The Barefoot Doctor of the Siheyuan

Facing this unreasonable family, Qin Huairu wanted to cry without tears.

She knew that it would be in vain to explain further, so she could only carry Xiao Dang into the room.

Jia Zhangshi looked at Li Donglai in the crowd with a gloomy expression: "Li Donglai, you little thief, dare not respect my old wife, I will let you know tomorrow!"

"Yes, let him know it's great!" Bang Terrier got excited and started stepping on big ants.

. . .

As night fell, the courtyard that had been noisy all day returned to peace.

Under the dim white paper light bulb, Li Donglai began to calculate his wealth.

This is the habit he developed after crossing into this world.

No way, in this era, a steamed bun may decide a person's life and death.

Living within your means is the law of survival.

. . .

A total of 121 students were received in the tutoring class, and 242 yuan was credited to the account.

It took 48 to buy a hat.

The wages of He Yuyu and Yan Bugui are 10 yuan.

Li Xiaomei and Ran Qiuye are volunteers, free of charge.

Net profit was 183.

Plus Director Hu's 5 yuan.

A total of 188 yuan.

Groceries, electricity, briquettes, my sister's tuition, Cuban sugar, and herbs for the villagers.

A total of 25 cents were spent.

Well, there is still 155 bucks left.

It seems that the only way to buy a bicycle is to wait for the salary to be paid.

Staring at the bare, mottled, pickled roof, Li Donglai fell into a deep sleep with a dream.

. . .

The next day.

For ordinary people, today is always the same as yesterday.

In the early morning, Li Donglai watched Li Xiaomei leave the courtyard with the team as usual, and then carried the medical kit to go to work.

Unlike before, he received a lot of greetings.

Brother Liu: "Dr. Li, go to work."

Uncle Zhang: "Dr. Li, have you eaten?"

Yi Zhonghai: "Donglai, you did a good job yesterday. I will report this gathering as a model of residents' unity."

Liu Haizhong: "Donglai, I'm the second uncle of the compound. If you have something in the future, feel free to find me."

Yan Bugui: "Manager Li, I must go to work on time."

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When he came to the rolling mill, Li Donglai greeted the comrades in Mengang, took out some Banzhilian and handed them in.

Banzhilian, the common people call it tea, is very common in the mountains.

After the aunts from Qinjiagou picked them, they put them in a steamer and steamed them until cooked.Then expose to the sun.

Soak in boiling water to clear heat and detoxify.

When farming is busy, the village chief Qin Sanmin will make a large pot of tea with tea in the cafeteria.

Packed in old gasoline barrels, sent to the fields to relieve the summer heat for the commune members.

There are two gasoline barrels in Qinjiagou with a five-pointed star embossed on them.

The dark green paint on the outside has been mottled, revealing the black metal surface.

There was a gasoline can with bullet holes, soldered in pale grey, looking ugly.

This ugly gasoline barrel is Qin Sanmin's treasure.

According to Qin Sanmin, this was given to him by a comrade in the army when he participated in a support mission.

. . .

The security officers also recognized Cha and said that they all thanked them: "Dr. Li, have you returned to your hometown?"

"Yeah, the folks gave it to me, and I can't use it all by myself. This thing clears heat and detoxifies. You are in the defense work, and you are very angry, so it is suitable for you."

"Dr. Li is still thoughtful."

Li Donglai left the gate and did not go to work directly, but came to the personnel office.

In the Office of the Personnel Department, Director Hu was waiting eagerly.

As the saying goes, men have three major sufferings, among which 'the wife is like a wolf and I am like a mouse' is ranked first.

Every day, the contemptuous eyes of his daughter-in-law made him unable to raise his head at home.

At night, I can only go to Shichahai with a fishing rod to be a fisherman.

It wasn't until late at night that he quietly touched his home.

Seeing Li Donglai coming in, Director Hu stood up excitedly.

He stared at Li Donglai's medical box on his shoulder: "Comrade Donglai, have you picked up the herbs I want?"

Li Donglai opened the medical box and took out a package of herbs: "Uncle Hu, I will never forget your business."

Looking at the familiar herbs inside, Director Hu burst into tears.

Madam, I'm doing it again!

. . .

Alas, I hope the placebo effect will continue to work on Director Hu!

Li Donglai came to the internal medicine clinic with a belly.

As soon as he walked to the door, he met Dean Jiao.

To be precise, Dean Jiao was waiting for him.

Through an old friend, he explained the matter of 'gastric lavage' to Professor Hu Guangshen, the editor-in-chief of the Chinese Medical Journal.

Professor Hu Guangshen is very interested.

Now large foreign hospitals have also begun to use gastric lavage for patients who have taken pesticides by mistake.

However, the technology is not yet mature.Each time it causes damage to the patient's gastrointestinal tract.

Now foreign medical experts are focusing on overcoming this problem.

Li Donglai can use simple equipment to perform non-destructive gastric lavage on patients.

This is incredible.

Modern Chinese medicine is weak, and although the Chinese Medical Journal is a bilingual journal, it is published simultaneously at home and abroad.

Each domestic version is mostly translated foreign medical papers, while the foreign version introduces the development of Chinese medicine in China.

This situation is embarrassing.

Professor Hu Guangshen can't wait to publish the gastric lavage technique in the magazine.

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Chapter 67 Trouble at the Food Station

In the internal medicine clinic.

Ding Qiunan listened to the conversation between Dean Jiao and Li Donglai.

My heart is both happy and a little worried.

As a professional doctor, she is very aware of Professor Hu Guangshen's status in the Chinese medical community.

Hu Guangshen was a famous Chinese and Western medicine expert before liberation.

Known as a leader in the Chinese medical field.

After liberation, Hu Guangshen refused invitations from many foreign medical institutions and large hospitals.

He became a tenured professor at Tsinghua Chi University.

While serving as the editor-in-chief of the Chinese Medical Journal, he vigorously cultivated talents.

Over the decades, there have been countless peaches and plums.

Most of the students under the door hold important positions such as department directors and deans in major hospitals.

Some have also become the backbone of the medical sector.

Once he was spotted by Professor Hu Guangshen, Li Donglai's days in the rolling mill hospital would not be long.

Next to her, nurse Liu Fang, who was helping to sort out the prescription, also realized this.

She looked at Ding Qiunan's fidgety little appearance.

I feel resentment in my heart, the little girl is thin-skinned.

Between men and women, isn't that a bit of a mess.

Take the initiative and sleep in a quilt.

Broken, it came naturally.

Drag it any longer, and the cucumber dishes are cold.

Ding Qiunan treats people with kindness at heart. Although he is a college student, he is not arrogant.