Chapter 198 Wang Ning's Illness and the War with South Vietnam
Wang Ning was a little disappointed when he learned that his nephew's hospital did not have caffeine.

He had a disappointed look on his face, but he said, "Haha, it's okay. I'll talk to the captain and ask him to ask the commune to bring some back when he goes to town."

As he said this, he was about to sit on the wooden stool.

As soon as he bent down, he suddenly let out two "ouch" sounds, held his lower back with one hand, and a painful expression appeared on his face.

"Uncle, what's wrong with you?"

Wang Mengde hurried over, helped him up, and then asked with concern.

"Well, my waist has been a little uncomfortable in the past few days. It might be caused by working."

Wang Ning slowly stood up and spoke in a low voice.

He didn't dare sit down anymore.

"Meng De, your uncle has had back pain these days, especially at night. Can you help him take a look at what's wrong?"

Wang Tianshi saw her son's painful expression and became very anxious, so she urged him.

"Grandma, don't worry, I'll come and see what's wrong with my waist."

Seeing Wang Ning grimacing and trying his best to endure, Wang Mengde comforted Wang Tianshi and asked, "Master, does it hurt here?"

As she asked, she touched his lower back.

After some inquiries, combined with symptoms such as lower back pain, hematuria, and turbid urine, it was finally determined that Wang Ning was suffering from stranguria (kidney stones).

After thinking for a while, Wang Mengde turned to Wang Tianshi and asked, "Grandma, do you have chopsticks at home?"

If you were in the city, he would prescribe some Chinese medicine and you would be cured after taking it for a few days.

But now he is in the countryside. Firstly, he doesn't have enough time. Secondly, it takes him several days to come back. He can't observe frequently, so he can only use other means.

It was a good opportunity for him to test out his acupuncture skills.

"Yes, when I opened the canteen a few years ago, I hid a few pairs of chopsticks at home. I took them out and washed them a while ago."

Wang Tian said in a low voice.

Then he told Wang Mengqi to go into the house and get the chopsticks.

After getting the chopsticks, Wang Mengde did not waste any time and directly used the round head of the chopsticks to press several acupoints on Wang Ning's wrist.

As he moved, within two minutes, Wang Ning's brows relaxed and he instantly felt that the pain in his waist was gone.

"Hey, my waist doesn't hurt anymore, it's better now."

Wang Ning said in surprise after turning his waist carefully.

He knew that his nephew was an excellent medical practitioner.

But unexpectedly, just tapping his arm a few times with a chopstick would cure his back pain.

It's simply amazing.

"This is just temporary pain relief. If you want to get completely well, you need acupuncture."

Wang Mengde shook his head.

He pondered for a moment, wondering whether he should find an excuse to take the needle out of the space directly.

At this time, Wang Mengqi said, "Cousin, do you need acupuncture needles? My cousin has a set."

His cousin is Zhou Xiaoli, the nephew of Zhou Lingling from her mother's side.

Two years ago, because he could read a little, he was selected to go to Changping County for training for a few months. After he came back, he became a barefoot doctor in the nearby area.

During the slack season on weekdays, he would carry his medicine box and go from street to street to treat people.

"Oh, where's your cousin?"

"Meng De, in our school, the commune built a house for cousin Meng Qi last year to use as a clinic. From now on, he won't have to go around the streets. When there's no work to do at home, he'll be there."

Wang Ning smiled and explained, "He does have a set of acupuncture needles. I've seen him giving acupuncture to others before. I'll go borrow some from him."

He wished that the pain that had been tormenting him for several days would disappear immediately.

Then I couldn't wait to go out.

"Uncle, you should rest at home first. Your waist pain is just temporarily relieved. Meng Qi and I should go and borrow some. I happen to be riding a bicycle and will be back soon."

Wang Mengde quickly stopped him.

What Wang Ning said just now about the newly built clinic aroused his interest, and he planned to go and take a look. This place was opened many years earlier because of him.

If he had not written the "Barefoot Doctor Manual" and proposed the three-level rural medical system in advance.

Medical insurance in rural areas, namely health clinics, did not become widely available until the early 1970s.

"Yes, Dad. I'm going with my cousin."

When he heard that he could ride a bicycle, Wang Mengqi's eyes lit up and he quickly stood up and patted his chest.

In Tiangezhuang, only the team leader's family has a bicycle, which is usually locked at home like a treasure and no one is allowed to ride it.

Every time he passed by the captain's house, he would stick his head into the yard, hoping to catch one more glimpse.

Just now, he had searched his cousin's bicycle from top to bottom, but he didn't expect that he could still sit on it.

This opportunity cannot be missed.

"Okay, then go ahead."

Wang Ning naturally didn't insist.

Pushing the bicycle out of the yard, under the command of Wang Mengqi, Wang Mengde rode him out of the village.

When passing by the village, Wang Mengqi saw a group of children picking willow buds from the trees. He shouted a few words in a proud manner.

Then, under the envious eyes of others, he waved and left triumphantly.

After leaving the village and riding along the country road for less than two miles, we arrived at the school gate.

This school is where school-age children from five or six nearby villages go to school. It is built in the middle of several villages.

There are about ten houses and a large yard.

Later, when the commune was preparing to build a clinic in these villages, each village hoped that the clinic could be in its own village.

After a long debate, someone suggested that the clinic be built in the school yard.

After entering the school yard, the health room is not far from the entrance.

Then I saw two people standing outside the door, chatting, both waiting for Zhou Xiaoli to treat them.

When I entered the room, I saw Zhou Xiaoli frowning as he flipped through a book while treating a child.

Wang Mengde did not disturb him, but looked around.

This is an adobe house divided into suites. There are several cabinets in the inner room, which contain some simple medical equipment, as well as Western medicines and Chinese herbal medicines.

There is also a small bed next to it, which should be used for his daily rest.

The outer room is the clinic.

There was a long table and a few small stools.

It is this simple clinic that will provide medical insurance for hundreds of millions of farmers in the coming decades.

After a long while, when the parent in the room took the child out, Zhou Xiaoli discovered Wang Mengde and the other person, and then said with a look of surprise:

"Brother Meng De, you are here. Come and sit down. I will pour you a glass of water."

Wang Mengde was not only his relative, but also, in the words of later generations, his idol.

The "Barefoot Doctor's Manual" that I just translated was written by the person in front of me.

This book has helped him a lot in the past few years. Most of the problems that he considered to be difficult and complicated can be solved in this book.

He is now considered a qualified doctor in the eyes of villagers in the surrounding villages.

After chatting for a while, Wang Mengde saw a patient coming in from outside, so he took the borrowed needle and walked out. On the way, he was thinking about a problem he had discovered when chatting with Zhou Xiaoli just now.

The number of patients treated in the clinic every day is quite large. After all, there are several nearby villages with a population of two to three thousand, and this is the only place where patients can be treated.

There are at least seven or eight people coming every day, and sometimes there are even more than a dozen.

But most of these people have serious symptoms.

It’s mainly because everyone has no money, so people just stay at home to treat minor illnesses instead of going to the clinic.

As a result, many minor illnesses are delayed and some are even beyond the optimal treatment time, and finally can only be sent to the town health center or the county people's hospital for treatment.

Wang Mengde had an idea of ​​a solution to this problem.

His method is a perfect match with the three-level medical system in rural areas.

but.

Because there are not enough barefoot doctors in rural areas, and now we are in a difficult period, the timing is not yet ripe.

He planned to announce this proposal when the time was right in three to five years.

Soon, he returned to Tiangezhuang.

After inserting more than a dozen needles into Wang Ning's lower back.

Within an hour, the kidney stones in his waist turned into small particles and were discharged through the urethra.

"Okay, drink more water next time, and don't do too much heavy work these days."

Wang Mengde sterilized a dozen needles with fire, then carefully placed them in a cloth bag, and then said to Wang Ning.

His current acupuncture skills can be said to be superb. I dare not say that he can 'revive the dead and turn bones into flesh', but for common diseases, he can cure them with acupuncture.

Vice President Zhu of the Chinese Academy of Traditional Chinese Medicine often lamented that it was a pity that he did not belong to the Acupuncture Research Institute.

"Meng De is indeed a skilled doctor who can bring people back to health."

Wang Ning touched his lower back with his hand and found that there was nothing unusual, so he smiled and praised.

Then I looked up at the sky and found that the sun was almost overhead.

"By the way, I've been at home all morning. It's too late. If I don't go, other members will be dissatisfied.

Meng De, please be careful when you go back later, I won’t see you off.”

He didn't mention lunch.

Now that it is a time of famine, every meal in the team is watery and there is not enough for the people in the village.

Wang Mengde, as an "outsider", naturally had no share.

"Uncle, please go and do your work. I will talk to grandpa and grandma for a while and then I will go back."

Wang Mengde also said with a smile.

After Wang Ning left, he chatted with the two old people for a while and told them some interesting things that had happened to their children recently.

It was estimated to be around half past eleven when he prepared to go back.

Before leaving, he left some nutritional supplements, this time including two kilograms of peach cakes.

These peach cakes were not bought from the market, but from his space.

"Grandpa, grandma, please hide these things. Don't let others find them."

Several nutritional supplements, including half a pound of brown sugar and rock sugar, were placed on the table in the living room.

Seeing him take out so many good things, Wang Jinghui's face changed drastically. He quickly closed the door, carefully checked through the crack in the door, and then said:
"Meng De, why did you bring so many good things? Your grandmother and I can't eat much, so you can take half of them back and give them to the children.

By the way, next time before you take it out, make sure to check if there is anyone outside and close the door to prevent someone from showing up unexpectedly and discovering these things, which would cause trouble."

No wonder he was nervous.

Not to mention the difficult years, even if we count further back, to the years immediately after liberation, there were still sufficient supplies on the market.

Most people can't afford the nutritious products on the table.

Not to mention now.

"Got it, Grandpa. I'll pay attention next time."

Wang Mengde agreed with a smile.

In fact, he was already very cautious.

With his current ability, he could tell whether there was anyone outside the yard by just listening carefully.

But there is no further explanation.

on Monday.

morning.

Wang Mengde had just arrived at the research institute and had not yet sat down when he was called by President Lu.

When they arrived at the dean's office, the secretary poured him a cup of tea, then quietly closed the door and left.

"Comrade Wang Mengde, I'm here to ask you for advice today."

Dean Lu sat behind his desk and said with a serious face.

"Dean, please speak."

"Well, it's like this. Recently, the medicine you developed to treat malaria is being clinically tested in Hainan.

Now my superior asked me to ask you, if we skip the clinical trial and directly give the drug to patients, how sure do you think it is in terms of safety? Is there a high probability of problems?"

“Give the patient the medicine directly?”

Wang Mengde was stunned. He didn't quite understand why the country was so anxious.

I haven't heard of anything happening in the country recently.

Seeing his puzzled look, Dean Lu explained directly: "Comrade Wang Mengde, I hope you can keep the following words absolutely confidential and not tell anyone.

Well, you may have heard that in the past year or two, things have not been peaceful in South Vietnam, and there has been constant war between the North and the South.

Originally, the North had the upper hand with our support, but the situation has changed recently as a serious malaria epidemic broke out there.

This malaria is different from previous ones. It is more resistant to quinine drugs than ever before and is more contagious.

In the past two months, the number of deaths in the war is not as high as the number of deaths from malaria.

Now, they somehow found out that you have developed a new prescription, and they sent an urgent request to China, hoping that we can support them with drugs and prescriptions."

It turned out that something happened in South Vietnam.

Hearing that it was not a domestic matter, Wang Mengde breathed a sigh of relief.

However, when he heard that Nan Yue actually wanted the prescription, he immediately became alert.

At this time, he was the only one who knew what this ungrateful South Vietnamese would do in the future.

So, he thought about it and suggested: “Dean, I think it is not necessary to give them this prescription, but we cannot directly support Chinese medicinal materials.

After all, if we give these Chinese medicinal materials to them, a lot of them will probably be wasted. I think it would be better to make them into pills directly and send them over.

As for safety, I don't think it needs to be considered, because the probability of problems arising from taking the medicine is definitely lower than the probability of problems arising from malaria.

By the way, our colleagues also need to understand the effects of the medication on them so that they can use it as clinical research data.”

He knew that whether to provide aid or not was not something he could control, so he simply treated the aid as a clinical trial.

"Well, you are absolutely right. I will give your feedback to my superiors."

Dean Lu said in agreement.

Time quickly came to the end of April, and two major events happened in the capital.

(End of this chapter)