Everyone in the conference room sighed after hearing what Old Man Xiao said.
Old Master Cao Yingfu smiled bitterly while holding his teacup:
"I went to Kaifeng. You may not know what the situation is there, and I don't want to say too much. Saying too much will only bring shame to the place. Anyway, if our hospital hadn't called me back to Beijing, I'm afraid I wouldn't have lived to see spring, haha."
"Then I'm better than you. I went to Sichuan Province. The disaster there wasn't that serious, but too much grain was diverted out of Sichuan, and the locals were very dissatisfied. That guy surnamed Li has been scolded so much that he's become withdrawn. He's just a scoundrel."
Old man Hao Zhanchen spoke quite excitedly, even speaking in dialect, and it was obvious that the old man was quite angry.
The old man Han Bangxu next to him couldn't help but complain:
"You old guys are just clueless. You deserve to starve to death. What are we doing? We're doctors. When we're in the countryside, we treat patients and prescribe medicine. Isn't it too much for patients to give us a steamed bun as consultation fee? If they can, they should give us an egg, right? How could we starve to death?"
Old Master Jiang Zonghui laughed and scolded:
"Han Laozhen, how dare you say that? Your specialty is acupuncture. You can travel the world with just a silver needle, even without medicine. We need to prescribe medicine. How can we cure diseases without medicine? You said that the rural areas are so poor that they have to eat dirt, where do they get the medicinal materials?"
Old Man Han rolled his eyes deliberately:
"That's because you're not good at medicine. Come on, call me Master now. I'll accept you as my good disciples and teach you our Han family acupuncture right away. How about that?"
"Ah, Han Laozhen, what the hell do you want, you old fool?"
"That's right, do you think you're the only one who knows acupuncture? I can also perform the Thirteen Du Meridian Needles!"
"This time when we go to Changping, let Han Laozhen take his acupuncture kit to the countryside to beg for alms. If he doesn't get any, he'll starve to death!"
“Hahahaha~~~~”
The old and the young, they quarreled and then burst into laughter. It was obvious that being able to return to Beijing made the old people much happier.
These old men are quite miserable. Before liberation, they were all outstanding people. After liberation, they were national treasures in traditional Chinese medicine hospitals. However, after making mistakes and going to other places, they became straws. Everyone avoided them, not to mention any extra care.
Before the Chinese New Year, Lin Sanqi was busy shopping (traveling) around the world, while Dean Shen and a group of leaders of the Chinese Medicine Hospital were searching the world for people, bringing back the old men who had been sent back to their hometowns or demoted to the countryside, one by one, and bringing them back to the Chinese Medicine Hospital.
By doing this, President Shen and other leaders took risks, which can be said to be immeasurable merit and great responsibility.
Of course, the Chinese medicine hospital has sufficient reasons, as the old men are being released on medical parole.
The youngest of these old men, Lu Yuanlei, is 71 years old this year, the oldest, Ren Yingqiu, is 85 years old, and even Shi Jinmo is 79 years old.
The old men are all frail and sickly, in their twilight years, and unable to work at all. The local government still has to provide them with three meals a day. It is impossible for them to generate any economic benefits for the local area, and they can only be regarded as negative assets.
The key point is that each of these old men has a serious identity, and it is a hot potato for the local authorities to take over. If they don't take it, it is a task assigned by the superiors, and if they take it, it is like inviting back an ancestor.
In fact, the same thing happened decades later. Which prison would dare to accept those elderly people in their 80s and 90s who committed crimes? They would be taken home by their families early on, or to put it nicely, they would be released on medical parole or placed under home surveillance.
Now Chinese medicine hospitals have taken the initiative to request to accept them and take them back to the capital for labor reform, and the local areas are too busy to send them to the plague god.
Some people may say that these old men are skilled in medicine and there is a shortage of doctors in rural areas, so why not let them make use of their remaining energy?
The question is, who would dare to do that? Their superiors asked them to reform, not to enjoy themselves. Do you want to rebel against their superiors?
After seeing off these old national treasures, Dean Shen deliberately kept Lin Sanqi.
"Xiao Qi, I'm leaving these old masters to you. If you can learn even half of their skills, you'll be one of the most formidable figures in Traditional Chinese Medicine. You might even be able to take over my job."
Lin Sanqi laughed it off and said that one should never take the promises made by the leader seriously.
"Uncle Shen, I have a question. You asked me to provide them with food, clothing, shelter, and shelter, but it doesn't make sense for me to pay for it myself. Besides, I only earn a little over 50 yuan a month. How many days can I support them?"
Lin Sanqi decided to make things clear; he didn't want to be taken advantage of.
Otherwise, if he dares to promise to support 12 old men today, 120 old men will be sent tomorrow, and he will become the president of the senior citizens' university, at his own expense.
Dean Shen chuckled, obviously having thought about this question:
"How could we possibly let you bear this burden alone? Well, our hospital will pay for it, but you'll have to find a way to get the food coupons and grain. If the old man still wants to eat some meat, you'll have to help get it for him."
Lin Sanqi frowned and said, "Uncle Shen, this is a bit of a scam. Why do I need money? I don't like money."
Lin Sanqi thought, there is still 20,000 yuan in cash left for purchasing New Year's goods. If it can't be spent, this money is just waste paper. What's the use of it?
Dean Shen was a smart man after all, and he immediately understood Lin Sanqi's little thoughts:
"Okay, Uncle Shen, I understand. What you want is wild ginseng from Northeast China. Don't worry, I'll take care of it. In a few days, I'll have the purchasing department arrange a business trip to Changbai Mountain. I'm sure I'll bring you back a large quantity of wild ginseng. Are you satisfied now?"
"We need large quantities and a variety of vintages. We don't want forest or garden ginseng."
"Okay, okay, it's all up to you."
Dean Shen couldn't do anything to Lin Sanqi, because this guy was irreplaceable.
"By the way, you're going to Changping tomorrow and make preparations to welcome the employees. The matter of the 12 elderly people is only known to you and Vice President Ji. You are nominally the leader of the reform team, so you must keep it a secret from everyone else."
Lin Sanqi suddenly thought of something else:
"If we keep this secret from others, then when everyone has to work together, will these old gentlemen work?"
Dean Shen didn't even think about answering:
"Of course they have to work, even if it's just for show. They are nominally employees who have made mistakes now, and they can't get any special treatment to prevent being caught."
Now Lin Sanqi understood and grasped the scale.
The next day, braving the cold wind, Lin Sanqi drove his car and took Vice President Ji to the Changping Branch, also known as the Changping Farm of Capital Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine.
Winter in the north is really cold. Lin Sanqi's small jeep has no air conditioning. When the two got out of the car, their feet were numb from the cold.
Yang Shaohua, head of the general affairs department of the branch, was already waiting. Head Yang didn't even go home for the New Year and was busy working at the construction site.
"Dean Ji, Xiao Qi, you're here."
Vice President Ji shook his feet and waved his hands:
"Let's go. Don't freeze outside. Let's check if the supporting equipment and the house are ready. It's like the wilderness here. We don't want people to freeze to death before they starve to death."
The building in the Changping branch is mainly a small "U"-shaped building that serves as the outpatient department and office area, and there is no inpatient department.
There are a total of 4 two-story tube buildings in the family compound, with 15 households on each floor, and a public kitchen, toilet and bathroom.
There are also two rows of bungalows, and the bungalow dormitory area is arranged for elderly employees with mobility problems.
There are 132 employees from the Chinese Medicine Hospital coming here this time. Except for the special case of Lin Sanqi, all other families have brought their children with them, so the total population of the Changping branch will exceed 500 people by then.
What makes the entire branch different from other units is that there is no canteen. All employees, including middle-level cadres, have to prepare their own three meals a day.
After all, it had been agreed in advance that branch staff would not participate in food distribution. They were equivalent to semi-illegal households and could only get money but not food.
Therefore, collective canteens cannot be set up. If they are set up, it will be taking advantage of socialism and it will be easy for certain people to find fault with them. In the end, even the branch school cannot be opened.
Vice President Ji took Lin Sanqi and Yang Shaohua to look at each room carefully.
When they arrived at the bungalow area, Vice President Ji was surprised to see several fire pits in the house.
"Why are there fire pits in this row of houses? Shaohua, what's the story here? I'm telling you, we leading cadres can't get special treatment."
When Yang Shaohua heard this, he immediately cried out for justice:
"President Ji, you've wronged me. Xiao Qi asked me to do this. He said it had a special purpose."
Lin Sanqi lowered his voice and whispered in Vice President Ji's ear:
"This is for the elderly. There's no heating equipment here, so I took the initiative to build a fire pit. I'll figure out how much coal to use personally, and the hospital won't be charged for it."
Vice President Ji understood immediately and patted Lin Sanqi on the shoulder:
"You did a great job on this. I hadn't thought of that. Don't worry about the coal. Leave it to me."
Lin Sanqi thought that this was fine, it was better to have less trouble than more. Besides, there were four rooms with fire pits here, and one of them was secretly prepared for him...
After inspecting the office area and the family quarters, Vice President Ji came to the fields and became worried again when he saw the hard frozen soil under his feet.
"Xiao Qi, come here, try the soil conditions at this location first."
Lin Sanqi was holding an iron rake in his hand at this time. He spat twice into his palm, then swung the rake down hard.
The iron rake was not very deep in the soil. It was obvious that the land was frozen hard and was not suitable for agricultural production at all.
Vice President Ji frowned even more deeply and tried the iron rake himself, but the result was just as disappointing:
"It's over, it's over. This kind of soil is not suitable for farming. Besides, the soil layer is not thick enough, and there is only 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 are we going to solve this water problem in the future?"
There are canals between fields in the south. When water is needed, it will flow down the canals. Farmers will pull up the ridges of their fields to leave a gap, and the water will flow into the fields.
But the land in the north is flat, with no canals or ditches, and now there are not even wells. How can we carry out production?
Yang Shaohua was also a little helpless:
"Winter is not a good time to dig wells, and we don't have enough money. Now we just hope that the Xingfu River will have water next year so we can use it to irrigate the fields."
Lin Sanqi thought, knowing that the rivers in the plains have dried up in recent years, where does the stream in the mountains come from? (End of this chapter)
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