A doctor who travels through two eras

New Year's Eve 1960

This year's New Year's Eve was not lively at all. There was basically no sound of firecrackers. Only the loudspeakers at the entrance of the alley were playing revolutionary songs.

There is also a world of ice and fire inside the princess's mansion.

Families with family members working in traditional Chinese medicine hospitals are happily cutting meat and making noodles, preparing to make dumplings for the New Year’s Eve dinner. Melon seeds, peanuts and red dates are also placed on the table at home, making it look like a festive New Year.

Although other residents were also making dumplings, most of them were filled with vegetables, not meat. The adults were all worried, and the children had no money to buy firecrackers.

Even the usually noisy Ji Niaohou was not very energetic at this time. He was so hungry that his face turned pale and he didn't have the energy to curse:

"I went to the market today, but I still couldn't get any meat. Let's just make do with some dumplings stuffed with pickled cabbage."

Li Shouzi smiled bitterly, "If you want to say the welfare is really good in the Chinese hospital, damn, they give out meat, food, and everything else, without caring about other people's lives at all."

Ji Niaohou suddenly thought of something and stretched his neck to look towards the main room:

"Oh, that's strange. Why didn't Lin Laoguang cook today? There are seven people in his family. How can they finish all the meat? He doesn't even know how to share some with the neighbors."

Li Shouzi also glanced out the window: "Oh, there's really no one here. Maybe he went to his youngest son's place in the back garden?"

The back garden of the princess's mansion.

Lin Sanqi stood on the ladder, holding onto the courtyard wall, monitoring the neighbors in the garden like a spy to ensure that no one approached his waterside pavilion.

There is a table in the middle of the yard, on which are placed offerings such as chickens, ducks, fish, meat, fruits, and cakes.

Here comes the point. There are several tablets in the middle of the table, and the names written on them are all the ancestors of the Lin family.

After Lin Kucan placed the ancestral tablet, he lit the candles himself, then stood in front of the altar and took the incense from his eldest son.

Jin Caifeng called softly, "Qizi, come down quickly. Let your second sister-in-law watch on the ladder. Come here and pay respect to the ancestors."

Lin Sanqi nodded, got off the escalator, took the incense from his eldest brother, and then stood in the second row obediently.

In the first row is Lin Kucan, with his eldest son Lin Gancao and eldest grandson Lin Jiageng on the left and right.

The second row is Lin Sanqi and his second brother Lin Duzhong.

According to the old custom of the people of Huadu, women are not allowed to participate in ancestor worship, so at this time Jin Caifeng and her eldest daughter-in-law and eldest granddaughter retreated to the gate of the courtyard, while Pei Xuehua stood on the ladder and continued to monitor the enemy situation.

Lin Kucan stood there with an extremely sacred expression, and whispered to his ancestors about what had happened in the past year.

"Thanks to the blessing of our ancestors, Qizi was found this year, and he came back healthy. He has now become a formal employee of the Chinese Medicine Hospital. Our family is finally reunited, and no one is missing..."

Lin Sanqi stood at the back, still feeling a little guilty about this ancestor worship.

After all, he is not the "true descendant" of the Lin family, but an imposter. He doesn't know whether the ancestors of the Lin family are still alive in heaven and will send down a divine thunder to kill this imposter.

Although the youngest son was fake, the offerings and incense sticks were real, all obtained by Lin Sanqi himself.

The Lin family was quite careful. There were always people standing on the courtyard wall to monitor if there were any outsiders passing by, for fear of being accidentally exposed.

If it had been in previous years, with so many families crowded together in a large courtyard, the Lin family would never have thought of offering sacrifices to their ancestors.

The New Year's Eve worship of Dongguan people in 2023 is very exaggerated and lively.

For example, villages like Shilou will hold banquets with hundreds of tables in the village to invite the whole village to have New Year’s Eve dinner, and will also invite celebrities to sing and dance.

When the dividends were distributed, the excitement reached its climax.

At that time, all the cash will be piled up on the stage like a small mountain, and each household will receive money according to the number of people, and it will be all in cash, which will be very exciting and lively.

But it was 1960, so everything was kept simple. After Lin Kucan reported household affairs to his ancestors, he quickly started burning paper money.

Originally, Lin Sanqi was planning to prepare a sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner and directly went to a restaurant in 2023 to book a table. He ordered abalone, lobster, bird's nest, shark fin, grouper, and other dishes, and then moved to 1960.

But when he thought about his second brother and sister-in-law wanting to eat together, Lin Sanqi decided to keep a low profile and made a mutton hotpot.

Now everyone in the hospital knows everything they need to know. Lin Sanqi went to the northern grasslands for purchasing and brought back a large amount of meat and grain.

So as a purchaser, it is normal for Lin Sanqi to get some beef and mutton, right?

Lin Duzhong and Pei Xuehua didn't suspect anything. Instead, they were the ones who ate the meat most enthusiastically, looking like they had never seen the world before.

After the meal, Lin Jiageng and Lin Zhenzhen both knelt down properly and greeted their elders.

Lin Kucan and Jin Caifeng also smiled and gave each of them a red envelope.

It was Lin Sanqi's turn. Lin Sanqi also took out two red envelopes from his pocket, each containing only 1 yuan in cash.

Lin Sanqi also figured it out. If his nephews and nieces grow up and get close to him, he will definitely be willing to help them. If his nephews and nieces grow up and don't get close to him, then sorry, they will be strangers in the future.

So there is no need to cultivate any deep feelings now. If you really want to have hope, you still have to have your own children.

In the blink of an eye, the year has passed.

In 1960, the Chinese New Year holiday lasted only three days: the first, second and third days, and people officially returned to work on the fourth day.

In a few years, there will be no three-day holiday. How can the working people take a holiday? Only talents who are useless to society want to take a holiday all day.

Early in the morning on the fourth day of the New Year, Lin Sanqi walked into the hospital yawning.

Although there was nothing for him to deal with in the purchasing department, as a hospital employee, he had to punch in for work every day, or sit at his workstation and read the newspaper, chat, or drink tea.

If it weren't for this skin in the mouth, Lin Sanqi would have resigned long ago and wouldn't even have time to sleep in.

I used to skip classes often when I was in school, but after traveling through time, I became a working girl. I even have to go to work on the fourth day of the New Year. How can I seek justice?

When Lin Sanqi walked into the hospital, he immediately attracted everyone's attention. One by one, the employees took the initiative to greet him and were very cordial.

"Chief Lin, it's time to go to work..."

"Good morning, Comrade Lin Sanqi, hehe..."

"Hey, Chief Lin, happy New Year to you..."

Lin Sanqi also clasped his fists in return, wondering why the person who greeted him today seemed so particularly enthusiastic?

Only when he walked around the hospital gate and arrived in front of the outpatient building did he know the answer.

An announcement was posted on the wall, officially announcing the list of employees of the Changping branch (farm), including the list of management, a total of 132 people.

Those employees who were going to Changping all had sad faces, but no one cursed or instigated trouble for the leaders, because they knew that if they did not go to Changping, they would have to return to their hometowns and would no longer be counted as urban residents.

This is really like the sky is falling.

Now if I go to the Changping branch, I can still keep my capital's household registration and job, and I can also receive a monthly salary. Of course, the food supply has stopped.

The country is clearing out urban workers because there is not enough food. If we continue to supply food to this group of people, then Dean Shen’s branch + farm plan will definitely not be approved.

The purpose of building the farm is to allow these 132 employees to be self-sufficient, which is equivalent to a delaying tactic. Once the difficult period is over, the food supply for these employees can be restored.

On the management list, Ji Qingju, deputy director of Capital Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, also serves as the director of the Changping branch.

At the end of the list, Lin Sanqi's name was prominently listed, and his position was the head of the Procurement Department of the Changping Branch.

This is a formal position, without the word "acting" in it, and it is a one-step job. The Capital Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine is at the level of a full-time director, and the branch hospital's level was downgraded by one level, but it still reached the level of a full-time director.

Lin Sanqi, the head of the purchasing department, is a real section chief.

In just one year, Lin Sanqi went from a homeless child to an employee of the hospital of traditional Chinese medicine, and jumped from the deputy section level to the full-level department level, becoming the youngest middle-level cadre in the hospital of traditional Chinese medicine.

In an era when officialism was prevalent, he suddenly became a rising star in traditional Chinese medicine hospitals.

The crowd saw Lin Sanqi and started to make a noise:

"Hey, Chief Lin is here, everyone, make way and let Chief Lin take a look first..."

"Tsk, isn't it just flattering and currying favor with the powerful..."

"I heard that Lin Sanqi went to see some leaders in the middle of the night with a bag. When he went, the bag was full, but when he left, the bag was empty..."

"A person without a diploma or education can be a section chief. I think he is better off being a cannon..."

Lin Sanqi thought he would receive a lot of congratulations, and although he did, what he received more was envy, jealousy and hatred from others. For a moment, he didn't know how to react.

I can only pretend not to hear it.

As a result, the more he pretended not to hear, the louder the negative comments became. Someone must have been saying them deliberately for him to hear.

Oh, are you disturbing my mind?
Lin Sanqi coughed lightly and said, pretending to be unintentional:

"Oh, I really don't want to be the section chief. The Union Hospital wants me to give lectures and be part of a research group. It's so annoying to have so much work."

Lin Sanqi's words were so Versailles that the onlookers understood instantly.

Everyone saw Lin Sanqi perform surgery a few days ago, and everyone also saw that the president of Union Hospital personally invited Lin Sanqi. Everyone also knew that the presidents of two top hospitals were vying for Lin Sanqi.

On second thought, how could such a talent be promoted by flattery?
(It was clearly rice and pork that were sent up...) (End of this chapter)