A doctor who travels through two eras

The next day, Lin Sanqi returned to work at the Infectious Disease Hospital humming a little tune.

In the dean's office, first the head of the Finance Department, Zheng Meimei, came with a pile of invoices and receipts to report the expenses. Then Bi Xinglong, the head of the Medical Department and the acting head of the hospital, was reporting to Lin Sanqi on the recent situation of the hospital.

"How are those American doctors doing?"

"Speaking of this, it's so funny. These American experts have become more workaholics than us. The outpatient and inpatient departments are fine, but they are now in the laboratory day and night and refuse to come out. They keep saying that our Chinese equipment is decades more advanced than the United States and is so easy to use."

Lin Sanqi nodded, thinking that after all, he was a world-class medical expert and someone who knew what he was talking about.

"Oh, I have three names here. These two are in Zhoukou, and this one is in Nanyang. Please send a letter to transfer these three people to our infectious disease hospital. Quickly."

Lin Sanqi is much better than those corrupt officials who only take money but do not do their job. He is ready to handle the matter entrusted to him yesterday today.

Bi Xinglong took the address and the name and looked at them, and was not surprised at all.

Every hospital will definitely have some people with connections squeezed in; this is inevitable.

If we talk about the biggest family with connections, it must be the former Chinese Medicine Hospital. There are now more than 100 old employees in Changping, and each of them has been assigned a position.

"Then Dean Lin, how will we arrange the work positions for these three people after they arrive at the hospital?"

"This Tang Li was originally an accountant, so let her go to the Finance Department. Her lover used to work in the electromechanical factory and knows about circuits, so let him go to the General Affairs Department to repair the electrical circuit equipment in the hospital. And Gao Qin, let her go to the cleaning room of the General Affairs Department."

"Okay, I'll do it right away."

Just as Bi Xinglong was about to leave, he suddenly remembered something:

"Oh, by the way, the Foreign Affairs Department notified us a week ago that we should receive a group of Japanese guests. There may also be an important patient who needs our cooperation in consultation and hospitalization if necessary."

"Japanese?"

Lin Sanqi remembers that according to original history, we did not establish diplomatic relations with Japan until 1972.

It's different from the United States. The Americans are far away on the other side of the ocean. Back then, we had a good relationship with Stuart, so we couldn't be considered as enemies.

But Japan has brought terrible humiliation to our country. It is no exaggeration to say that we are an eternal enemy. Now there are Japanese people coming for a friendly visit? Aren't you afraid of being thrown bricks on the street?
Don't forget that there is still a custom in Guangdong that every household posts white Spring Festival couplets to commemorate the 19th Route Army soldiers who sacrificed their lives in the anti-Japanese war.

Bi Xinglong flipped through the notebook in his hand:

"President Lin, the Japanese delegation coming to China this time is the 'China-Japan Friendship Delegation'. The leader of the delegation is Saburo Nango, the president of Nichimen Industrial Company. They will arrive around July 7th."

Lin Sanqi nodded, thinking that since the Japanese American father was in the hospital, how could the Japanese son give him a grand reception? Just keep a normal attitude.

At this moment, in faraway Japan, in the office of the Department of Pulmonary Diseases at Kameda Medical Center.

At this time, Nango Saburo, the president of Nichimen Company, was looking at the group of doctors in front of him with an angry face:
"Professor Xiaonan, what disease did my wife have? It's been more than half a year, and you still haven't given me a definite answer. What's the point of me supporting your Kameda Medical Center? Is this how you repay me?"

Professor Kokusu Kokusu and the hospital's top brass just kept bowing and talking:

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, President. We have narrowed down the patient's possible illness to two types. One is lung cancer, and the other is probably just tuberculosis. However, these two diseases are currently..."

Nippon Cotton Company is one of the largest conglomerates in Japan. Its main business is not only cotton textile, but also involves the import and export of machinery and equipment, electronic instruments, chemical fibers, hardware and building materials, ships, grain, oil and food.

Even the Kameda Medical Center is an asset of the Nippon Cotton Company, which means that Saburo Nango is Professor Konan's real boss.

Faced with such a boss's boss, even though Konan Yukiki is the top doctor in Japan, he still has to give him some space and be obedient.

Nango Saburo became even angrier when he heard this explanation:
"Baga, you can't even diagnose the disease? Is it because your skills are too poor or your equipment is too poor? This is simply outrageous. Whether it's lung cancer or tuberculosis, can't you just treat these two diseases? It's better than dragging it out, right?"

Professor Xiaonan felt even more embarrassed, thinking that he was really a scholar meeting a soldier.

"Mr. President, we could have used both treatment modes, but we are currently facing three main difficulties.

One is that my wife's disease has not been diagnosed, so it is difficult to treat it symptomatically. The second difficulty is that there is no particularly good treatment for either lung cancer or tuberculosis, which means there is no cure.

The third difficulty is that my wife’s kidney function is very poor. If we continue to use the most advanced anti-cancer and anti-tuberculosis drugs in the world, I’m afraid my wife’s kidneys will collapse, which will worsen her condition.”

In fact, the patient's family members do not like to hear this kind of true description of the condition. They all have an escapist mentality. What they would like to hear most is good words like the patient can be cured and can survive.

Especially those who are rich and powerful, their thinking is even simpler. You, as a doctor, are just slaves. As a slave, you only need to cure my illness. Don’t talk to me about difficulties or reasons.

Professor Xiaonan, as the vice president of Kameda Medical Center and director of the Department of Pulmonary Diseases, now feels like he's screwed.

To be honest, he really didn't want to receive such high-class patients.

If he cured the patient, it means he is doing his job as a doctor; if he fails to cure the patient, it means he is a quack and incompetent doctor who cannot even guarantee the patient’s personal safety.

At this moment, Professor Xiaonan had only one thought in his mind: get this family away as soon as possible, and let them die wherever they want.

Nango Saburo was sitting there angrily at this time, and asked back:

"So what are you going to do next about my wife's illness?"

Professor Xiaonan seized the opportunity and quickly offered his opinion:
"Our Kameda Medical Center is the best hospital in Japan. If we are unable to help, then the best way now is to go to a hospital in the United States to see if they have invented the latest drugs and surgeries. Perhaps the lady can still be saved."

"Go to the United States..."

Nancun Sanxiang knew that this was the only way at the moment: "Then arrange a medical plane for me as soon as possible and send my wife to the United States, I..."

At this time, the secretary next to him reminded:
"President, we will be leaving for China in a few days, on the 13th. There is a schedule conflict. How about letting your wife go to the United States for treatment first, and you can rush over after your visit to China is over?"

Professor Xiaonan's ears perked up at this time, and suddenly he had an idea when he heard Huaguo:
"Wait, what you just said, Mr. Nanxiang is going to China?"

Nanxiang Saburo was a little surprised and nodded blankly: "Yeah, what's wrong?"

"Great, oh no, Mr. Nanxiang, please don't hit me, just listen to my explanation..."

Nango Saburo put down the ashtray in his hand and asked fiercely: "What's so good? If you don't have a reasonable explanation, I won't forgive you!"

"Hey, it's like this. China announced two months ago that they have conquered the treatment of tuberculosis. If this news is true, it is great news for Madam, because even if you go to the United States, there is no specific medicine there."

"Oh, is there such a thing?"

As the president of the Sino-Japanese Friendship Association, Saburo Nango could easily find out about China's affairs.

The secretary hurried out to make a phone call, and came back half an hour later, then nodded affirmatively:

"President, I just contacted China's foreign affairs department directly. They confirmed that China has invented anti-tuberculosis treatment and has set up a special infectious disease hospital for treatment. But I still have some doubts about this. Can China do it?"

Nango Saburo pondered for a while and rejected the secretary's idea:
"No, China certainly wouldn't joke about this kind of thing, not to mention that they announced it to the world on national media. If it was fake, there would be no need for such a lie that would be easily exposed.

The key is that they are now very eager to gain foreign recognition and attach great importance to international influence, so they should have invented a tuberculosis drug, but the production of the drug is probably somewhat difficult, otherwise it would have been widely promoted. "

Professor Xiaonan also interrupted at this time:
"President Nanxiang's analysis makes a lot of sense. As far as I know, the best pulmonary team in the United States, Professor Anthony and Professor Theodore from Harvard Medical School, are now in China. They are targeting tuberculosis."

When he heard that the American father had experts going to China, Nanxiang Saburo instantly became interested:

"How is it? Have the US team's assessment results come out? Is it true or false?"

As the most famous pulmonologist in Japan, Professor Xiaonan naturally knew some gossip.

"Well, there has been no news since the US team went there. According to what I know, the US medical team is planning to personally test the efficacy of China's anti-tuberculosis drugs, so they plan to stay in China for a few months and track the entire process."

Nango Saburo touched his chin at this time:

"Xiao Nan, what are the skills of Professor Anthony and Professor Theodore from Harvard Medical School that you mentioned? If I send my wife to China as well, and let the Harvard Medical School team and the Chinese team treat my wife together, do you think this is a good idea?"

Professor Xiaonan's eyes lit up and he nodded repeatedly:

"Yes, if we use the professor team of Harvard Medical School, plus China's anti-tuberculosis drugs, it will be a powerful combination. Maybe my wife can get better treatment. After all, they don't have specific drugs in the United States." In fact, what Professor Xiaonan wanted was to get rid of this patient as soon as possible. Neither the United States nor China are countries that this chaebol can offend, so he will be safe.

"However, President Nanxiang, there is another problem here. China may have anti-tuberculosis drugs, but their equipment must be backward. We need to prepare in advance for this."

Nanxiang Saburo nodded and looked at the attending physician with some appreciation:

"Xiao Nan, your idea is right, but this problem is easy to solve. You need to pack up all the most advanced equipment in your hospital. The requirement is that it can form a complete intensive care unit. It must be the most advanced."

Professor Xiaonan also reminded softly:

"President, some advanced equipment is banned from China, and it is impossible to get it in through formal channels."

"Don't worry about that. Our Japan Cotton Company has its own trading ships that will regularly stop at the Port of Jinmen in China. I can secretly send it over in advance, but this matter must be kept secret. Do you understand?"

"Hey, got it, I will definitely finish it!"

The boss has spoken, who dares to disobey?
That night, Kameda Medical Center drove out several large container trucks filled with medical equipment and some top-notch drugs, and quietly headed for the port.

A week later, a special plane also set off for a visit to China.

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In fact, from 1949 to 1972 when the two countries established diplomatic relations, although there was no official contact between China and Japan in name, people-to-people exchanges continued.

The China-Japan Friendship Association has always served as a bridge in the middle.

Of course, some of these private individuals are friendly to China, and they mostly look at China's various resources and consider it from a financial perspective.

However, China at this time had too few goods to export, and most of them were raw materials. Moreover, anything of slight value had to be sent to the big brother in the north to pay off debts.

In other words, Lin Sanqi, the time traveler, made a contribution. Advanced X-ray machines and coal became new exports, exchanging for valuable foreign exchange.

In the next few days, Lin Sanqi got the prescription medicine from Old Man Tang and started making old Moutai liquor, and was very busy.

These Moutai bottles, like those antiques, are of great significance to Lin Sanqi.

The purpose is not to cash out or auction. In any urban novel, after the protagonist acquires antiques and curios, including monkey stamps, none of them are sold.

Lin Sanqi and Tang An had the same idea. If they didn't cash in on the antiques, would they build a museum for people to visit for free? And would they have to spend a lot of money on security every year?

So whether it’s Moutai or antiques, Lin Sanqi doesn’t plan to sell them for money, but to give them away as gifts.

Especially those old men and old leaders, who can resist Lai Mao + Dong Qichang's calligraphy and painting? If there is, then add a Qianlong plum vase.

With these things, Lin Sanqi could accomplish anything he wanted.

A week later, the Japanese delegation finally visited the Capital Infectious Disease Hospital.

The big red flag stopped in front of the Dongyue Temple with a creaking sound, and a group of people got off the car.

Accompanied by Mr. Cheng, head of our foreign affairs department, Mr. Jing, general director of our health department, and Minister Li, Mr. Saburo Nango, chairman of the my country-Japan Friendship Association, got out of the car with a smile and began to look around.

Lin Sanqi and a group of hospital officials were waiting early.

Leader Cheng got out of the car and introduced himself in a loud Sichuan accent:

"Mr. Nanxiang, this is Dr. Lin Sanqi, the director of the Infectious Disease Hospital. He is also the inventor of anti-tuberculosis drugs. Don't be fooled by his young age, his medical skills are quite impressive."

Nango Saburo actually had some doubts in his heart. As the old saying goes, the older a doctor gets, the more popular he is. Being young is the "original sin" in the medical field.

"Doctor Lin, I've heard of you for a long time. I've heard of your name in Japan. I hope I won't bother you."

Lin Sanqi also smiled. He had to smile.

"Hello, Mr. Nanxiang. As a successful entrepreneur, I am surprised and honored that you can come to visit our Beiping Infectious Disease Hospital. This is a mask. Please put it on first, Mr. Nanxiang."

The secretary hurried forward and put a mask on the president himself, and everyone else followed suit and put on this extremely stuffy mask.

After Dr. Yukiki Konan took the mask, he found that this mask was different from other masks on the market, so he became very interested in this mysterious Chinese Hospital.

After Nango Saburo put on his mask, he found that half of the road was occupied by people queuing, so he asked curiously:
"Mr. Lin, are all these people here to queue up for medical treatment?"

"Mr. Nanxiang, to be exact, these people came to make appointments in advance. Now our hospital can only provide 850 appointments per day, and this is because there are 100 more appointments for American doctors. The hospital is full of patients, so we have no choice but to make appointments."

Nango Saburo and Professor Xiaonan looked at each other and thought:

There is a play, with so many patients every day, they can't be extras. This shows that this hospital can really cure tuberculosis, otherwise there wouldn't be so many people queuing up.

In Japanese hospitals, appointments are made by phone, and such long lines can only be seen when department stores are having sales.

Lin Sanqi didn't know the purpose of the Japanese visit, because according to normal logic, no foreigner would visit an infectious disease hospital, which was somewhat dangerous.

But these Japanese just came, and Lin Sanqi thought that apart from tuberculosis drugs, he could not think of any other reason.

"Make way, make way~~~"

At this moment, suddenly a few citizens pulled a handcart with a patient lying on it and took him into the hospital.

Leader Cheng frowned and criticized:
"Comrade Sanqi, why didn't you make arrangements in advance for this foreign guest to visit? Patients also need to be brought in by handcarts. Isn't this a reflection of our backwardness and a disgrace to us?"

Lin Sanqi was a little unconvinced:

"Boss, these patients made appointments more than half a month in advance. They finally got the appointments and came to see the doctor on time. I can't stop them and say I won't let them see the doctor. Let the foreign guests visit first? That's not right."

Leader Cheng was so angry that he looked at Leader Jing and said, "Old Jing, you don't care about Lin Sanqi?"

Leader Jing looked up at the sky and said indifferently:
"I think Comrade Sanqi is right. Our country's patients are much more important than foreign guests. Their treatment cannot be delayed."

Nango Saburo suddenly said leisurely:
"Director Lin, why do your patients need to be pulled by hand? Why not an ambulance?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the Chinese people all changed color, thinking that they were going to make a fool of themselves today and be looked down upon by the Japanese devils. Leader Cheng was about to speak but was stopped by Lin Sanqi.

Lin Sanqi smiled in his heart and thought, if you want to show off, don't blame me for morally blackmailing you.

"Mr. Nanxiang, China's medical conditions cannot yet be compared with those of Japan. We don't have much money, so the country has invested all of it in scientific research. You see, we don't even have an ambulance. Mr. Nanxiang, are you..."

Hearing this, Leader Cheng's face, which was originally gloomy, became even darker.

Even a fool could tell that Lin Sanqi was asking for an ambulance. Does he still have any respect for his national dignity?
Leader Cheng was thinking: We really don't have an ambulance, but you have to pretend that we do have one, and that we don't need one. How can you expose your own shame? Appearance is more important than substance.

Lin Sanqi was thinking: How can a guest come empty-handed? Besides, the capitalists don't lack for these cheap things, so why not take this opportunity to get some benefits? After all, the substance is more important than the appearance.

Sure enough, Nanxiang Saburo was also a Lianming person. He came here to ask for help and understood the importance of building good relationships in advance.

"Mr. Lin, I understand the difficulties that China is facing temporarily. So, to express my friendship, I decided to donate 10 ambulances to your infectious disease hospital. I hope you can accept them."

Lin Sanqi was delighted when he heard this, and thought to himself, old man, you are very smart.

"Ah, so how can I let Mr. Nanxiang spend money? Haha, then on behalf of the Infectious Disease Hospital, I would like to express my sincere gratitude to Mr. Nanxiang."

Leader Cheng and Leader Jing looked at each other, feeling helpless. This Lin Sanqi really didn't play by the rules and actually got him an ambulance.

Minister Li of the Ministry of Health was also ecstatic at this time. They got 10 ambulances in one go, and the Infectious Disease Hospital couldn't use them. Could they be distributed to other hospitals?

Lin Sanqi smiled even more at this time. He naturally had to be polite to his sponsor. What if he could get some gold coins?

"Mr. Nanxiang, please come in. I will personally show you around..." (End of this chapter)