A doctor who travels through two eras

Capital Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine rented more than ten buses from the bus company and transported more than 600 employees and their families to Changping.

When the employees and their families got off the bus and saw the barren fields in front of them and the barren mountains in the distance, they felt a chill in their hearts, which was even colder than the northwest wind in the first month of the year.

Fang Sanxiao got out of the car holding his little daughter. Just then, a cold wind blew up the yellow sand in the wasteland. He couldn't open his eyes and had to hold his daughter tightly.

Fang Sanxiao's wife Zhao Lan held her eldest daughter's hand and carried a large box in her right hand with difficulty.

Fang Sanxiao's eldest son Fang Jingwei was carrying a large bag and looking blankly at the desolate new world before him.

"Dad, this is Changping? Why is it so deserted?"

Fang Sanxiao sighed, but as the head of a family, he still put on a smile:

"This used to be the royal cemetery. Emperors of the Ming Dynasty were buried here after their death. You can see that the surrounding mountains form a circle, with only a gap in the southwest. This is an excellent Feng Shui treasure land."

Zhao Lan used to be a temporary worker in the street. This time she was sent down to Changping along with her husband. Naturally, she was extremely unwilling to do so.

"Humph, what's the Feng Shui treasure land? It's just a cemetery. How can it be compared with the city? Dean Shen is really something. There are more than 400 employees in the hospital. Why did he choose to send our family to the countryside? What's his reason???"

Fang Sanxiao was so anxious that he shouted:

"Shut up, you stupid girl. If it weren't for Dean Shen, our family would have returned to our hometown in Hanzhong long ago. At that time, even our household registration would have been changed back to rural household registration. It's not like now. At least we still have the capital's household registration and there is still hope for the restoration of food supply."

Zhao Lan rolled her eyes when she was scolded, and it was obvious that she was still not convinced.

How could you be convinced?

There are more than 400 employees in a unit, and those who are from other places or have no outstanding contributions are chosen to be laid off. It would be strange if those who are laid off would accept it.

In fact, Fang Sanxiao was also unwilling to accept the result in his heart.

His hometown was in the countryside, and his parents, brothers and entire family supported his schooling. He also worked hard and finally got admitted to the National Medical College at that time.

After more than ten years of hard study, I finally got a job opportunity in Peking and thought I had made a name for myself.

As a result, just because he was not from Peking, he became a laid-off person and was almost sent back to his hometown to farm.

No normal person would be convinced.

But what if you are not convinced? This is the national policy, and it is not something the company can change.

Moreover, if President Shen had not made a prompt decision to establish the farm, gambled his own political future, and assured his superiors that all employees would be self-sufficient, not cause any trouble to the country, and not take a bag of grain from the country, it would have been difficult to establish this farm.

Fang Sanxiao comforted his wife beside him:
"Don't lose heart. As long as we stay, the hospital will not ignore us when the difficulties are over. We can return to the Chinese medicine hospital to work. Doctors like us are in short supply in society. How can they leave us idle?"

It has to be said that intellectuals like Fang Sanxiao have a very sharp eye and know that he is a rare talent.

But man proposes, God disposes. In a few years, the buzz will start. Unfortunately, intellectuals like doctors will continue to have no place to use their skills. After a few decades, everything will be over when the economy opens up...

Among the crowd getting off the bus, there were not only those who complained and cried, but also many employees who were born in rural areas and knew what the fundamentals were. At this time, they had come to the fields in groups of three or four to check the land.

Wang Xiaorong squatted on the ground and pinched the soil. When he let go, he found that the soil leaked out from between his fingers like sand. Even a gust of wind formed a small sandstorm.

"Old Liu, the soil quality is worrying..."

Liu Kuisheng also squatted down, picked up a branch and started digging the soil, then threw the branch away and smiled bitterly:

"It seems we still have to be prepared to go hungry. Look, there are gravels all over the ground. I guess the land allocated to our farm is newly reclaimed wasteland. The soil and fertility are not good."

At this time, He Yixuan, who was standing with his hands on his hips and full of enthusiasm, said with a smile:
"What are you afraid of? If the fertilizer is not enough, we can still use chemical fertilizers. We can just spread them on the ground and eat our fill."

Wang Xiaorong threw a clod of earth at He Yixuan and cursed with a smile:
"You are so smart. Everyone knows that fertilizer is good, but how much fertilizer do we have in our country? You can't buy this treasure even if you have money."

my country's fertilizer industry started in the 40s. In the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, there were only five nitrogen fertilizer plants in the country, with an annual output of only about 5 tons.
The phosphate fertilizer industry did not build its first large-scale superphosphate plant until 1958, and potash fertilizers have long relied on imports.

This data did not reach its peak until 2015, when the national fertilizer production reached 7165 million tons.

In comparison, the fertilizer output in 1960 was not even a fraction of that in 2015. Considering that my country was basically still an agricultural society in 1960, the whole country was in urgent need of fertilizers.

Therefore, it is harder than climbing to the sky for the TCM hospital farm to get fertilizer. He Yixuan is an optimist. In fact, he knows that fertilizer is impossible to get, but he just doesn't think that any difficulty can defeat him:
"What's there to be afraid of without fertilizer? There are five or six hundred family members of our Changping branch employees. If we let everyone eat to their heart's content, eat as much as they can, and then poop as much as they can, then the natural fertilizer will come. Are you still worried about low yields?"

As soon as the words fell, a group of Chinese medicine hospital staff came over and someone shouted:
"He Yixuan, are you the one who carried the baby for Emperor Hui of Jin?"

"That's right. I have food. Why do I have to go to this remote place to shit?"

"Damn it, I'm so hungry that I can't even poop, and you still ask me to poop, shit your head!"

"Beat him up, it's so mad!!!"

So a group of people rushed forward and beat up He Yixuan, the idiot. For a while, laughter filled the fields.

Many staff members of the Chinese Medicine Hospital looked over and many of them started laughing, which added a bit of warmth to this awful winter day.

At this time, Lin Sanqi was helping 12 old national treasures move.

The old national treasures actually carried very little clothing with them, just a small box. The majority of things they carried were books, and most of them were vertical handwritten manuscripts written in brush calligraphy, which were obviously antiques at first glance.

Lin Sanqi was so tired after moving all the books that his waist almost broke. They were so heavy.

"Old men, how about I call some young people to help move it? My God, this truck is full of books. How long will it take me to move it?"

Mr. Lu Yuanlei held a wooden box in his arms and objected:

"No, we old guys only trust you. No one else can help us. Boy, do you underestimate these medical books? Let me tell you, they are all treasures. If you read these medical books carefully, I guarantee you will become the top doctor."

Lin Sanqi was getting off the car with a bunch of books in his arms:
"Old man, I've heard of the number one scholar in literature and the number one scholar in martial arts, but I've never heard of the number one scholar in medicine. Are you bullying me because I'm not well educated?"

"Hey, kid, don't be unconvinced. Ask everyone. What is a top scholar? It refers to the top newcomers in various fields. Our traditional Chinese medicine community also selects a top scholar every few years.

For example, the number one scholar in medicine Gong Tingxian, the number one scholar in martial arts Zhao Yangkui, the number one scholar in herbal medicine Wu Qijun, the number one scholar in gambling Qiu Shaoyao, the number one scholar in imperial carriage Lu Runyang, the number one scholar in ginseng Weng Tonghe, etc., were all outstanding people of their generation.

You are a descendant of our Chinese medicine family. Haven't you ever thought that one day you will become the best doctor in the world, and beat those fake foreign devils in Union Hospital into a pulp, and make our country famous?"

Lin Sanqi was a little embarrassed, as he seemed to have just established contact with Union Medical College.

The key point is that he studied Western medicine for his five years of undergraduate study. If these old guys knew about this, he would be a complete traitor to traditional Chinese medicine.

Old Master Shi Jinmo stood with his hands behind his back, supervising the work leisurely. At this time, he also said with a smile:
"These books are either handed down from our ancestors, or they are the medical records, medical skills, and experience notes accumulated by us old men throughout our lives. If we lose a few of them, it will be a huge loss, and it may even cause some Chinese medicine to be discontinued. So you have to trouble yourself."

Lin Sanqi was now carrying a bundle of books in each hand and hurriedly moving them into the house:
"Mr. Shi, aren't you afraid that I will steal all your precious books and all the secret recipes of your 12 families? I feel like what I'm holding in my hands are not books, but mountains of gold and silver."

After hearing this, Mr. Han Bangxu laughed:
"Lin, Chinese medicine relies too much on talent. Without any introduction, can you understand a medical book even if I give you one? Just like my acupuncture, you don't even know where the acupuncture points are. What's the point of memorizing them by rote?"

Lin Sanqi was already tired from moving things, so he sat on the carriage and unobtrusively opened a thread-bound book and started reading.

Traditional Chinese characters, vertical version, read from right to left, no punctuation marks, all written in classical Chinese. Lin Sanqi felt dizzy after a while.

I don’t understand, I really don’t understand.

In other martial arts online novels, those fishermen, woodcutters, and farmers cannot read a single word and have not received any education since childhood.

As a result, he would occasionally pick up a martial arts secret book in a cave or on the road, and practice it by himself to become a top master in the martial arts world, a figure like the Sweeping Monk.

Whenever he saw this, Lin Sanqi had a question.

Since they were fishermen and woodcutters, how could they understand the words in the books when they were illiterate and had no one to teach them? How could they understand those obscure secrets?

The other old men didn't care whether Lin Sanqi was secretly learning or not. They just laughed and went about their own business.

Lin Sanqi scratched his hair and became less and less confident in studying Chinese medicine in the future.

"Never mind, let's talk about the future later. What if one day the system rewards me with some kind of foundation-building pill, marrow-cleansing pill, enlightenment fruit, etc., and then I can suddenly remember everything I see, become a genius in traditional Chinese medicine, and become the top doctor in the contemporary medical field."

Thinking of this, Lin Sanqi picked up the two bundles of books and continued his work of carrying them. (End of this chapter)