The fourth day of the first lunar month is the first day to officially go back to work after the New Year.
These days the Spring Festival is a three-day holiday.
Don’t think three days off is too little. In a few years, there will be no holiday during the Spring Festival. There will be no holiday all year round. 365 days a year, and every day will be like home at the factory...
As soon as Lin Sanqi and Pan Ye got off the small jeep, a group of employees surrounded them, shouting congratulations.
When the dean got married, no matter how noble the staff of the Changping branch were, they had to come with everyone else to congratulate him.
Don’t forget that theoretically all the employees of the Changping branch are temporary workers. The state guarantees the lives of regular workers, and the life and death of temporary workers depends on the director’s decision.
If you don't believe me, go find out what happened to the Ye family father and son. I'm afraid this family won't survive this winter in their hometown...
"Dean, congratulations..."
"Ah, what a talented man and beautiful woman, a match made in heaven..."
"Comrade Xiao Pan is so lucky! You can tell at a glance that he is a blessed person..."
"If you ask me, Dean Lin has good taste. Look at Xiao Pan, she's pretty and a college student. You'd be hard-pressed to find a wife like her even if you searched with a lantern..."
Everyone spoke politely, and Lin Sanqi also clasped his hands together and kept returning the greetings.
"Lao Yang, Lao Yang, come here!"
Old Yang is Yang Shaohua from the General Affairs Department. At first, Lin Sanqi called him Section Chief Yang, then Uncle Yang, and now he is just Old Yang.
"Dean Lin, you're looking for me!"
"Lao Yang, I have two bags of White Rabbit candies in the back of my car. Can you help me divide them up? Five candies per adult and ten candies per child. I'm treating everyone to wedding candy."
When Yang Shaohua heard this, he quickly agreed: "Okay!"
The staff immediately burst into applause: "President Lin is so generous~~~"
In fact, I was thinking, what a prodigal son, such a valuable White Rabbit candy is divided up like this? There are so many staff members and children in the hospital, won't this bankrupt them?
Lin Sanqi now enjoys the treatment of a director-general, and his salary is at administrative level 10, which is 217 yuan a month.
In addition, as my rank increased, my food coupon quota also increased, to 67 kilograms per month. In addition, I also received transportation subsidies, housing subsidies, heating subsidies, business trip subsidies, etc., as well as daily necessities such as bathing, shaving, food, oil, salt, etc. I had no shortage of coupons...
Anyway, in the 1960s, Mr. Lin was able to have enough to eat.
In novels, movies and TV dramas, when writing about this era, they often say that cadres could not eat enough and were starving to the point of skin and bones. This is not accurate.
It is rare for grassroots commune cadres to not have enough to eat, but it is impossible for them to go hungry when they reach the department and bureau level. No matter how difficult the country is, even the public servants will not go hungry.
So we should act according to our conscience. Eat what you want to eat, take what you want to take, and leave the crying poor to the common people.
Dean Lin, who is not short of money, brought his newlywed young wife to the bungalow dormitory area.
The twelve old men were all sitting on the kang. Lin Sanqi and Pan Ye knelt down and kowtowed three times as if they were the sons of the family.
"Masters, from now on, Xiao Yezi is my wife. Don't hide your abilities. You must use all your skills to help my wife become a famous doctor."
Old man Han Bangxu laughed and scolded:
"You are a boy of no learning and no skills, but your wife is our good disciple. What we are afraid of now is that she will not learn, not that she will not teach."
Old Master Xiao Longyou was also unhappy and said:
"That's right. Ever since you dragged Xiao Yezi to the tuberculosis department, how much time do you think she has left to study Chinese medicine?"
Lin Sanqi blushed a little, thinking that this was indeed the case. As the department director, he had to be on "business trips" all year round, so only Pan Ye, the department director's wife, was in charge.
There are 20 doctors from Union Medical College Hospital and Digital Hospital in charge of clinical affairs, but the clinical after-sales service is led by Pan Ye. He is busy until eleven or twelve o'clock every night. How can he have time to study Chinese medicine?
But it’s hard to say for Lin Sanqi. If our country’s medical industry wants to develop, it must rely on modern hospitals, both in terms of medicines and systems.
But modern hospitals are based on Western medicine.
The theoretical system of Traditional Chinese Medicine is too complicated, it takes too long to train doctors, and it is difficult to guarantee high-quality Chinese medicinal materials. In addition, Traditional Chinese Medicine emphasizes individualization and is difficult to systematize or mass-produce, so it is impossible to adapt to the modern medical system.
Perhaps in 2014 we can make money from traditional Chinese medicine and develop it there.
But in 1961, if traditional Chinese medicine was placed in the position of mainstream medicine and the great development of Western medicine was missed, then the time traveler Lin Sanqi would definitely become a historical sinner.
If more than a year ago, Lin Sanqi still wanted both Pan Ye and he to become "miracle doctors of traditional Chinese medicine", this idea has faded now.
Of course he could think so in his heart, but he couldn't say it out loud:
"Masters, there's nothing we can do. As you can see, our country is poor and backward, and doctors are in short supply. Even if patients manage to get to the hospital, the pharmacy is empty.
Now that I've finally found a drug that can cure tuberculosis, and finally put our country's medical industry ahead of the world, I must work hard. Otherwise, if I'm not careful, we'll be overtaken by foreigners, and then it will be too late to regret it."
Mr. Shi Jinmo was the most understanding of the twelve people. He smiled and comforted them:
"Whether you're a Chinese or Western doctor, as long as you can cure illnesses and serve the people, that's good medicine. Masters support you, so do your best."
Lin Sanqi knew about the dispute between Chinese and Western medicine concepts. Not to mention 1961, even in 2014, the dispute was still going on.
This is not something that a mere intern like him can change. All he has to do is, first, make money, and second, cure diseases. It's that simple.
"Masters, we didn't have a wedding banquet during the Chinese New Year, so we're making up for it tonight. I've already brought the ingredients, and I guarantee you'll have a feast to your heart's content, hehe."
Mr. Shi was also happy:
"Normally, when our young apprentice gets married, we, as masters, should definitely give him a generous gift. However, we are now penniless and have nothing. We, the old men, have discussed it and decided to each commission a calligraphy piece for you as a gift to you."
Lin Sanqi was overjoyed when he heard this.
These 12 veteran Chinese medicine practitioners are the leaders of the Chinese medicine community and the last generation of masters in the country, with fame known throughout the country.
If these calligraphy works are taken to 2014, framed nicely and hung in Lingnantang Chinese Medicine Clinic, it would be quite impressive.
Baby, absolutely baby, there is no better wedding gift than this.
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The next day, in the tuberculosis department's information room at the foot of Baihu Mountain.
The information room is the size of two standard classrooms, connected in the middle, so it looks very large. The walls are all made of small grids made of wooden boards.
Each compartment contains a tuberculosis patient's outpatient medical records, inpatient medical records, at least 3 chest X-rays, and all the correspondence between the hospital and the patient.
There are 5,000 such small grids, representing 5,000 patients.
Dean Shen, Vice Dean Ji, Lin Sanqi, Pan Ye, as well as Ward 1 Director Bi Xinglong, Ward 2 Director Cai Chunhua; Ward 3 Director Yang Guang, and Ward 4 Director Fu Jinsheng all gathered here.
Dean Shen casually took out a document from a grid and started to look through it.
"Wow, you have both Chinese and English versions. That's awesome."
Lin Sanqi smiled proudly and said:
"This is the basic skill for a medical student, not to mention these 20 doctors from Union Hospital and Digital Hospital, all of whom have studied abroad and are all precious talents, so I was determined to recruit them.
If these top doctors took off their white coats and went back to their hometowns to farm, it would be a huge waste of talent.
Take English for example. Local schools don’t teach foreign languages these days, and if they do, it’s Russian. There’s absolutely no room for English to flourish. But is English really useless?
After Lin Sanqi said this, Bi Xinglong and the others straightened their backs a lot.
The 20 doctors and 30 nurses who came from Union Hospital and Digital Hospital all had correspondence with their old colleagues who had gone to the countryside, and they already knew about the miserable life after going to the countryside.
Not only were they starving, they also had nowhere to live. Many people lived in dilapidated temples, small warehouses in the village, or the homes of villagers whose families had all but disappeared.
They also have to participate in production labor on a regular basis, and because of their identity, they do the hardest and most tiring work.
This was a double blow to intellectuals, both physically and mentally. If we use the standards of "depression" in later generations, most people would probably have reached the point where they needed to take antidepressants.
Therefore, the medical staff who stayed at the Changping branch of the Chinese Medicine Hospital have already regarded Lin Sanqi as their reborn parents and are absolutely loyal fans.
Of course, there was another unknown reason: the 50 medical staff from the former Union Hospital and Digital Hospital were able to maintain correspondence with their colleagues in the countryside because of Lin Sanqi's request. (End of this chapter)
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