A doctor who travels through two eras

A week later, the front page headline of Renmin Daily, with an eye-catching bold title, announced the great news that the Capital Infectious Disease Hospital had conquered tuberculosis.

The second page contained a news release about a reporter’s interview with Lin Sanqi, director of the Capital Infectious Disease Hospital.

The manuscript records in detail how all the medical staff worked under difficult conditions, and after a long period of scientific research, they invented anti-tuberculosis drugs by combining Chinese and Western medicine.

The newspaper also included a photo of a file room containing 5000 patients and published the final data, which showed a clinical cure rate of 93%.

The third and fourth editions published a total of five papers on tuberculosis in full.

Among these five papers, three are about patented drugs for tuberculosis. The publicly disclosed drug names do not use "Ethylamine Pyrazine Rifampicin Tablets" or the traditional Chinese medicine name "Pulmonary Tuberculosis Pills".

Instead, it was redefined as "Epyridamole Tablets" in order to avoid the situation where the other two drug patents were not in its hands.

The influence of Renmin Daily is not to be underestimated. It is not only the most authoritative media that the people of the whole country pay close attention to, but also an important tool for other countries to study China's policies and people's livelihood.

Therefore, this news release about tuberculosis in Renmin Daily represents a kind of national credibility, which is enough to attract the attention of everyone at home and abroad.

But fermentation takes some time. When the article was published in Renmin Daily, Lin Sanqi was not in Sijiu City, but in southern Hunan Province.

Southern Hunan Province, Shaoyang area.

Lin Sanqi and Bi Xinglong rode their bicycles along the bumpy dirt road towards Shuangfeng Township.

"Take a break, Lao Bi. How long will it take to get to Shuangfeng Township?"

Bi Xinglong was quite excited to return to his hometown:
"Haha, Dean Lin, you're not strong enough. Fortunately, you borrowed two bicycles from the county. Otherwise, if we just walked, we would have arrived before dark. We're almost there. Look, there are two tall peaks ahead."

Lin Sanqi thought, what the hell is this borrowed? This is clearly something he had in his space, otherwise, as the dean of a dean like him, why would he be willing to give away his precious bicycle legs?

"Your hometown has beautiful scenery, with mountains and water."

Bi Xinglong smiled bitterly and said:

"It can also be understood that it is a place with poor mountains and bad water, a large population and little land, and inconvenient transportation. We have been poor since ancient times. So we have hoped to get out since we were young. In the end, after we finally got out, Feng Ruoqi still came back. If it weren't for the Chinese medicine hospital taking him in, I would have almost come back too."

Lin Sanqi was a little curious:
"You and Feng Ruoqi were able to come out of Shaoyang, so your family conditions must be good, right? Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to send you to study in Cambridge, Eagle Country, and it would cost a lot of silver dollars."

Bi Xinglong felt a little embarrassed when he said this, so he explained:

"My family and Feng Ruoqi's family were both landlords, but Dean Lin, we are not big landlords who exploit the common people. When we went to study abroad, our family sold a lot of land."

Lin Sanqi waved his hand and comforted:
"Don't be afraid. I'm not that stubborn. If I cared about your background, I wouldn't have recruited you to the Chinese Medicine Hospital, oh no, the Infectious Disease Hospital. I also wouldn't have brought doctors from all over the country back to the capital."

Bi Xinglong breathed a sigh of relief, but Lin Sanqi was a little worried:
"Silly son of a landlord, ah, it seems that your old classmate's life is not going to be very good these days. How glorious he was before, how miserable he is now. Let's go, we are angels that have descended from the sky to rescue him."

Hehehe~~~
The two men chuckled, got on their bikes, and continued on their way to Shuangfeng Township.

Shaoyang is a typical hilly area, with ups and downs all the way, and the road was all muddy, which made Lin Sanqi miserable. He finally arrived at Xia Nan Village.

Bi Xinglong said excitedly: "President Lin, we're here. This is Xia Nan Village. Our home is in Shang Nan Village next door."

Lin Sanqi was as tired as a dog, panting and complaining:

"It might as well be called Pumpkin Village. We're finally here. By the way, go ask where Feng Ruoqi's home is?"

When Bi Xinglong returned to his hometown, he rushed out like a husky. When he came back, he found Lin Sanqi distributing candies to the children in the village.

"President Lin, I asked. It's at the east end of the village, at the Laoyizhuang."

I have heard of Lin Sanqi in the charity cemetery. When I watched horror movies before, the coffins in the charity cemetery were particularly scary. I thought all the zombies came from there.

"Hey, Lao Bi, was it popular in your Hunan Province to drive corpses? Isn't this charity cemetery a place for corpse drivers to rest? Are there really zombies? Do they have to shake bells when they drive? Have you ever seen it?"

Bi Xinglong was really at a loss for words. This guy didn't look like the dean at all; he was clearly just a curious baby.

"President Lin, this charity cemetery used to be used as a place for the elderly widows and widowers in the village to live, or as a temporary place for coffins of villagers who were difficult to bury. If a foreign official died in a foreign land, the coffin would also be placed here, but we really don't have corpse-carrying here."

Lin Sanqi felt quite regretful and thought that if there was a corpse-carrying performance, he could pay 100 yuan to let the villagers perform it for him.

"Okay, let's go to the charity cemetery."

The two rode their bicycles and headed towards the east end of the village. From a distance, Lin Sanqi saw a few lonely houses built alone at the foot of the mountain, far away from the village.

When he got closer, he found that the charity cemetery didn't even have a gate, and most of the houses had collapsed. It looked exactly like an old house in a deserted village from a horror movie. Lin Sanqi sighed inwardly, but still pretended to smile.

Bi Xinglong's face was full of pain, his voice was trembling, and he shouted outside the house:

"Ruoqi, Ruoqi, I'm Xinglong, are you home?"

There was no response, but a little head slowly popped out from the broken door frame and asked in a Beijing accent:
"Who are you looking for?"

Lin Sanqi listened to the Hunan dialect for a long time. As soon as he heard the child speaking Beijing dialect, he knew he had found the right place. This child grew up in the capital, so he could speak only Beijing dialect.

Bi Xinglong was a little happy: "Little Princess? I'm your uncle Bi, have you forgotten?"

Only then did Lin Sanqi see clearly that the child was about 3 years old, as thin as a little monkey, but his clothes were clean and tidy. It was obvious that he did not look like a country child.

"Uncle Bi?"

The little girl was not shy and ran out, "Uncle Bi, it's really you, so nice, my dad will be very happy that you are here."

Bi Xinglong happily picked up the little girl and introduced her to Lin Sanqi:
"This is Feng Ruoqi's youngest daughter. She has a 7-year-old sister. Little Gege, where are your parents?"

"They are working."

"You still want to do farm work in such a cold weather? What kind of work is there?"

"The villagers told my father that if he didn't work, they wouldn't give us food. He had to work every day. They also beat him. The children in the village didn't play with me. Uncle Bi, I don't like my hometown. I want to go back to Peking..."

The little girl's complaint made Bi Xinglong's face turn ashen. Lin Sanqi patted his shoulder:

"Little Gege, I'm Uncle Lin from Peking. Can you tell me where your father is?"

The little girl was quirky and generous, which made Lin Sanqi like her very much:
"I know, I know. My dad is over there. I'll take you there."

Lin Sanqi quickly took out a few White Rabbit candies from his pocket and said, "Come on, take uncle to find your father, okay?"

"it is good!"

Bi Xinglong held the little girl in his arms, and Lin Sanqi followed behind. They walked along the mountain road. After walking for more than 20 minutes, Lin Sanqi saw two lonely figures digging something from afar.

"Dad, Mom~~~"

The two men stopped what they were doing and looked up, and then one of the men came running over:

"Is it Xinglong? Haha, it's really you, woo, woo, why are you here to see me? woo~~~"

Feng Ruoqi ran, cried, and laughed at the same time, looking a little crazy.

Bi Xinglong handed the little princess to Lin Sanqi to hold, and he also rushed over, crying and laughing like a madman:

"Ruoqi, it's me. How did you become like this? You've suffered, wuwuwu~~~"

Lin Sanqi looked at the two grown men crying and couldn't help but sigh:

"Art really comes from life. Acting can never replace true feelings. It seems that actors should have more life experience to be able to perform realistically. Look at this guy crying with his head in his arms. We should take a picture of it."

Thinking of this, Lin Sanqi took out the camera from his backpack, put the child down, and took a few photos. This kind of photo record will be a precious testimony to life in the future.

After the two of them finished crying, Bi Xinglong brought Feng Ruoqi over.

Lin Sanqi was also observing him. He was not as sloppy as he had imagined. It could be seen that although Feng Ruoqi lived in poverty, he tried hard to keep himself clean and tidy. He was obviously a very self-disciplined person.

But he was doing farm work after all. He was barefoot, his feet and pants were covered with mud, and he was very thin. He only had a Zhongshan suit in the middle of winter, which looked very loose on him.

"Ruoqi, this is Dean Lin, my leader, whom I mentioned in the letter. The food coupons and banknotes I sent to you were all provided by Dean Lin."

Lin Sanqi stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "Hello, Comrade Feng Ruoqi!"

Feng Ruoqi looked at his hands, which were covered with mud, and then looked at Dean Lin's hand, which was firmly raised in the air. He did not hesitate any longer and clasped his hands together:
"Hello, Dean Lin. I'm Feng Ruoqi. I graduated from the Medical School of Cambridge University in Eagle Country. I worked at Peking Union Medical College Hospital for 13 years as a chief surgeon."

Lin Sanqi burst into laughter:
"Good! A hero's true character is revealed in times of crisis. I'm glad that you can still maintain such confidence in such a difficult situation. You are the person I want!" (End of this chapter)