Huang Zhong's question seemed casual, but it contained a lot of information.
How much does a hospital director, a division-level cadre, earn in a year? How can he afford a luxury car worth hundreds of thousands of yuan?
Hundreds of thousands! This was an astronomical figure in the 1980s, a number that 99.99% of Chinese people couldn't even imagine.
So where does your money come from?
If one cannot explain clearly, he will definitely be caught. Chen Xia has just arrived and cannot tell whether others are human or ghost.
Chen Xia was stunned when he heard what Secretary Huang said, then he immediately figured out the key points and said with a smile:
"I drive this car. It was given to me by my grandfather, who is the chairman of the Xiangjiang Four Seasons Group."
Huang Zhong had also seen the Xiangjiang Four Seasons Group in the newspaper. He was shocked and blurted out:
"Your grandfather is the boss of Four Seasons Group? Then are you the war hero Chen Xia?"
"Hey, that's me!"
Huang Zhong was now excited and shook Chen Xia's hand again:
"Ah, so it really is you. Nice to meet you. When you roared at me, I wonder how many people in my country were moved. But why, why did you come to this poor place like ours to take up a temporary position?"
This is how ordinary people think. If you already have a mine at home, is there any need to come here and starve?
"Hey, stop talking. I used to be the vice president of Yuezhou People's Hospital. The leaders arranged for me to take up this position in order to develop medical technology in the central and western regions."
Tsewang Lhamo said with emotion at this time:
"Now that we're here, let's go straight to the People's Hospital and let our comrades in the east take a look. Wang Shu really needs a doctor."
We just walked and found that the People's Hospital was less than 500 meters away from the guesthouse, so we chatted as we walked.
The entire Wangshu urban area is only a few square kilometers. Its population and area may not be as large as Ke Town. It can only be called a "mini city."
But at least everything is there, such as cinemas, supply and marketing cooperatives, schools, hospitals, etc., all concentrated in one area.
When we arrived at the hospital gate, Vice President Luo Budaji had already heard the news and was waiting at the hospital gate with the staff...
Chen Xia had imagined that life at Wang Shuzhou People's Hospital would be difficult, but he never expected it to be this difficult.
The entire hospital is made up of bungalows. Except for a few office areas which are brick and tile houses, most of the houses are made of mud walls. The roads inside the hospital are all mud, and there is a lot of animal feces left on them.
If this hospital were in Yuezhou, people would believe it was a garbage dump.
Vice President Lobudaji was still enthusiastically introducing Chen Xia:
"Director Chen, we now have 58 staff members in the hospital, including 16 doctors, and we have two wards: internal medicine and surgery."
Chen Xia asked, "How many of these 16 doctors have a university degree? How many have only a secondary technical school degree?"
Lobudaji smiled awkwardly: "There is only one college student here, and he volunteered to support the plateau. There are two technical secondary school graduates, and the rest have only elementary and junior high school educations."
Chen Xia gasped in shock. This was a highly professional hospital, so how come most of the employees were not graduates of medical majors?
An elementary school student treating patients? This scene is too beautiful to even imagine.
(In fact, even as of 2020, there are very few practicing physicians in county and township hospitals in central and western China. One reason is that they cannot pass the certification exam, and the other is that those who pass the exam immediately resign and leave.)
As they were talking, the group walked into the hospital outpatient hall.
As soon as I entered the hospital, I smelled a strange smell. Amitabha, it’s not that Chen Xia has a strong sense of superiority, it’s just an objective description of a fact.
There was indeed a strange smell in the hospital, which came from the local ethnic minority patients.
Chen Xia had read some rumors in his previous life that ethnic minorities in certain snowy areas rarely took baths, and some even didn't wash their faces. What was even more exaggerated was that some people rarely changed their clothes, and only wore a large robe in winter, which they washed once a year.
Such personal hygiene will easily breed bacteria, viruses and parasites, and it would be strange if you don’t get sick.
Chen Xia didn't know what to do all of a sudden. The hospital was poor, there were few doctors and most of them were barefoot doctors, the patients had poor hygiene habits, and they were poor.
He'd only been in office for a short year. After the domestic storm had died down, he'd definitely leave. What would happen then? Would nothing change?
Chen Xia is a person who believes in fate. Since he came to Wangshu, this is the "cause" and fate has connected him with this place.
He hoped that after he left, he could bring some changes to this poor place.
When the hospital staff saw the state leader coming in with a young man, they all looked over curiously.
Vice President Luo Budaji clapped his hands:
"Everyone, please come over here. Let me introduce you to Comrade Chen Xia. She is from Yuezhou Hospital in Zhijiang Province. Starting today, she will serve as the director of our Wangshuzhou People's Hospital. Welcome everyone."
Regardless of whether it was sincere or perfunctory, the applause was very enthusiastic. At least it was much better than the treatment that kid Li Jun received in Yuezhou Hospital.
Huang Zhong and Ciwang Lamu also encouraged everyone and left. Chen Xia's procedures were handed over to the relevant staff, so he didn't have to run errands.
Lobudaji took Chen Xia to each department, introducing him to the hospital staff along the way.
Names like Qi Mi Zhuo Ga, Dawa Yang Zong, La Zhen, Ge Sang Qu Zhen, and Tsering Deji, after going through all of them, Chen Xia felt dizzy. These names were really too difficult to remember.
However, the person who impressed him the most was Tang Lijiang, a Han Chinese surgeon who graduated from Xining Medical College and has been working in Wangshu for many years.
Chen Xia has great respect for such talents. They are pure people who are free from vulgarity and are people that all doctors should learn from.
There are not many patients in the hospital. Many Han people have formal salaries and some money. Ethnic minorities mainly rely on animal husbandry and planting. It is difficult for them to fill their stomachs, so how can they have spare money to come to the hospital for treatment?
If you really have an acute illness, you can only wait to die. By the time you ride a yak for hundreds of kilometers to the hospital, you will be already dead.
As mentioned earlier, Wangshu is almost as big as three Zhijiang provinces, which is larger than the free shipping areas of Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai combined.
Think about it, a herdsman has appendicitis. He rides a horse and drives cattle from Xuzhou to Hangzhou. Several days and nights pass. Will the patient die?
Chen Xia went to the pharmacy again to take a look. There were only a few medicines. At least he didn't see any medicines produced by Pumpkin Vine Pharmaceutical. Oxytetracycline and tetracycline were still the main drugs.
We also learned from the finance department that there was still 1,200 yuan in the entire hospital's account.
Chen Xia asked in surprise, "With so little money, how can we maintain the operation of the hospital? How can we pay the staff's salaries?"
Lobudaji quickly explained, "We can't pay salaries on our own. They're all paid by the state government. We all rely on the government. This 1,200 yuan is just emergency funds."
Chen Xia sighed after hearing this. This is really the standard of being penniless.
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