Chapter 137: An Interview with Mr. M

After three months of overtime and unremitting efforts, they finally finished the first draft.

Wang Mengde looked at the excited crowd and felt very happy.

After a while, when everyone had gradually calmed down from their excitement, he clapped his hands, attracted everyone's attention, and said, "Thank you for your hard work during this period."

"Comrade Wang Mengde, this is what we should do. Besides, if we talk about hard work, you are the hardest working person here."

In the crowd, a middle-aged man in his forties spoke loudly.

He was introduced by Mr. Pu and used to work in other hospitals in Beijing.

When he first heard that he was seconded to the Chinese Academy of Traditional Chinese Medicine to write medical books, he was very happy.

After all, the Chinese Medical Research Institute is full of hidden talents and has many famous Chinese medicine experts. It is the most desirable place for all Chinese medicine doctors across the country.

When he arrived, he found out that the person in charge was actually a young man. Even though this young man was already famous, he still felt a little unconvinced.

I thought to myself that if this young man made a mistake, for Mr. Pu's sake, I would not say it in front of everyone but point it out in private.

Two days later, he suddenly realized that although Wang Mengde was young, his medical skills were much better than his.

Not to mention his memory, he is very knowledgeable and has a good memory.

During the writing process, I needed to look up a lot of information, but there was no internet at that time, so I had to rely on flipping through books one by one.

I often want to find a piece of knowledge, but I forget which book it is in.

At this time, after Wang Mengde learned about it, he could mostly tell the content of this knowledge point and even say which book it was written in.

Even when he reviews content written by others, he can quickly find omissions and errors.

At the same time, we can also give some suggestions and directions to help everyone avoid many detours.

In addition, after get off work at night, I still stay in the company to work overtime to handle related work.

After just a few days of getting along, several people who originally had the same idea as him were finally convinced.

In this way, dozens of people worked together, under the organization and leadership of Wang Mengde, everyone performed their duties and assisted each other, and finally completed the task successfully in three months.

It was nearly a month ahead of the time set by our superiors.

"Yes, Comrade Wang Mengde, we were able to complete the editing work so early, all thanks to your leadership."

"Yes, if we rely on ourselves, we may not be able to complete it in a year, and most of them cannot be written so well."

Several other people also said so.

After three months of contact, these people were all convinced by Wang Mengde.

"Haha, this is the result of everyone's efforts. It cannot be accomplished by just one person." Wang Mengde said modestly.

What he said was true. If one person were to write this "Barefoot Doctor Manual", it would be extremely difficult.

Not to mention anything else, even the understanding and treatment of various diseases, as well as prevention and treatment, cannot be written without decades of accumulated medical experience.

What's more, this person needs to be extremely familiar with and understand the entire subject.

Therefore, if a person, especially a young person, takes out a copy of the "Barefoot Doctor's Manual" in this era and claims that he or she wrote it himself or herself, he or she will definitely be suspected.

"I will give the manual we compiled to the dean for review later. Let's take a rest first.

By the way, don’t throw away the draft papers, everyone should keep them away, they may be useful in the future, maybe some museum will collect these manuscripts in the future.”

Wang Mengde carefully put the manual consisting of thousands of pages of paper into a bag, and then gave instructions.

This room is quite large, being several rooms connected together. Even if dozens of people work together, it still seems very spacious.

But because there were a lot of medical books and draft papers on each table and on the floor next to them, it still looked a little messy.

These medical books are from the collection of the Chinese Medical Research Institute. Fortunately, there are many medical books in the institute, which is a great help.

As for the draft papers, Wang Mengde also asked everyone to collect them. These are the testimonies of their hard work and can be considered cultural relics in the future.

After giving the instructions, he came out of the office with his bag and went straight to Pu Lao's office next door.

"gentlemen."

"Meng De, has this been completed?"

Seeing that he was holding a bag in his hand, Pu Lao asked with a look of surprise.

"Yes, sir.

This medical manual has just been completed and has a total of 1,027 pages. "

As he spoke, Wang Mengde carefully took out all the papers from his bag and placed them on his desk.

The first edition of the "Barefoot Doctor's Manual" in the previous life had a total of 780 pages. The manual they compiled this time has several more chapters and a lot of new content.

So there are a lot of extra pages.

"Okay, let me take a look."

Mr. Pu picked up a few pages from the desk, looked at the table of contents, and then compared them with the table of contents to look up some of the content inside.

He looked and nodded.

At the same time, I was thinking carefully in my mind.

After about half an hour, Pu Lao finally put down all the papers, and then smiled with satisfaction: "Meng De, I just read a small part of the content.

I found that the content you wrote was beyond my expectations. I didn't expect it to be so comprehensive, so detailed, and yet so easy to understand.

In my opinion, even a beginner who does not know medical knowledge can diagnose and treat patients after taking this book and becoming familiar with it for a few months. Of course, the probability of making mistakes will be high, which is inevitable. "

Over the past few months, Mr. Pu was initially a little worried that this student was too young and would have difficulty taking on this task.

So, in the first few days, he often went to visit them, calling it a drop-in.

After learning more about it, he found that Wang Mengde's ability to assign tasks and handle coordination was beyond his expectations, so he stopped paying attention to that aspect, filled in Wang Mengde's vacancy every day, and spent a lot of time seeing patients at Guang'anmen Hospital.

"Sir, I will send this manual to Dean Lu later."

When Wang Mengde heard what his teacher said, he smiled and said.

With Mr. Pu's approval and his past life experience as a reference, he believes that this manual will definitely be a pleasant surprise to everyone.

"Well, it's time to send it to Dean Lu. By the way, after you finish writing it, have you checked it a few more times?"

Pu Lao pinched his beard and asked with some concern.

This kind of medical book is prepared for future medical staff from all over the country. If there are mistakes in it, it will be a big trouble.

If things go wrong, someone might die.

"Sir, this manual was actually completed last week, and I asked everyone to cross-check it several times. At the same time, I also went through the entire manuscript twice, word by word.

I have corrected any typos or omissions, and for controversial points, I have gathered opinions from all sides and only added them after they are clear and understandable. I have deleted any uncertain points.

Wang Mengde quickly explained.

He also knew the seriousness of what would happen if something went wrong, so he was extremely cautious.

"Then I'm relieved." Pu Lao nodded and said, "Then go to Dean Lu's office to find him before he gets off work."

director's office.

Wang Mengde sat obediently on the sofa, holding an enamel pot in his hand.

Dean Lu was concentrating on reading the manual he had taken, and from time to time he was writing and drawing in a notebook, recording something.

It was not until the end of the get off work day that Dean Lu raised his head. He pushed the frame of his glasses on his nose, put down the pen in his hand, and said to Wang Mengde with a smile:

"Comrade Wang Mengde, this handbook is so well written. It is tailor-made for rural areas in my country."

He used to be a highly skilled Chinese medicine doctor, and as the dean of the hospital, he could naturally tell at a glance how valuable this manual was.

It can be said that this manual is definitely a valuable book that conforms to the national conditions and the times.

It is a magical book that can save the lives of millions of people, and the medical problems of hundreds of millions of people will be solved because of this book.

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. He stood up involuntarily and walked around the office in circles.

Only when he saw Wang Mengde also stand up did he stop and said with a smile: "Comrade Wang Mengde, have you given this manual a name?"

"Dean, I haven't come up with a name yet. Please give me one."

Wang Mengde said with a smile.

He originally wanted to call this manual "Barefoot Doctor Manual", but later he thought it would be better to leave the naming opportunity to the leader.

It's just a name anyway, it's the same no matter what it's called.

"Haha, since there is no name, let's leave it to the superiors to choose."

Dean Lu looked at him appreciatively and said.

After that, the two chatted for a while before Dean Lu said with a lingering feeling:
"Leave this manual here for now. Since you have reviewed it several times, I will not arrange for someone else to review it again. I will send it to my superior tomorrow. Please wait for my news."

Coming out of the dean's office, I returned to the large office where the manual was written.

No one went back home after get off work, but sat in their respective chairs, absentmindedly sorting out medical books and draft papers.

Seeing him coming back, everyone turned their eyes to him.

"Everyone, go back first. The dean has already approved it. Tomorrow he will send our manuscript directly to his superiors. Let's just wait for the news with peace of mind."

Wang Mengde said to everyone with a smile.

A few days later.

Since President Lu didn't look for him, Wang Mengde was not in a hurry.

He knew that even if Dean Lu handed in the manual in time, his superiors would have to find someone to verify it before giving any feedback.

So, in the past few days, he resumed his previous work habits, taking two of his junior brothers and sisters to Guang'anmen Hospital for consultation every day.

The rest of the time, I read and study with everyone in the big office.

Or get together to discuss medical skills.

Of course, the others could still participate in the discussion at the beginning, but later they gradually just listened, and he was the one who spoke the most most of the time.

Wang Mengde was not shy about sharing his medical knowledge with everyone without reservation.

At the same time, when someone was talking about Western medicine, he would sit down and listen while taking notes.

The "Barefoot Doctor's Handbook" also contains a large amount of Western medicine content. In addition, the Chinese Academy of Traditional Chinese Medicine has recently been carrying out the integration of Chinese and Western medicine, and many people have conducted in-depth research on Western medicine.

This morning.

Wang Mengde is seeing patients at Guang'anmen Hospital.

Suddenly, Li Xiang pushed the door open and walked in breathlessly. He didn't care about the other patients and said quickly:

"Brother, the dean has something urgent to discuss with you. The gentleman will come to take over your appointment shortly. Please go to the dean's office now."

After apologizing to the patient, Wang Mengde stood up and hurried out with him.

As he walked forward with his long legs, he asked, "What does the dean want to see me about?"

"Brother, I don't know either. The master asked me to come here and find you first." Li Xiang followed behind him, jogging all the way.

Arrived at the dean's office.

In the room, besides President Lu, there were two other middle-aged men in Mao suits, sitting straight on the sofa with expressionless faces.

Seeing him come in, the two men stared at him up and down with sharp eyes.

"Dean, please find me."

"Come here, Comrade Wang Mengde, this is Comrade Han Zhenhua and Comrade Jiang Fang, they want to see you."

Dean Lu introduced both parties with a smile.

"Hello, Comrade Wang Mengde."

"Hello, Comrade Han Zhenhua, Comrade Jiang Fang."

The three of them shook hands and greeted each other.

Then Han Zhenhua said with a stiff smile on his face: "Comrade Wang Mengde, we need you to go to a place with us now."

"Yes."

Wang Mengde answered neatly.

He knew that an important person probably wanted to see him.

I didn't expect him to answer so straightforwardly, and Han Zhenhua had to hold back the words he had prepared.

The three people came to the gate of the research institute and got into a car. After the car started, Wang Mengde inadvertently discovered that there were many vehicles looming around them.

He thought to himself, could it be that person who wants to see him?

Sure enough, his guess was correct. The car turned several turns and finally arrived near Zhongshan Park.

After passing strict security checks, he came to a reception room.

He waited when no one was there. Five minutes later, footsteps were heard outside the door. Soon, a man named Mr. M, who was known to almost everyone in the country, walked in.

Mr. M smiled and extended his hand, saying, "Hello, Comrade Wang Mengde, we finally meet."

"Hello, Mr. M."

Even though Wang Mengde was a time traveler, when he saw this person, his voice still trembled with excitement.

"Haha, young comrade, don't be nervous, come and sit down. Actually, I have wanted to see you for a long time, but unfortunately I have never had the time. This is a good opportunity for us to have a good chat. By the way, I will treat you to a meal.

We had braised pork at noon. The braised pork made by the staff tasted very good. By the way, the meat coupons and food coupons are all mine. You can eat them without worry later."

Mr. M said in a casual manner.

"Let's eat and talk. I have a lot of questions for you."

(End of this chapter)