Chapter 180 Secretly Protecting a Group of People
When Lin Sanqi heard that he was really asked to go to Changping, his face changed.
Changping in 1959 is not the Changping in 2013. It seems that Changping is just a matter of Huilongguan. It doesn’t seem that far away in my impression. There is even a subway, and I can go back and forth several times a day.
But Changping in 1959 was definitely a remote and poor place, extremely poor. Otherwise, why would the Zhu family's tomb be built there? What good place can a cemetery be?
Lin Sanqi would leave the big city and go to that hellhole to farm. Only a fool would do that.
"Shen, Uncle Shen, you are kidding, right? What can I do in Changping? I can't farm, and I can't see a doctor. Besides, the job of the purchasing department requires traveling to other places. What can I do in Changping?"
Dean Shen shook his head slightly and advised in a low voice:
"Xiao Qi, don't misunderstand. Sending you to Changping is not to exile you, but to ask you to do a favor and secretly protect a group of old comrades."
After hearing this, Lin Sanqi began to doubt his life, thinking to himself, this is a period novel, why does it sound like a spy drama now?
"No, Uncle Shen, I protect others? I'm not Guo Jing, and I don't know martial arts, how can I protect others?"
Dean Shen winked at Kong Shuihu, who immediately stood up and walked to the door of the dean's office, then closed the door and began to stand guard.
Lin Sanqi's heart was filled with alarm. What a reversal! Could it be that Shen Guoming was the hidden enemy spy? Otherwise, why was the conversation so secretive?
Dean Shen heard the door closed tightly, then said seriously:
"There are some things I can only trust you with. I also believe that only you have the ability to protect those veteran comrades. Not only their personal safety, but more importantly, we can't let them die of starvation or exhaustion..."
Lin Sanqi swallowed his saliva and thought to himself, could it be that the person he was supposed to protect was the old man Guo Jun? Didn’t he run away to northern Myanmar and Taiwan?
Dean Shen was unaware of Lin Sanqi's inner thoughts and warned him earnestly:
"Xiao Qi, the real purpose of my application for this farm is to protect these veteran comrades. They are all truly great masters, such as Shi Jinmo, Xiao Longyou, Ren Yingqiu, Ding Zhongying, Cao Yingfu, Lu Yuanlei, Chen Wujiu, and so on.
There are 12 such veterans in total, each a treasure of Chinese medicine. The death of one of them would be a huge loss to Chinese medicine. However, due to some special reasons, they can no longer stay in the capital, and can no longer even provide public medical services.
Don't ask for any special reasons. Not everyone is as smart as your father, who donated all his property early on during liberation and then volunteered to support the capital. You Lingnan people are really smart."
Lin Sanqi thought to himself that now he understood. It was just that group of "sweeping monks". The situation of this group of people was indeed very difficult.
"Xiao Qi, you have to know that these old Chinese medicine practitioners are all over 60 or 70 years old, and the oldest is 85. They can't stand the hardship anymore. If these old people go to other places and work in the countryside without their relatives around, I'm afraid few of them can survive.
So I came up with a plan. Taking advantage of the opportunity of building our new Chinese medicine hospital farm, I wanted to send all 12 elderly people to Changping. They can also work in the vast rural areas and actively receive re-education. This way, I can also report to my superiors. You will play a key role in this."
Lin Sanqi was a little anxious. What kind of nonsense was this? Twelve old masters of traditional Chinese medicine were handed over to him? How could he be so worthy?
Why bother getting involved in something so thankless and politically risky? Wouldn't it be nice to spend some time with Pan Ye, eat out, or just stroll around the streets?
Lin Sanqi felt a little resistant in his heart.
"No, Uncle Shen, I can barely support myself. I only have 27 kilograms of food a month. I'm so poor I can't even afford a wife. How can you expect me to take care of 12 elderly people? No, no, please find someone else."
Dean Shen suddenly snorted and sneered twice:
"You're still pretending, didn't you say you have a good relationship with the black market people? You can easily get rice, pork, tea and other things. This shows that you are not short of supplies at all.
Don't worry, these old Chinese medicine practitioners are not short of money. They were already famous Chinese medicine masters during the Republic of China period and have a lot of money. But now, due to special reasons, their food supply has been stopped and they are actually in a semi-dismissed state.
You are capable, right? I want you to go to Changping to ensure their food supply. Don't worry, they won't take your food for free. They will give you money. Even if they don't have money, I, Shen Guoming, will pay for it myself. "
Dean Shen's words made Lin Sanqi look at him with even higher regard. He didn't expect that this person from southern Jiangsu was so responsible. He was completely different from his fellow villager Shui Tailiang.
Because Dean Shen actually took a big risk by doing this. He was actually shielding these old Chinese medicine practitioners, which could easily get him into trouble.
If a new leader is appointed, he should be cautious and keep a tight rein on his official position.
As for those bad old guys, they can live or die as they please, go wherever they want, and even some cruel leaders will step on them a few times, making it impossible for them to turn over, in order to exchange their own future.
So Lin Sanqi was somewhat persuaded, and young people tend to get carried away easily.
If nothing unexpected happened, in the original history, this group of veteran Chinese medicine masters would not have survived those years.
But the arrival of this time traveler like me, who protected these old Chinese doctors from harm, seems to be a very meaningful thing.
You can do some saintly things occasionally, but Lin Sanqi doesn't think that something that only requires effort and no reward can be done for a long time. So, is there any benefit to be gained from it?
Dean Shen saw that Lin Sanqi's expression had calmed down, and knew that this kid must have listened to his advice, so he continued to deceive him:
"Also, Xiao Qi, you have another great advantage in protecting these veteran Chinese medicine practitioners. Your family is a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, so you should know that every Chinese medicine practitioner has his or her own secret recipe, which is not easily passed on to others.
"You'll be spending every day with these veteran Chinese medicine practitioners, and secretly supporting them. Over time, you'll gain their trust, and they'll definitely be willing to pass on their secret recipes to you. Then you'll definitely be a great successor to traditional Chinese medicine. Isn't that amazing?"
Lin Sanqi's eyes lit up when he heard this. This seemed to be a good suggestion indeed.
However, it is not easy to obtain the secret recipes of these old masters. Traditional Chinese medicine is very conservative and very cherishes its own things.
Just like the Lin family's Lingnan School secret recipe, the most core medical skills are stipulated to be passed down to sons and not daughters;
Even if it is passed down to a son, it is usually only passed down to the eldest son;
If the eldest son is really not promising or is not cut out for studying medicine, the throne may be passed on to other sons, but there is only one spot available and it will only be passed on to one of the sons, leaving the other sons with no chance.
Even though Lin Kucan doted on his youngest son and felt guilty about him being missing for ten years, he never thought of passing on the secret recipe to him.
There are also many old Chinese medicine practitioners who only pass on their core prescriptions to their own descendants and not even to their apprentices.
Some are even more extreme. If they have no descendants, or their descendants are not promising, they would rather their inheritance be broken and take the secret recipe to the grave than pass it on to outsiders. They are so stubborn.
Therefore, over thousands of years of Chinese history, many secret recipes and skills of traditional Chinese medicine have been lost, and when they were passed down, traditional Chinese medicine became increasingly weak.
"Uncle Shen, what if these old men are stubborn and refuse to pass on their unique skills to me? Then all my efforts will be in vain."
"That depends on your ability. I see you're quite clever. If you bring some wine and peanuts every day and coax the old men, who can stop you?"
Lin Sanqi agreed. Not to mention that all 12 veteran Chinese doctors passed on their secret recipes to him, even if a few of them were willing to take him in as their apprentice and teach him their medical skills, he would still make a fortune.
If there are benefits, then you must take it. This kind of opportunity is rare in a thousand years. Otherwise, when these old Chinese medicine practitioners die, there will be a gap of more than ten years in Chinese medicine, which is very fatal.
"Okay, since Uncle Shen said so, I'll go to Changping."
Dean Shen felt relieved. To protect these 12 veteran Chinese medicine practitioners, Lin Sanqi was a key link.
Since Lin Sanqi is so sensible, Dean Shen will definitely be willing to give him a sweet treat:
"Xiao Qi, since you're willing to help Uncle Shen, he won't treat you unfairly. The Changping branch also needs a leadership team. Forget about the director position. I plan to make you the head of the branch's purchasing department."
After hearing this, Lin Sanqi smiled self-deprecatingly, thinking that his promotion was really fast, and he should not embarrass the time traveler, right?
Dean Shen misunderstood, thinking that Lin Sanqi was dissatisfied with this job assignment, so he explained:
"Xiao Qi, don't underestimate this branch chief. The Changping branch has been approved by the higher authorities to be a department-level unit, and the head of the procurement department is a section-level cadre. A section-level cadre at the age of 23 is unique in our Chinese medicine hospital."
Lin Sanqi thought that was a good idea. Since he wanted to survive in the 1950s and 1960s, it would be beneficial for him to get an official position.
In the future, with the endorsement of my official identity, as a third-level official in Beijing, it will be more convenient and safer when I go to the local area to purchase some medicinal materials.
"Haha, thank you Uncle Shen then."
"Don't thank me too soon. You still lack a diploma. If you want to move up the career ladder or become a famous doctor in the future, a diploma is essential in this new society."
Lin Sanqi can barely be considered a primary school graduate, or have a "master-disciple" degree, but this low level of education will definitely hinder his future promotion. No matter what era, a university degree is indispensable.
Lin Sanqi's face turned bitter when he heard this: "No way, at my age, do I have to go back to school to start over?"
Dean Shen put his worries aside and relaxed:
"Don't worry, I've already thought of a plan for you. Our Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital is a teaching hospital for the Capital Medical College. I have some connections there, so getting you a diploma should be easy. But you'll need to prepare some things."
In 1959, universities were generally divided into "Da Pu", that is, ordinary university classes, which recruited 1-2 years of advanced courses (equivalent to junior college) and three-year ordinary classes (equivalent to undergraduate).
The key point is that there was no nationwide computer network in that era, so it was still very feasible to get a "college diploma" in the name of a continuing education class.
(End of this chapter)
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