Old man Xiao's words made everyone in the conference room shudder.
Mr. Cao Yingfu held his tea cup and smiled bitterly:
"I went to Kaifeng. You may not know what's going on there. I don't want to say more. If I say too much, it will discredit the place. In short, if our hospital hadn't called me back to Beijing, I'm afraid I wouldn't have survived the spring. Haha.”
"Then I'm better than you. I went to Sichuan Province. The disaster there is not serious, but too much food has been transferred out of Sichuan and Shu. The people are very dissatisfied. The man named Li is now being scolded to the point of being autistic. He It’s just like blowing a fire torch to torture me - a sexy torture.”
Old man Hao Zhanchen spoke more excitedly, and his dialect was spitting out. It was obvious that the old man was quite angry.
The old man Han Bangxu next to him couldn't help complaining:
"You old guys are just stupid and deserve to starve to death. What do we do? We are doctors. We usually treat people's diseases and prescribe prescriptions when we go to the countryside. It's not too much to give the patient a steamed bun as a consultation fee, right? There are conditions. You should give us an egg, right? How can we starve to death?”
Mr. Jiang Zonghui laughed and cursed:
"Mr. Han Zhen, how dare you say that? Your specialty is acupuncture. You can travel all over the world with just one silver needle. You can do it without medicine. We have to prescribe medicine. How can myrrh cure the disease? You It is said that the rural areas are so poor that they only eat dirt, so where can the medicinal materials come from?”
Old Man Han rolled his eyes deliberately:
"That's because you are not good at studying medicine. Come on, come on, call me master now. I will accept you good disciples and teach you our Han family's acupuncture right away. How about that?"
"Ah, Han Laozhen, you old fool want to eat shit?"
"That's right, you think you're the only one who knows acupuncture? I can also do the thirteen Du Meridian acupuncture!"
"This time I go to Changping and ask Mr. Han to go to the countryside with acupuncture to beg for alms. If he doesn't get alms, he will starve to death!"
"Hahaha~~~~"
Old and young children burst into laughter as they argued and argued. It was obvious that being able to return to Beijing made the old people feel a lot happier.
These old men are quite miserable. Before the liberation, they were all the best among people. After the liberation, they were also national treasures in the traditional Chinese medicine hospital. However, they made a mistake and went to other places and became straw. Everyone avoided them, let alone any extra care.
Before the Chinese New Year, Lin Sanqi was busy shopping (traveling) all over the world, while Dean Shen and the leaders of traditional Chinese medicine hospitals were looking for people all over the world, sending old men who had been sent back to their place of origin or sent to the countryside one by one. I found it and took it back to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital.
In doing so, Dean Shen and other leaders took risks, which can be said to be a great merit and responsibility.
Of course, the reason for the traditional Chinese medicine hospital is also sufficient. The old men are "released on medical parole".
The youngest of these old men, Lu Yuanlei, is 71 years old, the oldest Ren Yingqiu is 85 years old, and even Shi Jinmo is 79 years old.
The old men are all frail and sick, and are in their twilight years. They cannot work at all. The local government still has to take care of three meals a day. It is impossible to generate any economic benefits for the local government and can only be regarded as a negative asset.
The key point is that none of these old men have simple identities. Taking over locally is also a hot potato. If you don't take it, it is a higher-level task. If you take it, it is to invite an ancestor back.
In fact, it will be the same decades later. Which prison would dare to accept those elderly people in their 80s and 90s who commit crimes? They all let their family members take them home early, or put it mildly, ask them to be released on medical parole and monitored at home.
Now the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital has taken the initiative to accept them and bring them back to the capital for labor reform, and it is too late for the local government to send them to the plague god.
Some people may say, these old men have excellent medical skills, and there is a serious shortage of doctors in rural areas. Why not let them use their spare energy?
The question is, who dares? The higher-ups ask them to reform, not to enjoy their happiness. Do you want to rebel against your superiors?
After sending away these old national treasures, Dean Shen deliberately kept Lin Sanqi behind.
"Xiao Qi, I leave these old gentlemen to you. If you can learn half of their skills, you will be enough to become one of the most powerful people in the field of Chinese medicine. There is no guarantee that you will be able to take over my class by then. ”
Lin Sanqi laughed a bit, don't take the big pie painted by the leader seriously.
"Uncle Shen, I have a question. You asked me to feed them, but it doesn't make sense to ask me to pay for it personally. Besides, with my salary of more than 50 yuan a month, how many days can I support them?"
Lin Sanqi decided to speak clearly. He didn't want to be taken advantage of.
Otherwise, if he dares to promise to support 12 old men today, and will send 120 old men tomorrow, then he will become the president of a university for the elderly, and he will still pay for it at his own expense.
Dean Shen chuckled, obviously having thought about this problem:
"How can it be possible for you to bear the responsibility personally? Our hospital will pay for this, but you have to help find a solution for the food stamps and food. If the old gentleman still wants to eat meat, you have to help get it. ”
Lin Sanqi frowned: "Uncle Shen, you are a bit deceptive. Why do I need money? I don't like money."
Lin Sanqi thought to herself that there was still 20,000 yuan in cash that had not been spent on new year purchases. If it could not be spent, the money would be like waste paper. What use would it be?
Dean Shen is a smart man after all, and he immediately understood Lin Sanqi’s little thoughts:
"Okay, Uncle Shen understands. What you want is Northeastern wild ginseng. Don't worry, this matter will be taken care of by me. In a few days, I will ask the purchasing department to arrange a business trip to Changbai Mountain. I will definitely bring you a large amount of wild ginseng. Are you satisfied now?”
"The quantity must be large, and the vintage must be large. No forest ginseng or garden ginseng is needed."
"Go, go, go, it's all up to you."
Dean Shen had nothing to do with Lin Sanqi. Who said this kid had an irreplaceable role?
"By the way, you are going to leave for Changping tomorrow and prepare in advance to welcome the arrival of the employees. Only you and Vice President Ji know about the 12 elderly people. In name, you are the leader of the transformation team, and you are not responsible for the others. They all have to be kept secret." Lin Sanqi suddenly thought of another thing:
"If it is kept secret from others, then when everyone has to work collectively, will these old gentlemen work hard?"
Dean Shen didn’t even want to answer:
"Of course they have to work, even if they show off to outsiders. They are now nominally employees who have made mistakes, and they cannot be special in case they are caught in a pigtail."
Now Lin Sanqi understood and knew the scale.
The next day, against the cold wind, Lin Sanqi drove Vice President Ji to the Changping Branch again, also known as Capital Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine Changping Farm.
The winter in the north is really cold. Lin Sanqi's small jeep did not have air conditioning. When the two got out of the car, their feet were numb from the cold.
Yang Shaohua, chief of the general affairs section of the branch hospital, was already waiting. Chief Yang didn't even go home for the Chinese New Year and had been busy at the construction site.
"Dean Ji, Xiaoqi, you are here."
Vice President Ji shook his feet and waved his hand:
"Let's go, don't freeze outside. Let's check whether the supporting equipment and the house are ready first? We don't want anyone to freeze to death before they starve to death in this wilderness."
The building in the Changping branch is mainly a small "mouth-shaped" building used as an outpatient department and office area. There is no inpatient department.
There are a total of 4 two-story tube buildings in the family courtyard, with 15 households on the first floor, and a public kitchen, toilet and bath room.
There are also two rows of bungalows, and the bungalow dormitory area is arranged for the use of old employees with inconvenient legs and feet.
There are 132 employees from the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital here this time. Except for Lin Sanqi’s special situation, all the other people have brought their children and their daughters with them. Therefore, the total population of the Changping Branch will exceed 500 by then.
The whole branch is different from other units in that there is no canteen. All employees, including middle-level cadres, have to provide three meals a day by themselves.
After all, it had been agreed in advance that branch employees would not participate in food distribution. They were equivalent to semi-black households, and could only receive money but not food.
Therefore, collective canteens cannot be established. If they are established, they are taking advantage of socialism. They can easily be caught by some people, and in the end they cannot even open a branch.
Vice President Ji took Lin Sanqi and Yang Shaohua to look at them room by room, looking very carefully.
When a few people came to the bungalow area, Vice President Ji saw a few fire pits in the house a little strange:
"Why are there fire pits in this row of houses? Shaohua, what kind of drama are you singing? Let me tell you, our leading cadres cannot be special."
When Yang Shaohua heard this, he quickly cried out:
"Dean Ji, you have wronged me. Xiao Qi entrusted me with this matter. He said it has a special purpose."
Lin Sanqi lowered her voice and whispered in Vice President Ji's ear:
"This is prepared for those old gentlemen. There is no heating equipment here, so I decided to make the fire pit on my own. I will figure out how much coal to use, and I will not charge the hospital's account."
Vice President Ji understood immediately and patted Lin Sanqi on the shoulder:
"You did a good job on this. I didn't even expect it. You don't have to worry about the coal. Leave it to me."
Lin Sanqi thought to herself that it would be better to do more than to do less. Besides, there are a total of 4 rooms here with fire pits, and one of them was secretly prepared for herself...
After checking the office area and family area, Vice President Ji came to the field and felt worried again when he looked at the frozen soil under his feet.
"Xiaoqi, come on, try the soil conditions in this location first."
Lin Sanqi was holding an iron rake in her hand at this time. She spat two mouthfuls of saliva into the palm of her hand, then turned the iron rake and pushed it down hard.
The iron rake did not sink very deeply into the soil. It was obvious that the ground was frozen hard and was not suitable for agricultural production at all.
Vice President Ji frowned even more tightly. He took the iron rake and tried it himself. The result was equally disappointing:
"It's over, it's over, this kind of soil is not suitable for farming, and the mud layer is not thick, and there is a layer of stone underneath."
Lin Sanqi looked around and found that there was no well next to the field, so he asked curiously:
"Chief Yang, how will we deal with this water source in the future?"
There are canals between fields in the south. When water is needed, the water will flow down the canals. Farmers will open up the stems of their fields to leave a gap, and the water will flow into the fields.
But the land in the north is just flat plains, with no canals or ditches, and now there are no wells. So how can we carry out production?
Yang Shaohua was also a little helpless:
"The main reason is that winter is not suitable for drilling wells, and our funds are not very sufficient. Now we hope that the Xingfu River will have enough water next year, and then the river water will be used to irrigate the fields."
Lin Sanqi thought to herself, knowing that the rivers in the plains have dried up in recent years, where can the streams in the mountains come from? (End of chapter)