The atmosphere at the scene was quite lively. Lin Sanqi looked around and suddenly found a young woman sitting at the foot of the mountain. Her hair hung down to cover her face. She was motionless and looked particularly lonely.
But her pink top with small floral patterns was particularly eye-catching. In a sea of blue, green and black, it was obvious that this woman came from a well-off family.
Lin Sanqi was a little puzzled. "Head Nurse Zhou, what's going on with the female comrade over there?"
Zhou Keyang took a look and sighed:
"This girl is called Qian Hanrui. She's very pretty and has a good job as a radio announcer with a beautiful voice. She used to be such a sunny girl, but now she's been married for three years and can't have children. Dean Lin, you can imagine how much her in-laws are going to be upset."
Oh, I heard all this from her family. It just so happened that she got tuberculosis at this time, and her in-laws didn't care. Luckily, her parents were cadres, so they sent her to our hospital. She's been in a bad mood since she was admitted, and she hasn't been very cooperative with the treatment."
Lin Sanqi thought that it was difficult for an incorruptible judge to judge family affairs. In an era when there are three types of unfilial behavior and the worst one is to have no descendants, being unable to have children is indeed a matter of principle.
Furthermore, Chinese people have a prejudice that women are often to blame for infertility. But what if the man is useless, short, or without money?
This era is still dominated by men, and women have no place to seek justice.
Of course, after a few decades, the fairies’ fists became more and more powerful.
"Forget it, let's just focus on treating the patient. Head Nurse Zhou, call all the doctors and nurses over immediately. We'll have a meeting. I want to see how everyone's case accumulation has been going."
Let’s not talk about research in medical theory for now.
If China wants to be the first to announce to the world that it has conquered tuberculosis and completely cured tuberculosis, the specific parameters will be announced at that time.
The simplest one is: How many cases have you treated? How long is the course of the disease? What is the cure rate? What is the non-cure rate? What is the mortality rate?
These are the most intuitive data.
You said I cured 10 cases of tuberculosis. This data has no credibility at all because it is accidental.
But if you say that you have treated 5,000 cases of tuberculosis and the cure rate is 98%, then this data is very meaningful, because any discerning person will understand that one or two cases are accidental, but hundreds or thousands of cases are inevitable.
Therefore, the main task of traditional Chinese medicine hospitals now is to accumulate a sufficient number of cases.
This is a painstaking process and there must be no falsification. If there is even one case of falsification and it is discovered by foreigners during random checks, the entire research will be meaningless and the shame will be brought to the whole world.
As for specific theoretical research, clinical research, drug research, prognosis research, etc., Lin Sanqi has already prepared a number of papers in Chinese and English.
In other words, once it’s copied, all that’s left is publication.
In the conference room, Bi Xinglong, director of a ward, was reporting on his recent work:
"Director Lin, our department has admitted a total of 812 patients. We maintain a complete and detailed file for each inpatient and outpatient, including pre-admission examinations, post-admission diagnosis and treatment, discharge summaries, and all X-ray and sputum culture results.
At the same time, we maintain follow-up services for discharged patients and require them to come back for follow-up visits every month to ensure that every case can withstand investigation and retrospective investigation. 811 patients have recovered well, and one has died."
Lin Sanqi felt very sorry when he heard this:
"Oh, how come someone died? I was hoping to maintain a perfect record, a 100% cure rate. What a shame! By the way, what was the cause of the patient's death? Was it a drug complication, or some other underlying disease? This needs to be recorded in the medical record, too. We're committed to being truthful and honest."
The doctors and nurses in Ward 1 all looked constipated and seemed hesitant to speak.
Zhu Fengzhen, the head nurse of Ward 1, explained quickly:
"Director Lin, we didn't kill this patient. He was bored on sick leave after being discharged from the hospital, so he went fishing in the river and drowned. It was an accident."
Lin Sanqi was stunned and just as he was about to laugh, he quickly stopped:
"Ah, what a pity! May the deceased rest in peace... Okay then, Cai Chunhua, please report on the situation in Ward 2..."
It was past 8 o'clock in the evening, and Lin Sanqi was still in the office checking cases. He checked each one very carefully, for fear that there would be any untrue or exaggerated situations.
Lin Sanqi was also willing to work overtime because there was no mobile phone or internet, and the nights were very boring.
If he were married, he could still do the things he loves with his wife, but unfortunately he was still an unmarried little Chu Nan, well, at least he was definitely a Chu Nan in 1960, so he couldn't even have a warm bed with his wife.
If you have nothing to do, you can only work overtime and numb yourself with work.
There was a knock on the door, and Lin Sanqi said without even looking up: "Come in!"
As soon as the door closed, Lin Sanqi looked up and saw that it was his girlfriend. Then he smelled a fragrance:
“Hey, is that corn?”
"Yes, these are the seeds you brought. The corn they grew is very plump and sweet. I cooked two for you. Please try them."
From the urgent business trip to Hong Kong during the National Day holiday, to Shanghai to prepare to receive foreign guests, and then back to the capital, more than a month passed.
So he, the biggest contributor, has not yet tasted the agricultural products produced by Changping Farm.
"Wow, it smells so good. I should try it. By the way, how do Dean Shen and Vice Dean Ji arrange the food we grow?"
Pan Ye laughed and said, "Don't you know Uncle Shen's temper? He won't show off his good things. All the food is stored in the warehouse, and he has arranged more than ten security guards to patrol.
Uncle Shen meant that the grain should be distributed between the main hospital and the branch hospitals on a per capita basis, favoring the temporary workers at the branch hospitals. After all, the main hospital staff can buy grain from the grain station every month. He said that this amount of grain is enough for all of us employees to eat for a year.
Lin Sanqi munched on the corn and nodded:
"We probably can't finish eating them all. We need to find a way to raise some pigs. We can't afford to eat them just grain without meat."
After eating the corn, Lin Sanqi looked at the sky outside and suddenly had a little thought in his mind:
"Xiao Yezi, let's go for a walk outside. The moon is so round and bright today. It's so beautiful."
Pan Ye had no doubts. Girls in love usually have negative IQs, so he stood up happily.
"Okay, okay, let's go out for a walk."
Lin Sanqi didn't want to go for a walk. He wanted to go into the woods with his girlfriend, sneak into the orchard on the mountain in the dark, and touch her all over. If she couldn't reach home run, she could always reach second and third base.
The two walked hand in hand in Baihu Mountain. After they were away from the inpatient department, they went into the small fruit forest. Lin Sanqi couldn't wait to hug Pan Ye and wanted to kiss him.
Pan Ye had already been pushed to the base. Although the bottom line had not been broken, the principles that should be broken had already been broken, so he did not refuse.
The two young people were ready to exchange saliva.
Pan Ye was shy and was about to jump in when she suddenly heard a sobbing sound coming from the orchard. She was so scared that her hands and feet became stiff.
"Sanqi, you, listen, is there any crying?"
Lin Sanqi was holding a pair of A's in his hands. Just when he was about to kiss her, his girlfriend suddenly said this, and his hands clenched tightly in fear:
“Ah, it hurts…”
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, wait, there seems to be real crying, or a woman's crying...???"
At this moment, Lin Sanqi's hair stood on end. You know, the place they were in was called the Ming Tombs. Not only were emperors buried here, but there were also many tombs of princes and concubines. How many of them died unjustly?
Not to mention the distant past, just take Emperor Chongzhen as an example, he was just a hanged ghost.
As for his wives and children, for example, after Empress Zhou hanged herself in Kunning Palace, Concubine Yuan was revived by the breaking of a white silk, but Chongzhen drew his sword and chopped her three times, causing her to fall to the ground and die;
Concubine Guo Ning and Concubine Zhuang slit their wrists and committed suicide; Concubine Li Shu and Concubine Wu Kang jumped into the water and committed suicide. In addition, Concubine Wang Xian, Concubine Zheng Yu and five others did not want to hang themselves and escaped from the palace but were captured. Chongzhen personally drew his sword and killed them one by one.
Princess Changping of Ningshou Palace had her right arm cut off by Chongzhen, and she passed out, becoming the one-armed nun later; and the youngest daughter, Princess Zhaoren, was killed by Chongzhen himself in the Forbidden City. She was only six years old when she died.
None of them died a peaceful death. All of them died tragically. Aren’t they willing to accept this after being dead for hundreds of years?
Lin Sanqi was a superstitious person, and immediately imagined a terrifying scene of white fog and evil spirits building walls. He helped Pan Ye tuck in his clothes and whispered:
"Walk!"
So he quickly took out a flashlight.
Pan Ye was so angry that he pinched Lin Sanqi. This guy clearly had a flashlight but didn't take it out. He tricked him into leaning on him the whole time and took advantage of him because he was afraid of the dark.
There was no road in the orchard, and it was dark, so the two of them lost their sense of direction due to nervousness, so they quickened their pace relying on the weak light of the flashlight.
Suddenly, the flashlight slid across, and I saw a "female ghost" with loose hair hanging on the trunk of a fruit tree in front.
Pan Ye yelled, "Oh my god!"
Now it’s good, she is completely hidden in Lin Sanqi’s arms.
Lin Sanqi could only hold on at this time, thinking that he had never hurt anyone in his life, and he had done a lot of good things since he traveled to this era. Since he had no guilty conscience, there should be no evil spirits looking for him to take his life, right?
So I bravely took out my flashlight and shone it, and I was stunned... (End of this chapter)
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