A doctor who travels through two eras

Chapter 177 Lin Kucan's Great Wisdom

Seeing his mother so sad, Lin Sanqi thought that this was the final word, and he also burst into tears:
"Oh my god, I'm late. I didn't see my dad for the last time. I'm such an unfilial son~~~"

"My dad~~~"

"Your beloved little son is back, why are you missing~~~"

Seeing the mother and son of the Lin family hugging each other and crying, the neighbors who were watching the fun in the yard were helpless:

Hou Daya nudged Ma Dazhuang next to her and asked:

"Hey, what's going on? Judging from what the Lin family is saying, is Lin Laoguang really dead? Did he just die?"

Ma Dazhuang was also a little stunned, with a lot of questions in his mind:
"That's not right. Wasn't Lin Laoguang fine when he left this morning? We even said hello, how come he suddenly disappeared?"

Matchmaker Wang was also confused at this time

"I stayed in the courtyard all day today and didn't hear that the Lin family had a funeral. Why didn't they bring back Lin Laoguang's body? Neighbors, relatives, friends, and work units didn't come to pay their respects."

Bao Yansheng, the sitting gun, didn't care and said quickly:
"Maybe it's because the customs of the southerners are different. When someone dies, they don't hold a funeral. They just take him to the crematorium and that's it. That's why people in the south are snobbish. Jin Caifeng is really heartless."

Several northern neighbors agreed with this and nodded repeatedly:
"These southerners are really unrefined. In the north, we at least invite a few Taoist priests to chant sutras and pray for the soul to be reborn, and then have a banquet with tofu rice to send the person off in style. But the Lin family is so cold and deserted after someone died, just like a puppy died."

This is typical slum culture.

If you are lucky, you can get along with your neighbors in the same courtyard like family members. When there is anything going on at home, your neighbors will help you. That's like a family.

But there are also those who are unlucky, with a courtyard full of beasts, just like in the TV series "Love in the Courtyard", you scheme against me and I scheme against you, and I feel extremely uncomfortable when I see you living a good life.

The Gege Mansion is neither good nor bad.

If the Gege Mansion was full of employees of the Chinese Medicine Hospital, forming a unit and a compound, the atmosphere would be much better, after all, neighbors are all colleagues.

But the Gege Mansion is a mixed crowd, with people from all kinds of units, including Peking natives like old man Na Ming, so the interpersonal relationships are quite complicated.

The Lin family mother and son cried for a long time, and then Lin Sanqi asked:

"Mom, has my father been cremated? Are his ashes buried in the capital or taken back to his hometown?"

Jin Caifeng wiped her tears and suddenly burst out laughing:
"Your father is not dead. We are just pretending that your father is dead because we are afraid that something might happen to you in the epidemic area of ​​Qin County. We want to trick you back."

"what?!"

Lin Sanqi and the neighbors were all shocked when they heard this.

Lin Sanqi had some doubts to begin with, but when he heard that his father was not really dead, he immediately felt relieved.

When the neighbors heard this, they were all in tears and laughter:
The prince slapped his thigh and said, "Oh my god, I thought Lin Laoguang was a good person, how could he die so young? It turns out he is not dead."

Matchmaker Wang also patted her chest in shock and said, "I was scared to death. I hope you're okay."

Hou Daya looked disdainful: "Wow~~You Lin family members are good at playing, and you are not afraid of taboos! Well, there is no tofu to eat, let's go..."

Lin Sanqi was still a little worried, so he dropped his luggage and stood up:

"Mom, it's still early. I'm going to the hospital to check in and sign in with my boss."

Jin Caifeng nodded repeatedly:
"You little brat, do you know how anxious Dean Shen and Section Chief Kong are about you? If Dean Shen hadn't asked the old leader for help, you wouldn't have come back."

Lin Sanqi didn't know that there were so many stories behind this, and he was still a little touched. After all, someone cared about him all the time.

Since his father who died in 59 was not dead, Lin Sanqi felt relaxed. He carried a bag and walked towards the Chinese medicine hospital leisurely.

When we arrived at the hospital gate, Zhang Jingang, the head of the security department, was on patrol. When he saw Lin Sanqi coming back, his eyes lit up:
"Wow, you're finally back. If you hadn't come back, we would have sent someone to Guangqi to look for you."

Lin Sanqi smiled awkwardly and said, "Chief Zhang, you made us all worried. Come on, have some fruit. This is the local specialty I brought back from Guangqi."

Lin Sanqi took out two tangerines from his backpack and stuffed them into Section Chief Zhang's hand.

"Ah, Juzi, this is a good thing. Haha, thank you. Let's go. Your father and Dean Shen are waiting anxiously."

"Okay, see you later!"

Lin Sanqi walked towards the Chinese medicine hospital, and his colleagues greeted him all the way, and he also scattered oranges along the way.

This wave of actions earned Lin Sanqi great favor among his colleagues.

Don't underestimate a few oranges. In 59, it was extremely difficult for ordinary people to eat some fruit.

Especially the fruits in the south, they are rotting in the fields and cannot be sold.

But northerners have no chance to eat southern fruits, and the few fruits they have are carried back by human flesh, and they are high-end gifts for relatives and friends. The main reason is that the traffic bottleneck is too severe.

North-south transportation mainly relied on railways, but in 59 the only major north-south passages were the Beijing-Hankou Railway and the Guangdong-Hankou Railway, both of which were single-track.

Moreover, the route is disconnected after reaching Wuhan because there is no railway bridge across the Yangtze River, further exacerbating transportation difficulties.

It was not until the completion of the Wuhan Yangtze River Bridge in October 1957 that the railway from the capital to Huadu was renamed the "Beijing-Guangzhou Line" and the entire line was opened, but it is still a single line with limited capacity.

In addition, all trains are steam-powered, and their speed is only about 40 to 50 kilometers per hour. Train transportation also requires packaging, queuing, dispatching, and vehicle allocation before transportation can take place.

The fruits in the south would have already rotted after going through this process and could not be transported to the north at all.

Perhaps this is the main reason why eating "canned fruit" is popular in the north?
When we arrived at the treatment area, there was always a long line outside Dr. Lin Kucan’s office.

Lin Sanqi peeked into the office and saw his father taking the patient's pulse while his elder brother was copying a prescription.

Lin Sanqi felt relieved now, thinking that it would be better to lie to me than to have any accidents.

Lin Kucan caught a glimpse of his youngest son out of the corner of his eye, was slightly surprised, then smiled and pointed at his youngest son with his finger.

Lin Gancao's face lit up with joy. Just as he was about to stand up, he suddenly remembered something and just smiled and nodded at Lin Sanqi.

According to the rules of traditional Chinese medicine, one must never be distracted when a patient is present. Firstly, this is to respect the patient, and secondly, it is to avoid misdiagnosis or missed diagnosis, which may delay the patient's condition.

Judging from this detail, the Lin family’s education is actually quite strict and traditional, of course, it is more targeted at the eldest son.

Lin Sanqi also smiled and walked into the clinic. Because there were other patients being treated inside, he did not say anything. Instead, he took the water cups from his father and eldest brother and walked out.

When I came back, both water glasses were full, with a few slices of 50-year-old tangerine peel in them.

Lin Kushen paused for 10 minutes when he saw his youngest son coming back.

"Dad, big brother, come and have some tea, hehe."

Lin Sanqi thought he was going to be scolded, so he stood at attention and prepared to listen carefully.

As a result, Lin Kushen didn't mention the epidemic area at all. Instead, his eyes lit up when he smelled the tangerine peel tea:
"Well, good, this is the aroma of Xinhui dried tangerine peel, authentic. Let me smell it again, it's at least 50 years old, this is a treasure for us Dongguan people. It seems that you got a lot of good things in South China this time?"

When Lin Sanqi heard about the harvest, he was very proud:
"That's right. I've bought all the good stuff from the south. There's all kinds of seafood and fruits. I even brought back a lot of Pien Tze Huang. Dad, do you want to use it when you treat patients?"

Lin Kushen nodded repeatedly while drinking tangerine peel tea:
"Pian Zai Huang? This is a good thing. Our country lacks antibiotics, and Pien Zai Huang can replace them. It has a very good effect. Next time a patient needs it, I will introduce you to the business."

Lin Sanqi was a little surprised that his father spoke so bluntly:
"Ah, isn't this a mistake? This is buying drugs privately. If we catch you, will it be considered speculation and profiteering?"

Lin Kucan said indifferently:

"What kind of mistake is that? The hospital has no medicine, but the patients are not allowed to find a solution themselves? This is all for saving lives. The patients do have practical difficulties, so the higher authorities are turning a blind eye."

Lin Gancao also whispered beside him:
"A lot of drugs come in from Hong Kong every year. If it were any other country, they would be caught smuggling drugs, but as long as they are drugs, they will generally be released. After all, one more bottle of drugs can save one more life."

Lin Sanqi understood. This was just like the black market today.

As long as you don't go too far and don't sell large quantities of food or sensitive materials, the relevant departments will pretend not to see any minor incidents.

After all, in times of famine one must always leave some way for people to survive. Sometimes, being pushed into a corner can easily lead people to extremes.

"Dad, I've completed all the other tasks, but our little Western-style house is not coming back, and grandpa and grandma can't do anything about it."

Lin Kucan pointed at his eldest son next to him and said:
"This is not something we should worry about. Let your elder brother and Jiageng worry about it. If our children and grandchildren are capable, they can earn back a fortune. If they are incompetent, they will eventually eat up all the wealth they have."

Lin Sanqi disagreed: "Dad, you are too easy to talk to. If it were me..."

"What can you do if it's your turn? Hit someone? Can you beat those three? Swear at someone? Will it hurt or itch?"

"Well, it would be nice if I could just curse a few times to vent my anger."

“Haha, I guess you’ve gotten yourself mad to death before you even vent your anger, so why bother?

Besides, the small western-style building was built in the late Qing Dynasty and is old and will probably collapse after a few typhoons. As long as the title deed is in our hands, at worst we can just demolish the small western-style building and build a big one ourselves. Isn't it still ours?"

Oh~~~
Lin Sanqi understood again. It turned out that his father had the land deed in hand. He was confident and did not fight for the present but only for the future.

When the building collapses, the newly built house will still be yours. What is valuable is the land, not the house itself.

Lin Sanqi thought that his vision was still too narrow, and it turned out that old ginger is wise.

(End of this chapter)