Back to the 80s Machinery Factory

Chapter 285 Preparing for the Women's Basketball Tournament

The patients queuing behind the door saw that there was no one on Song Xiaoning's side, so they immediately knocked on the door and came in to sit on the stool to check their symptoms.

Lao Xue and Xiao Wu were observing secretly from the side.

When Song Xiaoning was treating patients, he would ask about their condition and their well-being, and he would speak softly and slowly.

The medicine prescribed was also standard, nothing out of the ordinary.

Xiao Wu and Lao Xue thought the little girl was quite normal no matter how they looked at her.

"Is it her?" Xiao Wu asked puzzledly.

"I don't know either." Old Xue also muttered secretly.

They didn't know many people in the provincial hospital, so it was better to be safe and finish their treatment.

Lao Xue's condition is quite serious.

Doctor Tian prescribed him an IV drip for three days.

After paying the money and getting the medicine, Lao Xue leaned on the hospital bed and squeezed together with several sick brothers to get an injection.

On the first day, Xiao Wu accompanied us from beginning to end.

But the next day, Lao Xue no longer needed him.

Firstly, there is still work to do in the workshop, and Xiao Wu has to go back to work on the car, so I can't always waste time with him here.

Secondly, Lao Xue is also good at chatting. He made the buddies who shared the same room with him familiar with each other on the first day.
It's also interesting to see a few grown men who don't know each other get together and brag to each other.

As they chatted, almost half of the hospital and patients knew that Lao Xue was a car manufacturer in a machinery factory, and they all came over to ask about him and what the car was like.

I finally finished seeing the last patient this morning.
Song Xiaoning rubbed his wrist gently, stood up and walked in the corridor to exercise.

After taking only two steps, I heard someone in the corridor shouting "Pull out the needle."

Song Xiaoning was close by, so he just walked over.

"Who wants to remove the needle?"

"I'll pull it out!"

Old Xue was talking excitedly about the Italian-designed car to his fellow patients who were getting injections in the ward.
Hearing Song Xiaoning's words, Lao Xue subconsciously raised his hand.

Song Xiaoning walked to the disinfection cabinet familiarly, took out the iron box containing disinfectant cotton and tape, walked to the IV bottle, and gently tapped the dropper.

Seeing that the medicine was almost finished, Song Xiaoning quickly removed the needle for Lao Xue, put on cotton and taped it.

"Press it for one minute, then you can let go."

Song Xiaoning gave careful instructions and raised his hand to carefully put away the glass medicine bottle on the hanger.

While collecting, he asked:

"How is it, are you still having a fever?"

Old Xue shook his head: "The fever is gone, but my stomach feels a little uncomfortable after the injection."

Song Xiaoning comforted him, "This is the effect of the medicine. Go home and drink some porridge. You will be fine in two days."

Old Xue looked at Song Xiaoning's well-behaved and quiet appearance, and the more he looked, the more strange it seemed to him.

He received an IV drip here for three days, and Dr. Xiao Song was treating him.

There is not a single patient she has seen who fails to praise her for being a good person.

Old Xue hesitated for a long time and then asked tentatively, "Doctor Song, besides treating colds and fevers, what other illnesses can you treat?"

Song Xiaoning smiled and said, "I can treat both major and minor illnesses. My mother is also a doctor, so I have learned a lot."

Lao Xue asked again tentatively: "Can you see the athlete's foot?"

Song Xiaoning answered openly, "Yes, I do. Comrade, do you have athlete's foot? I can help you take a look."

Song Xiaoning's frankness made Lao Xue feel embarrassed.

"I have a colleague who has athlete's foot and wants to see a doctor. Since you can diagnose it, I will recommend one to him when I get back," said Lao Xue.

Song Xiaoning nodded: "Yes, you can ask your comrades to come anytime, I'm here every day."

After leaving the provincial hospital, Lao Xue looked back in confusion.

Could the doctor Xiao Chen is talking about be this Doctor Xiao Song?
It doesn’t look like it!
……

Old Xue, who has returned to work in good health, put aside the matter of Dr. Xiao Song at the Provincial Hospital and continued to devote himself to his work.

During the two days that he was away from the factory, the gossipy Xiao Wu was not idle at all.

On the first day after accompanying Lao Xue back from the IV drip, Xiao Wu told his brothers in the factory that he had met Dr. Xiao Song from the Provincial Hospital.

When everyone heard that the "folk remedy doctor" was a fair and gentle girl, they were all extremely surprised and curious.

There are also a few people who are bored and plan to go to the provincial hospital in a few days, using the excuse of poor digestion, to ask Doctor Song to prescribe some Hawthorn Pills to try it out.

But speaking of hospitals,

The factory has been carrying out a large-scale virus disinfection recently, and the smell of burning vinegar is everywhere you go.

Wataru Ebe couldn't stand the smell of vinegar, so he would stand outside for a long time every time, waiting until the smell had almost dissipated before coming back to continue working.

At noon that day, the workshop had just finished spraying vinegar when Jiangbian Wataru excitedly dragged Xiao Wu and Lao Jiang to the playground.

In order to make the women's sports meeting more cohesive and cohesive,
In addition to the usual rope skipping, shuttlecock kicking, tug-of-war and table tennis competitions,

The union also divides the workshops into groups, selecting female comrades with good physical fitness from each workshop to form basketball and volleyball teams, and organizes group competitions during fun sports meetings.

The female comrades who participated in team competitions such as basketball and volleyball were all armed and used their lunch time to cooperate, practice tactics, and exercise.

The sports field usually occupied by male comrades was packed with female soldiers these past two days, attracting many male comrades in the factory to watch.

And Wataru Ebe was an active member of the crowd.

Every day, as long as there were people practicing at the table, he would happily run over to watch.

From time to time, he would stand next to it and swing the little racket a few times, looking eager to try a few more swings.

"Our event this year was really great! It was so lively!!!"

In the large office of the factory building

Chairman Jia of the trade union and Chairman Sui of the Women's Federation stood by the window, watching the lively scene on the playground.

The large table behind them was filled with works participating in the factory's International Women's Day literary and artistic works selection.

Needless to say, there are paintings of several Italian female engineers.

Whether it is painting skills or international friendship, the paintings are quite good.

Everyone was awarded an excellent award, and there is nothing wrong with rewarding each person with a teacup.

The rest are the literary and artistic works of the women workers in the factory.

These works include prose poetry, calligraphy and painting, and even small crocheted crafts.

Each one looks good.

According to the factory's original plan, all works participating in the literary and artistic selection will receive prizes and will be posted on various bulletin boards in the factory for display.

The other displays are easy to say.
We need to discuss how to arrange the two propaganda boards in front of the factory office building.

Although we usually give some preferential treatment to family members and leaders, it is understandable.

But it would be boring if this kind of non-competitive display of artistic works were to cause trouble.

But nevertheless...

"Comrade Feng Jiuxiang's painting 'Magpie on a Plum Tree' is really good!"

Chairman Sui of the Women's Federation looked at it from left to right and still felt that Feng Jiuxiang's painting was pleasing to the eye.

The birds in the painting are lively and cute,
The key is that the title is well written!

"The spring breeze of reform fills the garden, and plum blossoms bloom on the branches to welcome spring."

"What a beautifully written poem!" Chairman Sui exclaimed.

"It's really good!"

Chairman Jia also nodded and said: "Comrade Feng Jiuxiang's ideological awareness is really high. As soon as these two lines came out, the idea was immediately raised."

When Xiao Xu, the officer next to him, heard this, he immediately understood what he meant.

"Then I'll take out Comrade Feng's painting and put it in front." Seeing that neither leader objected,

Secretary Xu picked up the painting and put it aside.

"By the way, Lao Sui, what do you think after reading Xiao Xu's materials?" Chairman Jia asked.

Two days ago, Secretary Xu wrote a workshop inspection report for International Women's Day. In the report, in addition to a detailed introduction to the learning activities in the rubber workshop, he especially praised their workshop working methods.

Now is the beginning of the year,
The provincial trade union is organizing and preparing an advanced activity of "striving to be a model and setting examples", and all factories and units must report outstanding examples to the higher authorities.

In previous years, the units that sent the materials to the provincial machinery factory for selection were either Chen Dazhi's forging workshop or Jin Dagui's smelting workshop.

However, this year, the factory office, R&D workshop and assembly workshop are also developing rapidly and the competition is very fierce.

Originally, these things had nothing to do with the Women's Federation.

But Chen Luyang’s rubber workshop is too eye-catching!
Not only is the workshop clean and tidy, they have also introduced their own workshop working methods.

This is something very novel!
If it is reported to the provincial trade union and approved, it may be promoted throughout the province.

So after Chairman Sui got the manuscript, he sent a copy to Chairman Jia of the trade union.

"I've read the materials."

Chairman Jia said politely, "But we still need to consult with Deputy Director Yu and Director Wang for instructions on the details. We have to let the leaders know."

Chairman Sui smiled and said, "This is necessary. I also think that the rubber workshop is well done, and I want to provide an additional reference for the leadership."

Chairman Jia smiled and said, "Yes, we are just serving as a reference. The specific decision still lies with the factory leaders."

"I heard that this year's March 8th Red Flag Bearer from our factory is Zhang Huilan from the R&D workshop?"

Chairman Sui saw that the other party had changed the subject and joined in the conversation:
"Last year, Comrade Huilan worked with colleagues in the ministry to improve the design of water bomber parts. She also went to southern China to provide technical support and guidance to three aviation industry institutes. Her achievements were remarkable, and her selection was approved by the factory leaders."

……

Listening to the two chairmen chatting, Secretary Xu felt it was inconvenient to stay and ask more questions, so he picked up the agreed works on the table and went downstairs to post the literary and artistic works.

After get off work in the evening,

The workers found that the content of the factory's propaganda board had been changed, and they all went to have a look.

"Hey, Hisako!!! Isn't this your painting?"

Mrs. Wang pointed at the billboard and shook Feng Jiuxiang's arm excitedly.

"Where is it? Let me take a look!"

Feng Jiuxiang stood on tiptoe and looked inside through the crack in the person's head.

I saw my painting "Magpie on the Plum Tree" posted high on the billboard.

"Oh my, it's really mine!!!"

Feng Jiuxiang was immediately happy: "Let me see where yours is?"

The two little sisters walked hand in hand from the propaganda board in front of the factory office building to the propaganda board in the cafeteria.

Then walk from the cafeteria's propaganda board to the bathhouse's propaganda board.

Then I walked from the bathhouse's propaganda board to the staff dormitory, and only then did I find a short prose poem written by Mrs. Xiao Wang on another board.

Mrs. Xiao Wang felt a little lost.

"Lirong, look how well you wrote this little poem!"

Feng Jiuxiang comforted her little sisters.

To be honest, Mrs. Xiao Wang writes very well.

The writing is beautiful.

The handwriting is beautiful too!

But the idea is a bit off.

The only page describes the scenery, and has nothing to do with reform and opening up and the care and love of the factory leaders.

As she thought about it, Feng Jiuxiang thought of Chen Luyang.

Fortunately, I listened to the second brother and mentioned "Reform and Opening Up" on the painting, otherwise my "Magpie on the Plum Tree" would have to be hung behind the bathhouse.

"Lirong! Don't cook by yourself tonight. It's such a happy day, let's go out to eat!"

Feng Jiuxiang took Mrs. Wang and left.

Mrs. Xiao Wang was still a little embarrassed: "Then why don't we go home and cook?"

Feng Jiuxiang said: "No more!"

"Why should we cook for them during the holidays? We cook for them all day long."

"I told them this morning that they should make their own meals if they're hungry and wash their own clothes these days. Don't blame us for everything."

"Let them go out drinking and have fun every day. Today we should go out to eat too!"

Mrs. Xiao Wang was moved!
"Then wait for me to go home first and tell my wife, and then we can go together after we're done!"

Feng Jiuxiang readily agreed: "Okay! Let's go!"

……

In the fusion workshop at night,

Chen Luyang, who had no one to cook for at home, was leading a group of men to set up the workshop.

Since there are many teams participating in the factory's workshop basketball competition,

Therefore, the machinery factory decided to start playing basketball round-robin matches a week before the holiday.

"Director, do you think this is okay?"

Dong Mangui was standing on a ladder, holding a piece of red paper in his hand, and was raising it towards the wall with his arms stretched out.

"Okay! Just post it here!"

Chen Luyang was directing from a distance.

Soon, the spacious walls of the workshop were covered with large words: "The workshop is beautiful because of you, celebrating the Happy Women's Day to all the female comrades in the workshop."

Chen Luyang asked Ma Guangbei from the logistics department for the red paper.

The black words were written by Director Niu in the office at Chen Luyang's request.

Are the female comrades in the workshop celebrating the festival?

As the director, he has to show his appreciation.

In fact, if there were fewer female comrades in the workshop, and only a few of them, he would buy some fruit candies or something like that for these female comrades at his own expense as comfort items, and give them out to express his care.

But there are dozens of female workers in the workshop, and he can't afford it no matter how rich he is!

After much thought,

Chen Luyang decided to start with the atmosphere and create a warm festive atmosphere in the workshop.

So Chen Luyang asked someone to get these things and put up the celebratory slogans three days in advance to make the female comrades in the workshop happy.

Just finished putting up the slogan here.
Huang Pingtao, Du Han and a dozen other people came in panting.

"Director, I've bought the soda."

Huang Pingtao was sweating from exhaustion. "And the iron basket you mentioned, we also brought one back from the boiler room."

Chen Luyang looked at the boxes of soda and the iron baskets used to deliver lunch boxes to the workers, and asked worriedly:
"Where's the thermos? Are there enough thermoses?"

Huang Pingtao said, "That's enough! Ten or so, definitely enough!"

Chen Luyang: "Okay! Well, everyone, listen to me!"

Chen Luyang clapped his hands, and all the male workers who were busy in the workshop looked up.

"Tomorrow, the female workers in our workshop will be playing basketball!"

"We can't help with the playing, but we must do the logistics work!"

"Everyone, eat more tomorrow! Show off your strength and energy and cheer on the women in our workshop!"

(End of this chapter)