Once I got back to the city, there was naturally no reason not to go home.
The word "going home" is a double entendre, meaning returning to both the home of the Gege Mansion and the home of the Capital Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine.
At this time, there was only half a month left before the Chinese New Year. Beijing was still as cold as the previous two years, but there was still no snow. Everyone understood that it was impossible to expect a good harvest from the snow.
The pedestrians on the street were shivering as they walked, no longer as vigorous as before.
You no longer see old men and women basking in the sun and chatting in the park. Maybe it's because the weather is too cold and they don't go out anymore, or maybe it's...
As the military green Shanghai car drove into the Chinese Medicine Hospital, Dean Shen and Vice Dean Ji shouted from the second-floor window:
"Xiao Qi, come up quickly, I'm just talking about you."
Lin Sanqi closed the car door and said, "Okay, Xiaoyezi, you have nothing to do today. You can go home and visit your parents. I'll visit your parents later in the evening."
These days, when employees work in an office, they can be said to have really sold themselves to the state. They work day and night, have no holidays, and rarely visit their families.
Especially someone like Lin Sanqi, who is a hands-off boss and also works as the director of the tuberculosis department, and is nowhere to be seen all day.
Pan Ye actually took on half of the work of the department director, because Lin Sanqi showed her all the information he had kept in the bottom of the box. At the same time, she was also responsible for collecting the overall medical record data.
After a patient visits the outpatient clinic once, the Changping branch will create a file for the patient, start tracking medication usage, and conduct regular checkups.
Severe cases require hospitalization, and a complete medical record must be kept during hospitalization. Regular follow-up is also required after discharge.
There were no telephones back then, but you could call back anytime and anywhere to get timely information.
In the 1960s, everything depended on communication, so the 24 apprentices and Pan Ye’s six college classmates had to work overtime after get off work to write letters to patients, and they had to file the replies promptly after receiving them.
This job seems simple, but when you have thousands of patients and have to pack all the incoming and outgoing mail in bags every day, you will realize how tedious it is.
Pan Ye has to deal with clinical work and follow-up work at the same time. He is so busy every day that he has no time to go home.
"Okay, I'll go back first. Will you come to my house for dinner tonight?"
Lin Sanqi thought that nothing much was going on today, so he nodded and said, "Okay, I should go visit my mother-in-law's house more often, hehe."
"I understand, Uncle Lin. I'll be leaving first."
After watching his girlfriend walk to the bus stop, Lin Sanqi turned around and went to the dean's office.
"Uncle Shen, Uncle Ji, what's the matter that requires me to come up so urgently?"
Dean Shen coughed lightly and said, "You should be called by your title when you are working. You are the vice-dean now, not a young boy anymore. You should pay attention to your image."
Lin Sanqi found a chair and sat down:
"I don't wish to be a marquis, but I do wish the seas were peaceful. Hey, the office is quite warm now. Are our doctors' offices heated too?"
Vice President Ji smiled and said, "It's all warm. Our hospital is now open to using coal. We give as much as you want. I haven't fought such a prosperous battle in all my years."
"My dad's place..."
"Your father is taking good care of us there, and the coal stove he installed is also brand new, so you can rest assured."
Lin Sanqi had nothing to be embarrassed about. He had made contributions to his country, so of course he wanted something in return. If he worked all day and his father didn't even have a piece of coal to burn and was shivering in the cold in the winter, then what was his effort in vain?
Dean Shen personally poured Lin Sanqi a glass of boiled water, and then said:
"Xiao Qi, Lao Ji and I were just discussing this year's New Year's goods. Our farm has a bumper harvest this year, so everyone doesn't have to worry about going hungry. At the same time, we've also solved the problem of winter vegetable storage. Overall, the situation is better than last year. But we can't just focus on our own family and forget about everyone else."
Lin Sanqi thought, I was just thinking about taking care of my small family first, but now you say I should forget about everyone else?
Of course, he only complained in his heart but didn't dare say it out loud. This statement was not in line with the propaganda tone of these days. Now everyone should sacrifice their own family for the sake of everyone and be ready to dedicate their entire family at any time.
"Life has improved at our hospital, but it's only slightly better. Overall, it's still quite difficult. You see, it's almost Chinese New Year, and we can't buy meat, sugar, or oil right now."
So, Xiaoqi, this is what I'm thinking: I'll leave the New Year's goods procurement to you. Also, when you purchase, please include more variety and larger quantities. This year, we'll also send a portion to our superiors."
Lin Sanqi frowned. "How much should we send to our superiors? Can the hospital afford this expense? Our Chinese Medicine Hospital is not a coal mine owner, so we don't need money."
Dean Shen laughed:
"You've been working on this tuberculosis project for half a year this year. Shouldn't you expect results by early next year? Without the cooperation of your superiors, how can you create a sensation across the country, or even the world? So you've got to flatter your superiors."
Lin Sanqi thought so too. Without the support of higher-level health departments, this matter might not be accomplished.
"Okay, then prepare one for the higher-ups as well. By the way, what kind of products are needed? Or, what's the budget?"
"It's up to you what to buy. Thanks to you, we made a lot of money from the flu outbreak this year, so Lao Ji and I are thinking of doubling your salary this year and preparing a budget of 60,000 yuan."
Lin Sanqi smacked his lips when he heard this:
"It's about money again. You know I don't like money. Money is useless to me. And you also know the current social situation. You want to use money to buy meat or candy? It's impossible."
In fact, not to mention that money is useless, even if you have meat coupons, oil coupons, and sugar coupons, they are still useless because you can't buy anything in the market now.
Vice President Ji smiled and said:
"We've thought about this a long time ago. We know you like wild ginseng, so we contacted the Northeast early this year. However, food has become a problem in Changbai Mountain in the Northeast. They said: They have ginseng, and we want to exchange it for food. This year, we won't charge money."
Previously, whether it was a traditional Chinese medicine hospital or a supply and marketing cooperative that purchased, it was all done in cash.
Hand over ginseng in one hand and money in the other.
However, the situation has been special in recent years. Changbai Mountain is a mountainous area with little arable land and even less grain output.
As a result of such natural disasters, even though the Northeast is a major granary, it cannot withstand the massive reduction in production. Now, even if you have money, you can't buy rice.
When you are poor, you will think of change. People in Northeast China are not fools. In the past, the demand for ginseng was extremely low, and they had to beg others to buy some ginseng.
However, ginseng purchases have been increasing year by year over the past two years. Does this mean that ginseng has become a hot commodity? (Actually, it's the demand for Panax notoginseng that's high.)
They have no way to resist the national task, but they are ready to control the procurement of units like Chinese medicine hospitals.
Anyway, if you want ginseng, we have plenty of it. You can exchange it for food, otherwise we won’t give it to you.
Lin Sanqi could also understand. After all, life was not easy for everyone. It was definitely a dangerous job for ginseng farmers to go to the primeval forest to look for ginseng. Countless people were killed and injured every year. It was only right to give them some food. He couldn't let them go hungry while picking ginseng for him, Lin, right?
(Lin Sanqi has monopolized the ginseng inventory for the previous 10 years, as well as 90% of the annual ginseng production.)
"Well, Uncle Shen, tell the Northeast that we want 60,000 yuan worth of wild ginseng, and I'll prepare 200 tons of fine grain for them."
Dean Shen slammed the table and said, "Okay, with what you said, things will be easier. 200 tons of grain is a timely help. I'll call Tonghua now."
Although 200 tons of grain may not seem like a lot, you have to remember that this was 1961. 200 tons of grain was more valuable than gold. Believe it or not, Lin Sanqi could exchange it for a few tons of gold from the old guard.
So Lin Sanqi intended to subsidize the ginseng farmers in Northeast China. After all, he made enough money.
After half an hour of being transferred, the call finally got through. Dean Shen told You Liqun, the president of Tonghua Ginseng Cooperative, the good news of 200 tons of grain.
When You Liqun heard this, he stood up from his chair in surprise:
"Really? Give us 200 tons of grain? That's great, thank you very much, thank you Capital Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, thank you Dean Shen, this grain is so important to us, our ginseng farmers can finally have a good year. But..."
Dean Shen chuckled and said, "President You, we have a long-term cooperative relationship. If you have any difficulties, please tell us and we can discuss it together." (End of this chapter)
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