A doctor who travels through two eras

Everyone in the conference room sighed after hearing what Old Man Xiao said.

Old Master Cao Yingfu smiled bitterly while holding his teacup:
"I went to Kaifeng. You may not know what the situation is there. I don't want to say too much. If I say too much, it will only bring shame to the place. Anyway, if our hospital hadn't called me back to Beijing, I'm afraid I wouldn't live to see the spring, haha."

"Then I'm better than you. I went to Sichuan Province. The disaster there wasn't that serious. It's just that too much grain was transferred out of Sichuan and Shu. The people were very dissatisfied. The guy surnamed Li has become autistic because of the scolding. He is just a whistleblower. "

Old man Hao Zhanchen spoke quite excitedly, even speaking in dialect, and it was obvious that the old man was quite angry.

The old man Han Bangxu next to him couldn't help but complain:
"You old guys are just stupid. You deserve to starve to death. What do we do? We are doctors. When we are in the countryside, we treat patients and prescribe medicine. It's not too much for patients to give us a steamed bun as consultation fee? If conditions permit, it should be given to us an egg, right? How can we starve to death?"

Old Master Jiang Zonghui laughed and scolded:

"Mr. Han, you still have the nerve to say that? Your specialty is acupuncture. You can travel the world with just a silver needle, without using medicine. We need to prescribe medicine. How can we cure diseases without medicine? You said that the rural areas are so poor that they have to eat dirt, where do they get the medicine?"

Old Man Han rolled his eyes deliberately:
"That's because you're not good at learning medicine. Come on, come on, call me Master now. I'll accept you as my good disciples and teach you our Han family acupuncture right away. How about that?"

"Ah, Han Laozhen, what do you want, you old fool?"

"That's right, do you think you're the only one who knows acupuncture? I can also perform the Thirteen Needles on the Du Meridian!"

"This time when we go to Changping, let Han Laozhen take his acupuncture needles to the countryside to beg for alms. If he can't get any, he'll starve to death!"

"Hahaha~~~~"

The old and the children, they quarreled and finally burst into laughter. It was obvious that being able to return to Beijing made the old people much happier.

These old men are quite miserable. Before liberation, they were all outstanding people. After liberation, they were national treasures in traditional Chinese medicine hospitals. However, after making mistakes and going to other places, they became straws. Everyone avoided them, not to mention any extra care.

Before the Chinese New Year, Lin Sanqi was busy shopping (traveling) all over the world, while President Shen and a group of leaders of the Chinese Medicine Hospital were searching the world for people, bringing back the old men who had been sent back to their hometowns or demoted to the countryside and bringing them back to the Chinese Medicine Hospital.

By doing this, President Shen and other leaders took risks, which can be said to be a great deed and a very responsible act.

Of course, the Chinese medicine hospital has sufficient reasons, as the old men are being released on medical parole.

The youngest of these old men, Lu Yuanlei, is 71 years old this year, the oldest, Ren Yingqiu, is 85 years old, and even Shi Jinmo is 79 years old.

Each of the old men is frail and sickly, and in their twilight years, they are unable to work at all, and the local government still has to provide them with three meals a day. It is absolutely impossible for them to generate any economic benefits for the local area, and they can only be considered a negative asset.

The key point is that each of these old men has a serious identity, and it is a hot potato for the local authorities to take over. If they don't take it, it is a task from the superiors, and if they take it, it is like inviting back an ancestor.

In fact, it is the same decades later. Which prison dares to accept those elderly people in their 80s and 90s who commit crimes? They are all sent home by their families early, or called medical parole or home surveillance.

Now Chinese medicine hospitals have taken the initiative to request to accept people and bring them back to the capital for labor reform, and the local areas are too late to send them away to fight the plague.

Some people may say that these old men are skilled in medicine and there is a shortage of doctors in rural areas, so why not let them make use of their remaining skills?

The question is, who dares to do that? Their superiors asked them to reform, not to enjoy themselves. Do you want to rebel against your superiors?
After seeing off these old national treasures, President Shen deliberately kept Lin Sanqi.

"Xiao Qi, I'm leaving these old masters to you. If you can learn half of their skills, you will be able to become one of the most powerful people in the field of traditional Chinese medicine. You may even be able to take over my job by then."

Lin Sanqi laughed it off and said that one should not take the big promises made by the leader seriously.

"Uncle Shen, I have a question. You asked me to provide them with food, drink, and shelter, but it doesn't make sense for me to pay for it myself. Besides, with my monthly salary of more than 50 yuan, how many days can I support them?"

Lin Sanqi decided to make things clear; he didn't want to be taken advantage of.

Otherwise, if he dares to agree to support 12 old men today, 120 old men will be sent tomorrow, and he will become the president of the university for the elderly, at his own expense.

Dean Shen laughed, obviously having thought about this question:
"How can we possibly let you bear the cost alone? Well, our hospital will pay for it, but you'll have to help find a way to get the food coupons and grain. If the old man still wants to eat some meat, you'll have to help get it for him."

Lin Sanqi frowned and said, "Uncle Shen, this is a bit of a scam. Why do I need money? I don't like money."

Lin Sanqi thought, there is still 2 yuan in cash left for purchasing New Year's goods. If it can't be spent, this money is just like waste paper. What's the use of it?
Dean Shen is a smart man after all, and he immediately understood Lin Sanqi's little thoughts:
"Okay, Uncle Shen understands. What you want is wild ginseng from Northeast China. Don't worry, I'll take care of it. I'll ask the purchasing department to arrange a business trip to Changbai Mountain in a few days. I'll definitely bring you a lot of wild ginseng. Are you satisfied now?"

"We need large quantities and a variety of vintages. We don't want forest ginseng or garden ginseng."

"Okay, okay, it's all up to you."

Dean Shen couldn't do anything about Lin Sanqi, because this guy was irreplaceable.

"By the way, you should prepare to leave for Changping tomorrow and make preparations in advance to welcome the arrival of the employees. Only you and Vice President Ji know about the affairs of the 12 elderly people. In name, you are the leader of the reform team, so you must keep it secret from others." Lin Sanqi suddenly thought of something else:
"If we keep it a secret from others, then when everyone has to work together, will these old gentlemen work?"

Dean Shen didn't even think about answering:
"Of course they have to work, even if it's just for show. They are now nominally employees who have made mistakes, and they can't be treated specially to prevent others from catching them."

Now Lin Sanqi understood and grasped the scale.

The next day, braving the cold wind, Lin Sanqi drove the car and took Vice President Ji to the Changping Branch, also known as the Capital Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine Changping Farm.

The winter in the north is really cold. Lin Sanqi's small jeep had no air conditioning, and by the time the two got off the car, their feet were numb from the cold.

Yang Shaohua, head of the general affairs department of the branch, was already waiting. Head Yang did not even go home for the New Year and had been busy at the construction site.

"Dean Ji, Xiao Qi, you are here."

Vice President Ji shook his feet and waved his hands:
"Let's go. Don't freeze outside. Let's check if the supporting equipment and the house are ready. This is a wasteland. We don't want people to freeze to death before they starve to death."

The buildings in the Changping branch are mainly a small "U"-shaped building that serves as the outpatient department and office area, and there is no inpatient department.

There are a total of 4 two-story tube buildings in the family compound, with 15 households on each floor, and a public kitchen, toilet and bathroom.

There are also two rows of bungalows, and the bungalow dormitory area is arranged for old employees with mobility problems.

There are 132 employees from the Chinese Medicine Hospital coming here this time. Except for the special case of Lin Sanqi, all other families brought their children with them, so the total population of the Changping branch will exceed 500 by then.

The difference between the entire branch and other units is that there is no canteen. All employees, including middle-level cadres, have to prepare their own three meals a day.

After all, it had been agreed in advance that branch staff would not participate in food distribution, which was equivalent to being semi-illegal households who could only get money but not food.

Therefore, collective canteens cannot be set up. If they are set up, it will be taking advantage of socialism and it will be easy for certain people to find fault with them, and in the end even the branch school cannot be opened.

Vice President Ji took Lin Sanqi and Yang Shaohua to look at each room carefully.

When they arrived at the bungalow area, Vice President Ji was surprised to see several fire pits in the house:
"Why are there fire pits in this row of houses? Shaohua, what drama are you playing at? I'm telling you, we leaders cannot seek special treatment."

Yang Shaohua immediately cried out for justice upon hearing this:

"President Ji, you are wronging me. Xiao Qi asked me to do this. He said it has a special use."

Lin Sanqi lowered his voice and whispered in Vice President Ji's ear:
"This is for the old gentlemen. There is no heating equipment here, so I took the initiative to build a fire pit. I will figure out how much coal to use personally, and it won't be charged to the hospital."

Vice President Ji understood immediately and patted Lin Sanqi on the shoulder:

"You did a great job on this. I hadn't thought of that. Don't worry about the coal. Leave it to me."

Lin Sanqi thought that this was a good idea. It was better to have less trouble than more. Besides, there were a total of 4 rooms with fire pits here, and one of them was secretly prepared for him...

After inspecting the office area and the family quarters, Vice President Ji came to the field and became worried again when he saw the hard frozen soil under his feet.

"Xiao Qi, come here, try the soil condition at this location first."

Lin Sanqi was holding an iron rake in his hand at this time. He spat twice into his palm, then swung the iron rake down hard.

The iron rake was not very deep in the soil. It was obvious that the land was frozen hard and was not suitable for agricultural production at all.

Vice President Ji frowned even more and tried the iron rake himself. The result was disappointing as well:
"It's over, it's over. This kind of soil is not suitable for farming. Besides, the soil layer is not thick enough, and there are only stones underneath."

Lin Sanqi looked around and found that there was no well next to the field, so he asked curiously:
"Chief Yang, how are we going to solve this water problem in the future?"

There are canals between fields in the south. When water is needed, it will flow down the canals. Farmers will pull up the ridges of their fields to leave a gap, and the water will flow into the fields.

But the land in the north is flat, there are no canals or ditches, and now there are not even wells. How can we carry out production?
Yang Shaohua was also a little helpless:

"It's mainly because winter is not suitable for digging wells, and we don't have enough funds. Now we just hope that Xingfu River will have water next year, so we can use the river water to irrigate the fields directly."

Lin Sanqi thought, knowing that the rivers in the plains have dried up in recent years, where does the stream water in the mountains come from? (End of this chapter)