A doctor who travels through two eras

The fourth day of the first lunar month is the day when we officially go back to work after the New Year.

These days the Spring Festival is a three-day holiday.

Don’t think that three days of vacation is too little. In a few years, there will be no holiday during the Spring Festival. There will be no holiday throughout the year, 365 days a year, and every day will be like home in the factory...

As soon as Lin Sanqi and Pan Ye got off the jeep, a group of employees surrounded them, shouting congratulations.

When the dean got married, no matter how noble the staff of the Changping branch were, they had to come along with everyone else to congratulate him.

Don’t forget that in theory all the employees of the Changping branch are temporary workers. The state guarantees the lives of regular workers, but the life and death of temporary workers depends on the director’s decision.

If you don’t believe me, go and ask about the fate of the Ye family’s father and son. I’m afraid this family won’t survive this winter in their hometown…

"Dean, congratulations..."

"Ah, what a talented man and a beautiful woman, a match made in heaven..."

"Comrade Xiao Pan is blessed. You can tell at a glance that he is a blessed person..."

"If you ask me, it's Dean Lin who has good taste. Look at Xiao Pan. She's pretty and a college student. You can't find a daughter-in-law like her even if you search with a lantern..."

Everyone spoke politely, and Lin Sanqi also clasped his hands together and kept returning the greetings.

"Old Yang, Old Yang, come here!"

Old Yang is Yang Shaohua from the General Affairs Section. At first, Lin Sanqi called him Section Chief Yang, then Uncle Yang, and now he is just Old Yang.

"Dean Lin, you're looking for me!"

"Lao Yang, I have two bags of White Rabbit candies in the back of my car. Please help distribute them. Five candies per adult and ten candies per child. I'll treat everyone to wedding candy."

When Yang Shaohua heard this, he quickly agreed: "Okay!"

The staff immediately burst into applause: "President Lin is so generous~~~"

In fact, I was thinking, what a prodigal son, how could he just divide up such precious White Rabbit candies? There are so many staff members and children in the hospital, won’t he go bankrupt?
Lin Sanqi now enjoys the treatment of a director-general, and his salary is at the administrative level 10, which is 217 yuan a month.

In addition, as the rank was raised, the food coupon quota was also raised, 67 kilograms a month, in addition to transportation subsidies, housing subsidies, heating subsidies, business trip subsidies, etc., bathing, shaving, firewood, rice, oil, salt, etc., there was no shortage of tickets...

Anyway, in the 1960s, Lin was able to have enough to eat.

In novels, movies and TV dramas, when writing about this era, they often say that cadres could not eat enough and were starving to the point of skin and bones. This is not accurate.

It is very rare for grass-roots commune cadres to go hungry, but it is impossible for them to go hungry at the department and bureau level. No matter how difficult the country is, even the public servants will not go hungry.

So we should act according to our conscience. If we eat, we eat. If we take, we take. Let the common people cry poor.

Dean Lin, who is not short of money, brought his newly married young wife to the bungalow dormitory area.

The twelve old men were all sitting on the kang. Lin Sanqi and Pan Ye knelt down and kowtowed three times as if they were the sons of the family.
"Masters, from now on Xiao Yezi is my wife. Don't hide your abilities. You must use all your skills to make my wife a famous doctor."

Old man Han Bangxu laughed and scolded:

"You are a boy who is ignorant and unskillful. Your wife is our good disciple. What we are afraid of now is that she will not learn, not that she will not teach."

Old Master Xiao Longyou was also unhappy and said:
"That's right. Ever since Xiao Yezi was dragged to the tuberculosis department by you, how much time do you think she has left to study Chinese medicine?"

Lin Sanqi blushed a little, thinking that this was really the case. As the department director, he had to be on "business trips" all year round, so only Pan Ye, the department director's wife, was in charge.

There are 20 doctors from Union Medical College and Digital Hospital in charge of clinical affairs, but the clinical after-sales service is led by Pan Ye. He is busy until eleven or twelve o'clock every night. How can he have the time to study Chinese medicine?

But it’s hard to say for Lin Sanqi. If our country’s medical industry wants to develop, it must rely on modern hospitals, both in terms of medicines and systems.

But modern hospitals are based on Western medicine.

The theoretical system of Traditional Chinese Medicine is too complicated, it takes too long to train doctors, and it is difficult to guarantee high-quality Chinese medicinal materials. In addition, Traditional Chinese Medicine emphasizes one prescription for each person and individualization, which makes it difficult to systematize and mass-produce, so it is impossible to adapt to the modern medical system.

Perhaps in 2014 we can make money from traditional Chinese medicine and develop it there.

But in 1961, if he put Chinese medicine in the mainstream medical position and missed the great development of Western medicine, then he, Lin Sanqi, a time traveler, would definitely become a historical sinner. If more than a year ago, Lin Sanqi still wanted Pan Ye and him to become "Chinese medicine miracle doctors", now this idea has faded.

Of course he could think so in his heart, but he couldn't say it out loud:
“Masters, there is nothing we can do. As you can see, our country is poor and backward, and doctors are in short supply. Even if patients finally go to the hospital, the pharmacy is empty.

Now I have finally found a drug that can cure tuberculosis, and finally made our country's medical industry one step ahead of the world. Of course, I have to work hard. Otherwise, if we are not careful, we will be overtaken by foreigners, and it will be too late to regret it. "

Old Master Shi Jinmo was the most understanding of the twelve people. He smiled and comforted them:
"Whether you are a Chinese or Western doctor, as long as you can cure diseases and serve the people, it is good medicine. The masters support you, do your best."

Lin Sanqi knew about the dispute between Chinese and Western medicine concepts. Not to mention in 1961, even in 2014, the dispute was still bloody.

This is not something that a mere intern like him can change. All he has to do is, first, make money, and second, cure diseases. It's that simple.

"Masters, we didn't hold a wedding banquet during the Chinese New Year, so we'll make up for it tonight. I've already brought the ingredients, and I guarantee you'll eat until your mouths are greasy, hehe."

Mr. Shi was also happy:

"It stands to reason that when our young disciple gets married, we, as masters, must give him a big gift, but now we are penniless and have nothing. We, the old men, discussed it and decided to each write a calligraphy for you as a gift to you."

Lin Sanqi was overjoyed when he heard this.

These 12 veteran Chinese medicine practitioners are the leaders of the TCM community, the last generation of masters in the country, and their fame is known throughout the country.

It would be quite impressive if these calligraphy works were framed and hung in Lingnantang Chinese Medicine Clinic in 2014.

Baby, absolutely baby, there is no better wedding gift than this.

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The next day, in the tuberculosis department's information room at the foot of Baihu Mountain.

The information room is the size of two standard classrooms, with a connection in the middle, so it looks very large. The walls are all made of small grids made of wooden boards.

Each compartment contains a tuberculosis patient's outpatient medical records, inpatient medical records, at least three chest X-rays, and all the correspondence between the hospital and the patient.

There are 5000 such small grids, representing 5000 patients.

President Shen, Vice President Ji, Lin Sanqi, Pan Ye, as well as Ward 1 Director Bi Xinglong, Ward 2 Director Cai Chunhua; Ward 3 Director Yang Guang, and Ward 4 Director Fu Jinsheng all gathered here.

Dean Shen casually took out a document from a box and started to look through it.

"Wow, you have both Chinese and English versions. That's awesome."

Lin Sanqi smiled proudly and said:

"This is the basic skill for a medical student. Moreover, these 20 doctors from Union Hospital and Digital Hospital all have overseas study experience and are precious. That's why I insisted on recruiting them.

If these top doctors took off their white coats and went back to their hometowns to farm, it would be a huge waste of talent.

Just like English, local schools don’t teach foreign languages ​​now, and if they do, it’s Russian, so there’s no place for English to be used. But is English really useless? ”

After Lin Sanqi said this, Bi Xinglong and the others straightened their backs a lot.

The 20 doctors and 30 nurses who came from Union Hospital and Digital Hospital all had correspondence with their old colleagues who had gone to the countryside, and they already knew about the miserable life after going to the countryside.

It was bad enough that they were hungry, but they also had no place to live. Many people lived in dilapidated temples, small warehouses in the village, or the homes of villagers whose families had all died out.

They also have to participate in production labor on a regular basis, and because of their identity, they do the hardest and most tiring work.

This was a double blow to intellectuals, both physically and mentally. If we use the standards of "depression" in later generations, most people would probably have reached the point where they had to take antidepressants.

Therefore, the medical staff who stayed at the Changping branch of the Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine have already regarded Lin Sanqi as their reborn parents and are absolutely loyal fans of him.

Of course, there is another unknown reason. The reason why the 50 medical staff from the former Union Hospital and Digital Hospital were able to keep in touch with their colleagues in the countryside was Lin Sanqi's request. (End of this chapter)