Minister Li, along with a group of deputy ministers and officials from the ministry, drove to the Dongyue Temple outside Chaoyangmen in a car.
As soon as the car drove out of the moat outside Chaoyang Gate, it was stuck in traffic. The horse-drawn carriages, donkey carts, bicycles, etc. in front were all stopped on the main road and could not move forward.
Many people who were in a hurry were cursing. It was probably the first time that many people were late for work due to traffic jams this morning. If they told others about it, the factory leaders might not believe it.
Deputy Minister Zhang checked his watch and saw that it was only 8:00 AM.
"This is strange. Although we don't come to the east part of the city often, when has there been a traffic jam in the east part of the city? This is a strange thing."
Minister Li was also a little puzzled:
"Could there be any unexpected incidents ahead? This will delay things, Xiaofang, go and ask what's going on."
The female secretary was very clever. She jumped out of the car immediately and ran to a police officer who was directing traffic not far away. Then she ran back:
"Minister, there's a traffic jam in front of the Dongyue Temple. Oh no, it's called the Infectious Disease Hospital now. There are patients coming from all over the country to see a doctor. I heard there are no less than five or six thousand people there."
Minister Li and Minister Zhang were both shocked when they heard this:
"So many people? It's only the first day of opening. By the way, what was the original planned patient capacity of the infectious disease hospital?"
After all, they are professionals. The leaders of the Ministry of Health immediately saw the contradiction in the problem.
Secretary Xiaofang's mind is full of numbers:
"Director Lin Sanqi originally planned that the infectious disease hospital would see a maximum of 500 outpatients a day, and currently has 300 beds."
Minister Li looked at the crowd outside, then at the people behind the car who were still rushing towards Dongyue Temple:
"Oh no! The infectious disease hospital can't handle such a huge number of patients. I'm afraid there will be riots. I don't want it to be smashed up right after it opens. Everyone, get out of the car and help!"
Vice Minister Zhang also agreed:
"People are already sick and in a bad mood. If they wait in line for a long time and still can't get treatment, they might really smash the hospital. In serious cases, they might even hurt people. This matter needs to be taken seriously."
The visiting group from the Ministry of Health got off the bus at Chaoyangmen and quickly ran towards Dongyue Temple under the guidance of the old lady.
When everyone ran to the hospital entrance panting, they found that there were even more people queuing up to watch, and probably many of them were citizens who came to watch the fun.
Then the crowd erupted in booing. Some were fighting, some were cheering, some were trying to stop the fight, and some were swearing.
Captain Li slapped his thigh and said, "Hurry, hurry, there's a disturbance! Ah, everyone, go and maintain order. Xiaofang, go to the police station and call for help. We must not allow a mass incident~~~"
Just as the people from the Ministry of Health were squeezed outside the crowd and anxiously waiting, suddenly a loud voice came from the loudspeaker:
"Pull out those who were the first to cut in line."
"Yes, this one, and that one, stop him. If he dares to resist, pull him aside and beat him!"
"Everyone in the back, please stop pushing. And the onlookers, please stand aside. This is a tuberculosis patient. Do you want to get infected by standing so close to him?"
When Minister Li and his entourage finally reached the main entrance of the hospital under the protection of the police, they found Lin Sanqi standing on the "Drum Tower" with a microphone, shouting into the microphone and directing people to line up.
In a corner of the hospital gate, a group of security guards were punching and kicking three young men.
The crowd nearby occasionally let out bursts of cheers, laughter, and curses, making it very lively.
It seemed as if everyone had come to an overpass instead of a hospital.
Minister Li felt his blood pressure rising, and his head was dizzy. He was furious and shouted at Lin Sanqi who was giving orders on the Drum Tower:
"Lin Sanqi, get down here! I heard it from the outside. Why are you hitting a patient?"
Lin Sanqi looked down and thought, "Oh no! Why is this old lady here?" So he ran down quickly:
"It's a misunderstanding, boss. These three guys cut in line, disrupted order, and even assaulted the security guards, so I pulled them out to teach them a lesson."
Deputy Minister Zhang was also furious: "Comrade Lin Sanqi, you are a doctor. No matter how badly the patient is suffering, we cannot hit him! This is a principled mistake."
Lin Sanqi rolled his eyes inwardly, thinking, "I've been busy all morning, and you guys don't help me? Instead, you act like a judge right here." "Could you please go to BJ Station and buy a ticket to take the train to Kaifeng Prefecture?"
I can complain in my heart, but I have to pretend to be serious on the surface:
"Minister Li, Deputy Minister Zhang, the truth is, I suspect these three young men are not patients at all, but the Buddha of this Forty-Nine City. If they are not Buddhas, they at least have three hands.
You see, the people who really want to see a doctor are queuing up according to the regulations, but these three people are weaving in and out of the crowd, shouting that they want to see a doctor and inciting the people in the queue to squeeze forward. Judging from their lively appearance, they are definitely not patients.
At this time, there were also enthusiastic people in the crowd helping to explain:
"That's right, these three people are not good people!"
"These three people are here to stir up trouble, not to queue up. I suspect they are enemy agents!"
"Dean Lin has already set the rules, but they're the only ones trying to cut in line?"
Anyone who can become a minister or deputy minister is a shrewd person and is not so easily fooled. Everyone in the Ministry of Health immediately realized that there was something wrong with these three people.
This has caused public outrage.
But superficial work must always be done, otherwise why would it be called a "superior inspection team"?
"No matter what, you can't hit people. Forget it this time. Hand these three people over to the police. Don't hit people next time."
Lin Sanqi was a little unconvinced and decided to explain himself:
"Leaders, in troubled times, severe punishments must be used. Look at the situation here. It's like a frying pan, ready to explode at the slightest touch. I'm also afraid. What if there's a stampede and people die?
So I don't have time to explain slowly, to sort things out slowly, I can only make an example of others. No matter who cuts in line, I will cancel their queue number for minor offenses, and I will beat the serious ones, just to show others who disrupt order."
Lin Sanqi doesn't care about the quality of the common people at all.
Chinese people have a strong herd mentality. If everyone else is queuing, they will follow suit. But as long as one or two people succeed in cutting in line, the people who are queuing honestly behind them will also rush to cut in line.
So Lin Sanqi showed no mercy. He beat them when they should be beaten, scolded them when they should be scolded, and made them dig sand if they dared to resist.
Minister Li probably knew what was going on and didn't want to dwell on it any more. He thought that the beating would happen anyway and he could just pretend it was over.
"By the way, I just heard that you have some rules for registering here? Tell me about them."
Lin Sanqi smiled and said:
"As you can see, with thousands of people, even if I'm running at full capacity, I can only open 750 tickets a day at most. But there are still many people queuing up, and they are unwilling to queue up again the next day. Only then will they get their turn?
So I register them in batches, releasing 750 numbers each time, which is like making an appointment for them in advance. This way, they know their number and the approximate time they can see the doctor, saving them from having to wait in line all night like headless flies just to get a number, which is too tiring.
"Make an appointment in advance?"
Minister Li and other Ministry of Health officials nodded repeatedly. "This is a good idea. Patients can freely and reasonably arrange their appointment times."
Lin Sanqi pointed to a large blackboard at the door:
"I also plan to publicly display the remaining appointments for a certain date and time at any given time, so that patients can easily see which morning or afternoon appointments are available and register in advance. I plan to implement this policy long-term."
Minister Li smiled and said, "That's a good idea. You can try it out for a while and then summarize the experience. I think we can promote it to all hospitals nationwide."
Vice Minister Zhang also praised it:
"Although making an appointment is a small matter, it also reflects the good purpose of the Capital Infectious Disease Hospital to do everything possible to serve the people wholeheartedly. This should be praised and is worth learning from for everyone."
Lin Sanqi heaved a sigh of relief. It seemed that his incident of beating someone up was over.
"Minister Li, and several other ministers and leaders, please come on, everyone, please put on your masks first. I will show you around the inside of the hospital."
Vice Minister Zhang took the mask and took a look at it, and immediately saw the problem:
"Comrade Sanqi, why is your mask different from ours?"
When Vice Minister Zhang came to inspect the Infectious Disease Hospital, he would of course prepare a mask in advance, but his mask was made of several layers of gauze, so it could be washed and reused if it got dirty.
Lin Sanqi wanted to establish a modern medical system in the 1960s, which meant starting from scratch. Even the masks had to be completely reformed.
"Leaders, the full name of the masks I gave you is medical protective masks. You can see that the material used is the most advanced meltblown non-woven fabric, which has not yet been produced in China."
When Lin Sanqi said this, he suddenly scratched his head and thought that if he wanted to produce N95 masks in this era, it seemed that he had to produce meltblown non-woven fabrics first?
However, the production of meltblown nonwovens requires the use of raw materials, polypropylene particles and additives, which are currently not available. (End of this chapter)
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