Before the sun rose, the Capital Machinery Factory staff quarters, shrouded in mist, were already bustling with activity.
The sound of a broom scraping against bluestone slabs, the crisp bell of the newspaper deliveryman's bicycle, and the sound of pots and pans in the kitchen all blend together.
Full of life.
Sister Bai, who worked at a state-owned barber shop, had just locked the door when she was called by her neighbor.
I asked her why she went out so early today since she usually goes to work at nine o'clock?
The cheerful woman only said one sentence and the neighbors knew why.
His voice was rough and hoarse, and he had difficulty swallowing. He must be feeling unwell.
The facts were just as she guessed.
"I'm going to see Master Huang for treatment."
Speaking of Doctor Huang, he is a legendary figure. It seems that his ancestors were imperial physicians who specialized in treating the nobles in the palace.
After liberation, he was assigned to work in the factory's staff hospital.
But political movements were frequent in the past few years, and all fields were greatly affected, including the medical system.
Not only were ancient Chinese medical books, documents and cultural relics destroyed, but traditional medicine was also criticized as the "Four Olds".
Because of his ancestral relationship, Dr. Huang suffered a great impact and was demoted for several years. He only recently returned to work.
His medical skills are beyond doubt. Anyone who has a headache, fever, or discomfort in the limbs will come to him.
Especially the elderly people in the hospital, who all did physical work in their early years, and they were never comfortable when it was cloudy or rainy. If it were not for Dr. Huang's superb medical skills, they would not know how much suffering they had suffered.
To put it bluntly, if it weren't for the new society, they would have no chance to be treated by the descendants of the "imperial physician".
However, in recent years, traditional Chinese medicine hospitals and institutes of traditional Chinese medicine have been impacted, with some institutions merged, closed or switched to Western medicine guidance.
The clinic in their factory is not big and has few wards, so it is now going to be merged with the street clinic.
In addition, the government vigorously promoted Western medicine in the first two years, and the Chinese medicine department was slow to show results and had no significant effects. The superiors discussed it and decided to abolish the department.
The health center doesn't have a department or position for Dr. Huang, but he can't be fired from his job, so they let him stay on duty here and wait for the wind direction to change.
So there are only eight rooms in the two-story building, and the first floor is used as an outpatient clinic, a medicine room, and an acupuncture room.
The second floor is arranged as a massage room and cupping room, and this place has become a specialized Chinese medicine clinic.
Normally we start work at nine o'clock, but the door opened just after eight o'clock. Two young men were cleaning the yard.
Since the other doctors left, there are fewer patients. The ones who come here are mostly elderly men, and they come for minor illnesses like headaches and fevers, which are not challenging at all.
In particular, the clinic's yard is only separated from the street by a fence. Not only is the environment noisy, but it is also difficult to clean.
"Hey, Brother Qian, didn't I hear that there's a university in the provincial capital that wants to hire our master to study acupuncture? The salary is high and they'll give us housing, so why wouldn't you go?"
If Sangzhi was present at this time, she would recognize that this eccentric and impatient young man was her master.
At present, he has not learned to be steady. Although he has some cleverness and talent, he always feels that learning this is useless.
He wanted to work as a worker in a machinery factory workshop. Not only would his monthly salary be high, but since it was a special job, he could get an extra 15 kilograms of grain and 1 kilogram of oil every month.
The man he called Brother Qian was Huang Maozhi's nephew. He was tall and thin, with regular features and a very steady personality.
He can be said to be Dr. Huang's direct disciple.
After hearing his nonsensical ridicule, he said in a serious tone.
"I've told you countless times not to call me Brother Qian, but Senior Brother. If Master hears you being disrespectful, he'll probably punish you by making you recite Ye Xuan Yi Heng again."
His junior fellow apprentice is good in every way, with a keen sense of smell and superb touch, but his personality is too erratic. He wants to give up halfway even after becoming his apprentice.
Today he wants to work in a workshop, and tomorrow he wants to be a chef's apprentice in a state-owned restaurant. He just doesn't like to put his mind on the right path.
Before I met him, I didn't believe there were geniuses in the world.
But after only one week of study, the junior fellow could smell out the types of medicinal herbs with his eyes closed.
When I saw that I had made more progress in just half a year than he had in three years, I had to admit that there is always someone better.
Han Tao was most afraid of reading medical records and memorizing ancient books. After hearing this threat, he dared not speak nonsense again.
Cleaning the yard is just the beginning of cleaning. Next they have to take out the prepared medicinal herbs that need to be dried.
Huang Qian was about to take action when he was stopped by his junior fellow apprentice. He asked the young man, who was usually sloppy and unruly, to take a break.
"Your hand is broken, why don't you just behave yourself? Is this just a small job for you? Go back to the house."
Huang Qian looked at his hanging arm, feeling equally helpless.
When a person is unlucky, even drinking cold water will make his teeth ache. Two days ago, he went to collect herbs. When he was about to reach the door of his home, he was knocked over by a child riding a bicycle who came out from the side.
The cyclist was fine, but his right hand was broken.
It was at that time that Han Tao witnessed how terrible his master was when he was angry.
Yes, the importance of the right hand to a doctor is self-evident.
Especially for Chinese medicine doctors, it is not an exaggeration to say that they are the lifeblood of the human body.
Think of it this way, when a doctor takes a pulse or inserts an injection, he uses his hands, right?
When pinching the needle, you have to feel the location and depth of the acupuncture point.
When inserting the needle, you should feel the vibration of the silver needle in the muscle and the depth of its jump.
If his hand doesn't recover well or if there are any sequelae, it can be said that his career will come to an end here.
Thinking about it this way, it is understandable that the master is angry.
But what did he feel was wrong?
My master personally performed all of my senior brother's treatment. Based on his medical skills, the possibility of any sequelae is very small.
Although they are short of staff here, there are not many patients either, so I am fully capable of handling his workload.
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