Chapter 212: Kick open the door to the underworld and change the book of life and death

"Whoo~"

it is finally over!
Two days before the New Year's Day holiday, Wang Mengde finally attended the commendation meeting.

In recent days, he has attended no less than ten commendation meetings, sometimes even one in the morning and one in the afternoon in one day.

Fortunately, the conferences were held at different times, so there were no conflicts.

He felt that these days were more tiring than sitting in the hospital for consultation. Not only did he have to concentrate and pay attention to his sitting posture, but he also had to go on stage to speak frequently.

It was just exhausting, both physically and mentally.

If it weren't for the memory of his past life, he would have collapsed just writing the speech.

Now, this year's 'mission' is finally completed.

For the remaining two days, he only needed to go to Guang'anmen Hospital to see patients, and then on Saturday morning, the last working day of the year, he would go to the Medical University to give a half-day lecture.

Originally, he had finished his lectures at the medical university long ago.

However, the president of the medical university kept looking for Dean Lu, insisting that Wang Mengde go two more times.

Dean Lu had no choice but to let him go a few more times.

night.

Return home from get off work.

When Wang Mengde handed the medals and prizes he had received at the commendation meeting this morning to He Shengnan.

She hurriedly wiped the water on her hands on the apron around her waist, then carefully took a few things.

Then he said happily:
"Meng De, this is the twelfth reward you have received this year. Our box is almost full. We need to buy a bigger box next year."

In recent years, Wang Mengde would receive a bunch of medals, awards and prizes at the end of every year.

Some of these prizes are towels, some are pens, and some are notebooks.

Of course, the most common ones are white enamel pots, and there are dozens of them in my house now.

Ran Xiaomei and He Shengnan did not allow others to use these enamel pots and kept them in a box. They were only taken out and placed on the long table in the living room for display during festivals.

“There will be about this many every year, and in a few years, our house won’t be able to accommodate them.

Either pick out some of them and use them, otherwise, if they are left unused, they will go bad over time.

In terms of commemorative significance, medals and awards are enough.”

Wang Mengde thought of a large box filled with notebooks, enamel mugs, towels, etc., which were all covered in dust.

He quickly suggested.

"no!"

Ran Xiaomei and He Shengnan said in unison.

"Keep these for now. We don't need them at home anyway. Besides, these things are of good quality and won't go bad even if they are kept for a few years. We can talk about them later."

Well, the quality of goods nowadays is really good.

The quality of goods in later generations cannot be compared with that of this time.

There are many things that can be used for decades, which means "one thing is passed down through three generations, and it still exists even after the person is gone."

The dinner table.

After taking a bite of the steamed bun made from two kinds of dough, Ran Xiaomei instructed Wang Mengde:

"Meng De, the weather has been getting colder these days, and it might snow in a few days.

This New Year's Day holiday is two days. You should go back to Tiangezhuang and bring some food back for your grandparents to store for the winter.

Oh, and buy two kilograms of cakes and candies to supplement your nutrition."

In the past few months, he often went back every ten days or half a month, and each time he brought some cornmeal and a small amount of white flour.

In fact, he had been there last week, and Ran Xiaomei was afraid that it would snow heavily and it would be inconvenient for him to go back next week.

It just so happened that New Year's Day fell on Sunday, so we had two days off.

She simply asked her son to make the difficult trip and deliver some food in case of emergency.

"Okay, Mom, I'll go there on Sunday morning and buy two kilograms of cakes and one kilogram of candy."

Wang Mengde agreed.

"Well, we don't have enough cookie and pastry tickets at home, so go buy some expensive ones."

Ran Xiaomei thought about the fact that there were only three or four taels of cake and biscuit tickets left at home, so she said in a low voice.

Since the second half of 58, due to the financial crisis, the amount of money supply has increased significantly.

The money that ordinary people and residents have is not enough to buy anything, and coupled with the shortage of supplies, the supply and demand pressure is very great.

In order to recover funds, the capital city began to implement a system of collecting food coupons or meal vouchers from the catering industry in August last year.

However, special regulations were made for 18 high-end restaurants. Food coupons were not required to dine in these restaurants, but the prices were high, and the current prices were about five times higher than before.

By April 1961, more than 800 high-end restaurants had opened in over 200 cities across the country, selling meat dishes and famous wines at high prices.

At the same time, in order to recover funds from the high currency holders at that time (mainly farmers who sold agricultural products at high prices, industrialists and businessmen who received fixed interest rates, and senior intellectuals).

In January 1961, high-priced cakes and candies were officially sold in more than 40 large and medium-sized cities across the country.

Cakes and biscuits sold in food stores have been changed to be supplied at negotiable prices, making them unaffordable for ordinary residents.

In the food stores in the capital, the price of pastries is 3.5 yuan per pound, which is about 4.8 times higher than the price paid with pastry coupons (60 cents per pound).

The price of candy was 4.5 yuan per pound, which was about 4.6 times higher than the purchase price using candy coupons (80 cents per pound).

In this way, the funds were recovered at one-fifth of the cost, or in other words, the purchasing power of the over-issued currency was directly depreciated to 20% for recovery.

This will greatly reduce inflationary pressure.

In 1961 alone, high-priced candies, high-priced cakes, high-priced meals and famous wines brought in a total of 3.8 billion yuan.

The high-price profit was 2.6 billion yuan.

"I got it, Mom."

Wang Mengde agreed readily.

Just two pounds of pastries and one pound of candy would cost eleven yuan and fifty cents if you buy them at a high price.

Ordinary families cannot afford it.

Like the old Jia family next door, Qin Huairu is the only one working to earn money. If she wants to buy these three kilograms of things, it will cost her half a month's salary.

After the purchase, the whole family will be left with nothing.

In other words, Wang Mengde and Wang Hao have high salaries and do not have too much spending, so they can buy it once in a while.

the next day.

morning.

On the campus of the Medical University.

Wang Mengde and Jiang Zhen were talking as they walked.

"Jiang Zhen, how do you feel about the past four months in Beijing?"

“Doctor Wang, everything else is fine here, except the climate.

The weather here is not only cold but also relatively dry, and I have nasal allergies from time to time.”

Jiang Zhen shrank his neck and complained in a low voice.

In my hometown in Guangxi Province, the winter weather there is a little colder a few days before and after the Chinese New Year.

The rest of the time, it's quite warm.

"You will have to study here for at least a few years, and then you will gradually adapt."

Wang Mengde greeted a classmate who was passing by and said something to comfort him.

"By the way, I see you've lost some weight, is it because the meal tickets given by the school are not enough for you?"

She glanced at his figure, which was thinner than it had been a few months ago, and continued.

Because of the difficult times in recent years, the government has issued 31 kilograms of food coupons to college students per month, and 27 kilograms to women, as well as a food allowance of 10.5 yuan. These amounts have generally dropped significantly compared to previous years.

It was not until 1965 that the situation improved somewhat, with the monthly allowance increased to 34 kilograms for boys and 32 kilograms for girls.

As for the food expenses, they increased to thirteen dollars.

"Doctor Wang, our school is relatively good. The food in the cafeteria is OK. Plus, I don't eat much, so the food coupons I get every month are enough for me."

Jiang Zhen said with a smile.

In fact, the situation is far from as optimistic as he said.

Because we were in a difficult period, food was in short supply and it was often impossible to supply it according to the ration, so we could only implement "low targets and vegetables as substitutes".

The canteen provides wild vegetables, leaves, corn cob powder, etc. as substitute foods.

Because they could not fill their stomachs, students were generally malnourished. Many suffered from edema and hepatitis, and some were even forced to drop out of school.

In order to reduce physical exertion, they lay on their beds in the dormitory and read books.

Classes and exams are greatly affected.

“Well, if you have any difficulties in the future, you can come to my house to find me, or you can come to the Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine to find me.

When I get to the Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine, I'll tell the security department my name and they'll pass it on."

Seeing that he was in good condition for the time being, Wang Mengde gave him some instructions.

"Doctor Wang, don't worry, I will definitely ask you for help if I need any help."

Jiang Zhen said solemnly.

“Haha, that’s right.

I am going to the classroom now to prepare for class. Are you going back to the dormitory or to class?"

Wang Mengde asked, thinking that the time was about right.

Just now, several students from the Medical University hurriedly passed by him. From their brief conversation, he learned that they were all going to the classroom to wait for his class.

"Doctor Wang, I want to attend your class, too."

"Ah? If you go there now, there won't be any seats left in the classroom. It's so cold, it won't be comfortable to stay outside the classroom for a few hours."

Wang Mengde persuaded.

In fact, he didn't say anything else. Jiang Zhen had only studied for three months, so most of what he said was incomprehensible.

Going to the classroom to listen to lectures won’t help much, it’s better to go back to the dormitory to keep warm.

"It's okay. Several of my classmates have gone over there. They are also listening outside the classroom. I'll go find them."

Jiang Zhen insisted.

When he first entered the school, he heard from his seniors how valuable Wang Mengde’s lectures were.

Even if you don't understand, don't give up. Memorize it by rote. It may be useful in the future.

The students believed in their senior's words without a doubt, and from then on, they attended every class taught by Wang Mengde.

In order to write down every word he said in class, we even divided the work and each person wrote down a few sentences.

Seeing that he was so persistent, Wang Mengde stopped persuading him.

noon.

In the cafeteria of the Medical University.

Several school leaders, led by a vice-principal, accompanied Wang Mengde while they ate and chatted.

There is no lack of flattery in his words.

Of course, Wang Mengde was well aware of their purpose, which was mainly to make him change his mind and come to teach more often in the future.

It’s best to make it long-term.

Over the past few months, he has taught more than 20 classes at the Medical University.

His level is not only loved by many students, but also admired by school leaders and teachers.

Just as the dinner was coming to an end.

A staff member hurried in.

He looked anxious, and said to the vice president and a group of teachers: "President Pan, teachers, something has happened.

The hospital has received a pregnant woman who was initially diagnosed with amniotic fluid embolism. We have asked Director Pan to come over for a consultation."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's faces changed.

'Amniotic fluid embolism' is a terminal illness in this era.

This is a serious complication during childbirth. The probability of this happening to a pregnant woman is very low, generally four to six out of every 100,000 people.

Of course, the mortality rate is very high. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is 99 percent.

Even in later times when medical care was advanced, the mortality rate reached 80 to 90 percent.

Let me put it this way, in the future, if a woman suffering from "amniotic fluid embolism" survives in a certain hospital.

With their resumes, the obstetrics and gynecology medical staff of this hospital can have a strong presence in the national health system.

Wang Mengde had seen a news report in his previous life about a patient who was saved in a hospital in Guangxi Province. The operation took a full twenty-seven hours.

Finally, 60,000 milliliters of blood were used, which is about the total blood volume of 17 or 18 adults.

"Comrade Wang Mengde, I'm sorry, I have to leave now."

Vice President Pan quickly stood up and said apologetically.

As he said that, he was about to walk out.

"President Pan, I'll go with you. I have some experience in gynecology."

Wang Mengde also stood up and chased after him.

He is not bragging.

In addition to internal medicine, Dr. Pu is also best at gynecology, pediatrics, etc.

Over the past few years, although he has not had much practical experience, in theory, his knowledge of medicine from previous lives combined with the space is no less than that of any famous gynecologist of this era.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Vice President Pan was naturally familiar with his medical knowledge and knew that since he dared to go with him, he must have real skills in gynecology.

One more person means one more hope.

Rushed to Union Hospital.

As soon as I arrived at the door of the operating room, I met several doctors in white coats.

Their faces looked very ugly.

"Director Pan, the patient is being treated inside. The situation is not good. The mother is already in shock and has suffered cardiac arrest."

Hearing what one of the doctors whispered, Wang Mengde had a bad feeling and hurriedly urged, "President Pan, I need to change clothes and go in as soon as possible."

About ten minutes later.

After emergency disinfection and changing clothes, Wang Mengde entered the operating room and saw a pregnant woman lying motionless on the operating table. Several doctors gathered around her, but they didn't know how to start.

His heart sank, and without caring about anything else, he walked quickly up to the patient, stretched out his hand and began to feel his pulse.

Fortunately, he vaguely felt a pulse. Wang Mengde was overjoyed. He quickly pulled out a dozen silver needles with his other hand and inserted them before others could react.

It was not until around five o'clock in the afternoon that Wang Mengde walked out of the operating room, looking somewhat weak.

Vice President Pan and several other hospital leaders came to greet them.

Holding his hand tightly, the hospital leaders all said with gratitude:
"Comrade Wang Mengde, thank you so much."

Vice President Pan said to everyone with admiration:

"Comrade Wang Mengde's acupuncture skills are incredible. It is like 'kicking open the door to the underworld and changing the book of life and death'"

(End of this chapter)