A week later, the front page headline of Renmin Daily, with a striking bold title, announced the great news that the Capital Infectious Disease Hospital had conquered tuberculosis.
The second page contains a press release of a reporter's interview with Lin Sanqi, director of the Capital Infectious Disease Hospital.
The manuscript records in detail how all medical staff invented anti-tuberculosis drugs by combining Chinese and Western medicine under difficult conditions, through long-term scientific research.
The newspaper also included a photo of a patient file room containing 5,000 files, and published the final data, showing a clinical cure rate of 93%.
The third and fourth editions published a total of five papers on tuberculosis in full.
Among these five papers, three are about patented drugs for tuberculosis. The publicly disclosed drug names do not use "Ethylamine Pyrazine Rifampicin Tablets" or the traditional Chinese medicine name "Pulmonary Tuberculosis Pills".
Instead, it was redefined as "Epyridamole Tablets" in order to avoid losing the patents for the other two drugs.
The influence of Renmin Daily is not to be underestimated. It is not only the authoritative media that the people of the whole country pay the most attention to, but also an important tool for other countries to study China's policies and people's livelihood.
Therefore, this news release about tuberculosis in the Renmin Daily represents a kind of national credibility and is enough to attract the attention of everyone at home and abroad.
But fermentation takes some time. When the Renmin Daily published the article, Lin Sanqi was not in Sijiu City, but in Xiangnan Province.
Southern Hunan Province, Shaoyang area.
Lin Sanqi and Bi Xinglong rode their bicycles along the bumpy dirt road towards Shuangfeng Township.
"Take a break, Lao Bi. How long will it take to get to Shuangfeng Township?"
Bi Xinglong was quite excited to return to his hometown:
"Haha, Dean Lin, you're not strong enough. It's a good thing you borrowed two bicycles from the county. Otherwise, if we just walked, we'd probably be lucky to get there by dark. We're almost there. Look, there are two tall peaks ahead."
Lin Sanqi thought, what the hell is this borrowed? This is clearly something he has in his space. Otherwise, as the dean of a dean like him, why would he be willing to give away his precious bicycle legs?
"Your hometown has beautiful scenery, with mountains and rivers."
Bi Xinglong smiled bitterly and said:
"It can also be understood that the area is poor, with poor mountains and rivers, a large population and limited land, and inconvenient transportation. It has been poor since ancient times. So we have always hoped to get out since we were young. In the end, after we finally got out, Feng Ruoqi still came back. If the Chinese medicine hospital hadn't taken him in, I would have almost come back too."
Lin Sanqi was a little curious:
"You and Feng Ruoqi were able to come out of Shaoyang back then, so your family must be well off, right? Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to send you to study abroad in Cambridge, Eagle Country. It would cost a lot of silver dollars."
Bi Xinglong felt a little embarrassed when he said this, so he explained hesitantly:
"My family and Feng Ruoqi's family were both landlords. But Dean Lin, we are not big landlords who exploit the common people. When we went abroad to study, our family even sold a lot of land."
Lin Sanqi waved his hand and comforted:
"Don't be afraid. I'm not that stubborn. If I cared about your background, I wouldn't have admitted you to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, oh no, the Infectious Disease Hospital. I certainly wouldn't have brought all these doctors from all over the country back to the capital."
Bi Xinglong breathed a sigh of relief, but Lin Sanqi was a little worried:
"Silly son of a landlord, ah, it seems your old classmate's life is not going to be very good these days. No matter how glorious he was before, he is now in such a state of desolation. Let's go, we are angels sent down from the sky to save him."
Hehehe~~~
The two of them chuckled, got on their bikes, and continued towards Shuangfeng Township.
Shaoyang is a typical hilly area, with ups and downs all the way, and the roads were all muddy, which made Lin Sanqi miserable. He finally arrived at Xia Nan Village.
Bi Xinglong said excitedly, "President Lin, we're here. This is Xia Nan Village. Our home is in Shang Nan Village next door."
Lin Sanqi was as tired as a dog, panting and complaining:
"It might as well be called Pumpkin Village. We're finally here. By the way, go ask where Feng Ruoqi's home is."
When Bi Xinglong returned to his hometown, he rushed out like a husky. When he came back, he found Lin Sanqi distributing candy to the children in the village.
"President Lin, I asked, it's at the east end of the village, at the old charity village."
I have heard of Lin Sanqi in the charity cemetery. When I watched horror movies before, the coffins in the charity cemetery were particularly scary. I thought all the zombies came from there.
"Hey, Lao Bi, was corpse-carrying popular in your Hunan Province in the past? Isn't this charity cemetery just a resting place for corpse-carriers? Are there really zombies? Do they have to shake a bell when they're driving? Have you ever seen it?"
Bi Xinglong was really at a loss for words. This guy didn't look like the dean at all, he was clearly just a curious baby.
"Dean Lin, this charity cemetery used to be a place for the elderly and widows in the village to live, or a place to temporarily store coffins for villagers who had difficulty burying their bodies. If an outsider died in a foreign country, their coffin would also be placed here. However, we don't have corpse-carrying here."
Lin Sanqi felt quite regretful and thought that if there was a corpse-carrying performance, he could pay 100 yuan to let the villagers perform for him.
"Okay, let's go to the charity cemetery."
The two rode their bicycles and headed towards the east end of the village. From a distance, Lin Sanqi saw a few lonely houses built alone at the foot of the mountain, far away from the village.
When I looked closer, I found that the charity cemetery didn't even have a gate, and most of the houses had collapsed. It looked like an old house in a deserted village from a horror movie.
Lin Sanqi sighed secretly in his heart, but still pretended to smile on his face.
Bi Xinglong's face was filled with pain, his voice trembling as he shouted outside the house:
"Ruoqi, Ruoqi, I'm Xinglong, are you home?"
There was no response, but a small head slowly popped out from the broken door frame and asked in a Beijing accent:
"Who are you looking for?"
Lin Sanqi listened to the Hunan dialect for a long time, and when he heard the child speaking Beijing dialect, he knew he had found the right place. This child grew up in the capital, so he could speak only Beijing dialect.
Bi Xinglong was a little happy: "Little Princess? I'm your Uncle Bi, have you forgotten?"
Only then did Lin Sanqi see clearly that the child was about 3 years old, as thin as a little monkey, but his clothes were clean, and it was obvious that he was not a rural child.
"Uncle Bi?"
The little girl was not shy and ran out, "Uncle Bi, it's really you. That's great! My dad will be very happy to have you here."
Bi Xinglong happily picked up the little girl and introduced her to Lin Sanqi:
"This is Feng Ruoqi's youngest daughter. She has a 7-year-old sister. Little Gege, where are your parents?"
"They are working."
"You still want to do farm work in such cold weather? What kind of work is there?"
"The villagers told Dad that if he didn't work, they wouldn't give us food. He had to work every day. They also beat him. The children in the village wouldn't play with me. Uncle Bi, I don't like my hometown. I want to go back to Peking..."
The little girl's complaint made Bi Xinglong's face turn ashen. Lin Sanqi patted his shoulder:
"Little Princess, I'm Uncle Lin from Peking. Can you tell me where your father is?"
The little girl was clever and quirky, and Lin Sanqi liked her very much:
"I know, I know. My dad is over there. I'll take you there."
Lin Sanqi quickly took out a few White Rabbit candies from his pocket and said, "Come on, take uncle to find your father, okay?"
"good!"
Bi Xinglong held the little girl in his arms, and Lin Sanqi followed behind. They walked along the mountain road. After more than 20 minutes, Lin Sanqi saw two lonely figures digging something from a distance.
"Dad, Mom~~~"
The two men stopped what they were doing and looked up, and then one of the men came running over:
"Is it Xinglong? Haha, it's really you, woo woo, why are you here to see me? Woo woo~~~"
Feng Ruoqi ran, cried, and laughed at the same time, looking a little crazy.
Bi Xinglong handed the little princess over to Lin Sanqi and rushed over, crying and laughing like a madman:
"Ruoqi, it's me. How did you become like this? You've suffered, wuwuwu~~~"
Lin Sanqi looked at the two grown men crying and couldn't help but sigh:
"Art truly comes from life. Acting alone can't replace genuine emotion. It seems actors should have more life experience to be able to act authentically. Look at this guy crying while holding his head in his arms. I should take a picture of that."
Thinking of this, Lin Sanqi took out the camera from his backpack, put the child down, and took a photo. This kind of photo record will be a precious testimony to his life in the future.
After the two of them finished crying, Bi Xinglong brought Feng Ruoqi over.
Lin Sanqi was also observing him. He didn't look as sloppy as he had imagined. It could be seen that although Feng Ruoqi lived in poverty, he tried hard to keep himself clean and tidy. He was obviously a very self-disciplined person.
But he was doing farm work after all. He was barefoot, his pants were covered in mud, and he was very thin. In the middle of winter, he was only wearing a Zhongshan suit, which looked very loose on him.
"Ruoqi, this is Dean Lin, my leader, whom I mentioned in the letter. The food coupons and banknotes I sent to you were all provided by Dean Lin."
Lin Sanqi extended his hand and said with a smile, "Hello, Comrade Feng Ruoqi!"
Feng Ruoqi looked at his hands, which were covered in mud, and then looked at Dean Lin's outstretched hand, which was firmly raised in the air. He no longer hesitated and clasped his hands together.
"Hello, Dean Lin. I'm Feng Ruoqi. I graduated from the Medical School of Cambridge University in Eagle Country. I worked at Peking Union Medical College Hospital for 13 years as an attending surgeon."
Lin Sanqi burst into laughter:
"Good! A hero's true character is revealed in times of crisis. I'm glad you can maintain such confidence in such a difficult situation. You're exactly the person I want!" (End of this chapter)
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