A doctor who travels through two eras

In Feng Ruoqi's house, there was a fire pit in the middle of the room, and everyone sat beside it and warmed themselves by the fire.

Lin Sanqi looked around the room, smelling a musty smell, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart:
"Comrade Ruoqi, according to regulations, people who are cleared out of the city should be given resettlement after returning to their hometowns. This is clearly stated in the letter of introduction. Isn't your place too shabby? And it used to be a place to store corpses?"

Feng Ruoqi said with a smile:
"Although the house is dilapidated, it is still a house. Dean Lin, can you please tell me if there is any local resettlement?"

"Uh, hehe~~~"

This resettlement is very particular. You will be assigned a job in a state-owned factory or a teacher in a school, and then a house will be allocated to you. This is called resettlement.

Letting you live in a dilapidated temple, making you do farm work every day, and giving you at least some food to eat, this is also called resettlement.

Bi Xinglong was a little angry about what happened to his old classmate and kept asking:
"Ruoqi, how did you become like this after returning home? You refused to elaborate in your letter. Now that Dean Lin is here, you can tell me about the difficulties you encountered. Is it someone who is bullying you, or is it because you did something wrong that you were targeted?"

Bi Xinglong had good intentions. He was afraid that Dean Lin would misunderstand that Feng Ruoqi had problems. Most troublesome leaders would not like Feng Ruoqi. It would be troublesome if he didn't want him anymore.

Feng Ruoqi saw his old classmate winking at each other, and they had a tacit understanding, so he sighed and said:
"In theory, even if someone like me who has a diploma and work experience is laid off, I can at least go back to my hometown and work as a doctor in the county hospital. At the very least, I should be able to be a barefoot doctor in the village.

But who can blame me for my poor background? I was born into a landlord family, so I had no chance of becoming a primary school teacher, doctor, commune cadre, or brigade accountant. In other words, if a landlord's son could become a cadre, wouldn't that mean liberation was in vain? "

Bi Xinglong was puzzled: "What about your parents? What about your other brothers and sisters?"

Speaking of family, Feng Ruoqi's originally smiling expression suddenly became somewhat painful and distorted:

"He's dead. My father was a landlord back then... My mother went crazy and committed suicide by jumping into the river... I had an older sister who married in Xinhua next door and we lost contact... I also had a younger brother who died of illness a few years ago..."

How could Bi Xinglong not know all this? He was telling Lin Sanqi about it.

"Dean Lin, I can guarantee that my father has never done anything unscrupulous. Although my family has hundreds of acres of land, my parents have to work in the fields themselves during the busy farming season. We also invite farmhands to dinner at the beginning and end of the year and treat them well.

The landlords like Liu Wencai and Zhou Paopi described in novels are extremely bad, but not all landlords are bad people. These fields were passed down from generation to generation by my ancestors who lived frugally. During famine years, we also helped the villagers.”

Lin Sanqi nodded.

"Don't worry, I didn't misunderstand. There are good people and bad people in the world, good landlords and bad landlords. We shouldn't treat everything the same, but let the past be the past. We who are still alive must always look forward."

Bi Xinglong smiled bitterly at this time:

"My family is better off. My father donated all his property when the country was liberated. Although he has become an old farmer now, he can at least survive with my help."

At this time, a little girl walked into the house with a bundle of firewood on her back.

Bi Xinglong introduced: "This is Feng Ruoqi's eldest daughter. We all call her Da Gege."

The little girl was a little surprised to see someone in the room. Feng's wife reminded her, "Call someone and be polite."

The little girl quickly bowed and said, "Hello Uncle Bi, and hello to this uncle."

Lin Sanqi especially liked polite and generous children, so he quickly took out some candy from his pocket and said, "Here!"

The little girl looked at her parents, Feng Ruoqi nodded, and the eldest princess took it: "Thank you, uncle."

Lin Sanqi looked at the four members of the Feng family, all of them barefoot, and thought about the ice and snow outside, and sighed in his heart.

"Comrade Feng Ruoqi, I came here this time to invite you to come back. I have just established a new hospital in Peking, called the Capital Infectious Disease Hospital, which focuses on infectious diseases. For example, the topic we are focusing on now is tuberculosis.

Although my main profession at Peking Union Medical College is surgery, I know that when studying in foreign medical schools, there is no distinction between internal medicine and surgery, so I think you will have no problem with internal medicine. What do you think? Are you willing to join our infectious disease hospital? "

Bi Xinglong was so excited that he quickly explained a few more words:

"Once you go there, you will be a formal employee with a permanent position and a Beijing hukou. Moreover, our hospital is different from other hospitals. You don't have to worry about not having enough food. We have our own farm."

With a bang, the washbasin in Feng's wife's hand suddenly fell to the ground, and she looked at Lin Sanqi stupidly.

Feng Ruoqi's breathing became heavier:

"I am willing, I am willing. Not to mention being a regular employee, I am willing even if I am a temporary worker or just burning boilers. I studied abroad for five years and worked at PUMC for 5 years. Now I am asked to throw away what I have learned and become a farmer. I am really unwilling to do that."

Lin Sanqi nodded: "Don't say you are unwilling, I am also unwilling, I feel the same way."

It's not like he didn't even get a diploma when he was about to graduate, missed the chance to be a doctor, and became a smuggler crossing two worlds. At this moment, a burst of scolding suddenly came from outside the door:

"Feng Ruoqi, Wang Youqing, you two are going to die. I told you to dig ditches in the fields, but you sneaked back home? Do you still want work points? Do you still want to share the food?"

Lin Sanqi signaled with his eyes, who?
Feng Ruoqi whispered:
"It was Feng Huogen, the team leader of our team. We were all staying at home during the winter, but he said we should accept labor reform. He even made us dig ditches during the New Year. He was a tenant of my family back then. Alas."

Lin Sanqi understood. No wonder there were only this young couple digging the ditch at the foot of the mountain in the middle of winter, and no other villagers were seen.

"Feng Shiqi, you landlord son of a bitch, why don't you come out? If you don't come out, I will make sure you don't even have a place to live in the charity cemetery. Go build a shack in the mountains!"

At this time, the elder and younger princesses had already hidden in their mother's arms, looking very scared, and the three of them, mother and daughter, were trembling together.

Lin Sanqi knew at a glance that this family was often bullied by this team leader, and judging from the nature of some rural cadres, he might have set his sights on Feng Ruoqi, the young city wife.

"Comrade Ruoqi, your team leader has been giving you a hard time, right?"

Feng Ruoqi smiled bitterly: "My family's decline and my parents' death have a lot to do with him."

Lin Sanqi understood. The second-rate guy turned over and became the master, trampling the old boss under his feet. Is this the story of the prince's revenge?

If he wants to be a good director of the infectious disease hospital, he naturally needs to win the hearts of the people so that he can command the support of everyone in the new unit in the future.

Then Dean Lin needs to win people's hearts. He has no worries about the old employees, as they have already submitted to him, but this may not be the case with the new employees, as they are all intellectuals and have some pride and aloofness.

Originally, a phone call or a letter would be enough to recruit this group of doctors returning home, but as a dean, he was willing to make the trip in person, just to make a fortune.

Now that the tool man has arrived, how could Lin Sanqi not be confident?
"It's okay. I'll go get rid of it."

Lin Sanqi walked out of the house and saw a rural man in his 40s standing there swaying, and it was obvious that he had been drinking a lot.

When Feng Huogen saw that it was a strange man, he was stunned for a moment when he saw that he was dressed in a fancy suit, and then he chuckled:
"Does this damn Feng Ruoqi still have friends? I tell you, no matter who your friends are, in this small piece of land in Shangnan Village, you have to coil up like a dragon or lie down like a dog, otherwise you will not be able to leave the territory of Shuangfeng Township!"

Lin Sanqi gave a thumbs up, thinking that the poor man who had suddenly become rich was so arrogant that he had no limit, but he didn't know that there is always someone better than you.

There's no need to quarrel or threaten. If you want to deal with this kind of scoundrel, the best way is to make him a second-rate person again.

"Alright, alright, we just celebrated the New Year, let's all be quiet, come on, let's forget about smoking, ah, stop arguing."

Lin Sanqi took out a pack of cigarettes from his briefcase, lit it for the team leader, put the briefcase on the bicycle, lit the cigarette and went back into the house.

It looked like he had forgotten to take the bag.

Feng Huogen was about to curse a few more times when he suddenly saw the briefcase on the bicycle. His eyes rolled. He was already a second-rate guy with dirty hands, so how could he miss it now?

Inside the house, Bi Xinglong and Feng Ruoqi also looked out through the broken window. Seeing the scoundrel steal the bag, they were a little anxious:
"Dean Lin, he, he stole your bag."

Lin Sanqi didn't care at all: "I let him steal it on purpose. If he steals this briefcase today, he will be punished by being a labor camp inmate tomorrow."

After saying that, Lin Sanqi took out 100 yuan in cash, 30 kilograms of national food coupons, and a transfer letter:
"Comrade Feng Ruoqi, take this letter of transfer and go to the commune to transfer your household registration. Then buy a train ticket to Beiping as soon as possible and go to the Dongyue Temple outside Chaoyang Gate. It has now been converted into the Capital Infectious Disease Hospital. You should report to the Personnel Department.

You don't have to worry about accommodation, we have already prepared it, but each family can only be allocated one room. When our infectious disease hospital has money in the future, we will build a new staff dormitory."

Feng Ruoqi held Diaohan in silence for a long time, and finally said firmly:
"President Lin, I am grateful for your kindness. From now on, I, Feng, will be your person, President Lin, and I will never have any second thoughts."

Lin Sanqi waved his hand and said, "We are all here to serve the people. It doesn't matter whose people we are. Okay, I have to go find your old colleagues somewhere else. I won't stay here long as soon as possible."

Lin Sanqi and Bi Xinglong rode their bicycles back to the county town from Shuangfeng Township.

Then Lin Sanqi found the Shaoyang Regional Armed Forces Department with his officer certificate as a colonel staff officer and a letter of introduction from the Central Military Commission.

He said that his top-secret documents were stolen by enemy spies in Shangnan Village, Shuangfeng Township.

According to what Feng Ruoqi said later, the district leaders attached great importance to the case and sent people to Shangnan Village to search house by house that day. They arrested the enemy spy Feng Huogen on the spot and seized the briefcase and the confidential documents inside.

Lin Sanqi thought that this guy would at most be a labor camp prisoner for a few years, but he underestimated the reputation of the Central Army. A month later, Feng Huogen was shot. (End of this chapter)