Only Jia Zhang was left standing there, very angry, her cheeks puffed up and her triangular eyes erect.

In other words, she knew that Wang Mengde's family was not easy to mess with, otherwise she would have found an excuse to fight with Qin Jingru.

She was so angry that she didn't even bother to wash up and returned home angrily.

Seeing his daughter-in-law busy at work, he said:

"Huai Ru, your cousin, Qin Jing Ru, really doesn't know how to respect the elderly."

Qin Huairu put the bowl of porridge on the dining table, feeling a little surprised that her cousin had offended her mother-in-law again.

After figuring out the whole story, he said with a smile:

"Mom, you still ask her for things, but I can't get them.

She has been stingy since she was a child. Although she may seem silly on the surface, she is actually very smart. "

Wang Mengde's home.

Qin Jingru put the bamboo basket away, put the package from her back on the stool, and then carefully untied it:

"Sister-in-law, these are dried beans. There are more than ten pounds in total. Grandma brought them all over after drying them.

There are also a dozen tender corn cobs and a few pounds of green beans here. Grandma deliberately planted them a few days later, so now is the perfect time to peel them and eat them as vegetables.

The leeks, cucumbers, and greens were all picked early in the morning and are still fresh. ”

Looking at the package and the things in the basket, He Shengnan was immediately moved.

She thanked him quietly:
"Oh, I'm sorry to have troubled grandma, and thank you for your hard work, Jingru.

Go wash your hands and have dinner. After dinner, we will use the sewing machine to make clothes for the child. "

As she said that, she urged Qin Jingru to wash her hands and sit down.

"It's not hard, it's not hard. In another month, Meng Qi and I will go to the nearby mountains to pick mushrooms, dry them and send them to you."

Qin Jingru washed her hands, then sat down at the dining table without hesitation to prepare for dinner.

Knowing that she was coming, Ran Xiaomei specially made some mutton buns.

After breakfast.

Wang Mengde packed some dried beans, a few tender corn cobs and two pounds of green beans, then rode his bicycle to Pu's home.

Because the research institute and Guang'anmen Hospital distribute supplies every now and then.

Every employee in the unit has enough supplies at home, including chicken, fish, meat, eggs, and various nutritional supplements.

Not to mention Mr. Pu. As a special talent, he will have special supply channels and a special department that sends supplies to his home on a regular basis.

So, he didn't take anything else, but just took some rare items that Qin Jingru brought.

Not to mention dried beans, although they are available in cities, there are not many.

Tender corn cobs and large green beans are very rare.

There was not enough food in that day and age, and generally no one would peel unripe corn cobs and soybeans.

Otherwise, people will accuse you of wasting food.

If the small leaders of the production team or the commune saw it, it would be even more serious. They would definitely be criticized and used as negative examples every year.

That is, He Shengnan was pregnant, and the family had no shortage of food.

Only then would Wang Tian be willing to break off a dozen tender corn cobs and peel several pounds of green beans and send them over.

It didn't take long.

The courtyard of Pu Lao’s home.

Just as Wang Mengde was about to knock on the door, he saw his senior brother open the door from the inside.

"Meng De is here, come in quickly, have you eaten?"

"Brother, I've already had breakfast at home."

"Okay, just tie the bicycle to the wall. Mr. Fan hasn't arrived yet, so go sit in the living room and have some tea."

When I entered the living room, I saw Mr. Pu making tea.

“Meng De is here, why is he still carrying things? We have everything we need at home.

Sit down first. This is the best tea my superiors gave me. There are only about ten kilograms of it in the country each year. They gave me two taels to taste.”

"Sir, I'll have to taste it carefully then."

Wang Mengde said happily.

Since he came to this era, he no longer likes smoking and only drinks occasionally.

I have a special liking for tea.

When he was providing health care to senior leaders, he would also receive some fine products as gifts, and Mr. Pu and President Lu would also sometimes give him some.

But those are just fine products, and they still can’t compare to the taste of the best tea.

"Oh, these are some local specialties, dried beans, tender corn cobs, and green beans. They were all sent by my grandma."

As he said that, he handed the bag to his senior brother.

When he heard that it was these things, Pu Lao smiled and nodded.

To be honest, he really wanted to taste these local specialties.

Since Mr. Fan had not arrived yet, the three of them chatted casually in the living room.

Of course, the topic is bound to be related to medicine.

Even though Mr. Pu always says that his son is not talented enough, he is still a well-known doctor in a medium-sized hospital in the capital.

After I finished a cup of tea, Mr. Fan finally arrived.

As soon as he entered the door, he did not greet Pu Lao, but directly held Wang Mengde's hand and did not let go, and said excitedly:

"Comrade Wang Mengde, thank you very much, you are amazing."

(End of this chapter)