Chapter 23 A small test of one’s skills
"what happened?"

Hearing Wang Mengqi's startled voice, Wang Mengde put away the matchsticks, turned around and asked.

"Brother Mengde, there is something in your box and it pricked my hand." Wang Mengqi raised his hand in front of himself, saw that it was bleeding, and quickly put it in his mouth.

"That's my medicine box. There are silver needles in it. Be careful."

"Brother Mengde, why do you bring the medicine box with you?" When Wang Mengqi heard that there was no food in it, he was a little disappointed, and at the same time he had some doubts in his heart.

"I bring the medicine box with me to treat patients."

"Meng De, who are you going to treat?" Wang Tian asked curiously.

In the morning, Wang Mengde was carrying a familiar medicine box on his back. She was so excited at the time that she didn't ask. Afterwards, she was busy steaming buns and washing vegetables, and forgot about it.

Wang Mengde explained in detail his idea of ​​going to the countryside to treat patients.

"Grandma, when I have time off, I will go to the countryside to treat patients. This way I can gain more experience and my medical skills will improve faster."

After listening to Wang Mengde's explanation, the old lady slapped her thigh and said happily: "Mengde, your idea is very good. After your father finished studying medicine, he first treated patients in the countryside. After a few years, he honed his skills and went to the capital.

I tell you, this person needs to learn a skill so that he can live well anywhere. If he doesn’t have a skill, he will have to wait in line for hard labor.”

"Your father suffered a lot when he was studying medicine. When he was thirteen years old, I heard that Mr. Cheng, the most famous doctor in Changping County, wanted to recruit some apprentices, so I asked him to go.

At that time, medical students were not provided with food, and they had no money to buy food outside, so they could only borrow the stove from Mr. Cheng's house to cook, but they had to bring their own firewood, rice, oil and salt.

Every day I would pick up fallen twigs from the trees around the village. When I had enough, I would ask your grandfather to send them over together with next month's food.

Unfortunately, he had only studied for less than four years when a famine occurred. His family was in great difficulty. Not only could he not afford the tuition, but he couldn't even afford the living expenses. There was no choice but to let him come back.

Mr. Cheng was particularly sorry at the time, saying that your father is very talented, and if he continues to study, he will achieve great success in the future. "

As she spoke, the old lady began to wipe away her tears.

Wang Mengde hurriedly comforted her, saying that his father was living a good life now, working in a hospital in Beijing and earning nearly 100 yuan a month.

"He also worked hard to do that. When your father came back from Mr. Cheng at the age of seventeen, no pharmacy wanted him, so he had to carry a medicine box and treat people in nearby villages.

He studied for less than four years and only knew some basic things. He didn't understand many diseases. When he encountered difficult and complicated diseases, he could only help send the patients to the pharmacy or other doctors.

After sending people there, he would shamelessly ignore the cold stares and approach them to secretly learn something. In addition, he would go home every day to read medical books and figure things out on his own. That’s how he had the opportunity to excel.”

The old lady said this with some sadness, but with a lot of pride in her tone.

This youngest son is indeed outstanding and has always been her source of bragging in front of her neighbors.

It was the first time that Wang Mengde heard about his father’s childhood experiences. He had never imagined that his father had such a difficult life.

"It turns out that my dad suffered so much when he was a child. No wonder he doesn't like to smile every day."

"Oh, don't be fooled by him. Your father was also very naughty when he was young. In his first year of medical school, one time when Mr. Cheng was cooking noodles and porridge, when the pot was about to boil, he lied to Mr. Cheng and said that there was a rabbit outside that had crawled into the firewood pile.

Mr. Cheng believed it and left the kitchen in a hurry, not caring about cooking. After searching for a long time, he not only did not find the rabbit, but the porridge also overflowed, and was all over the pot lid and the stove. "Wang Tian ruthlessly exposed her son's true colors.

I didn't expect that Comrade Wang Hao had such a dark history in the past, Wang Mengde thought while holding back his laughter.

Just as he was lost in thought, Tian Dahai walked in from outside with an anxious look on his face, holding a crying baby in his arms.

"Meng De, please help me take a look, what's wrong with this child?"

"Uncle, don't worry, tell me about the child's condition first." Wang Mengde comforted softly.

"Dahai, what's wrong with Xiaoguaiguai?" Wang Tian also asked hurriedly.

Xiaoguaiguai is Tian Dahai’s little grandson, who is only a few months old.

"Sister, Meng De, I don't know what's wrong with Guaiguai. He has been crying a lot since the past few days, and no matter how hard we try to comfort him, he started crying again just now, and this time his voice was not right."

Tian Dahai said anxiously.

Wang Mengde carefully took the child and observed him carefully. For doctors of this era, caring for a baby of only a few months old was one of the biggest challenges.

Because he can't say what he doesn't know, and there is no other way to express it, and there are no advanced machines or equipment to assist in the examination, he can only rely entirely on the doctor's experience to make judgments.

It would be even more frustrating if you meet a careless parent who knows nothing.

At this time, the baby in his arms might have been tired of crying. He squinted his eyes slightly and sobbed weakly from time to time, and his voice was as soft as that of a newborn kitten.

Wang Mengde touched the child's head, lifted his clothes, checked his body, and found nothing wrong.

He was quite confident in his medical skills and felt that this situation might not be caused by physical discomfort, but most likely other problems, so he carefully asked his uncle about the situation.

As he asked, he suddenly felt that the child's condition was very similar to a situation he had heard of in his previous life.

In order to verify his idea, he stretched out his fingers in front of the child, and saw that the child's eyes followed his fingers and his mouth moved unconsciously.

I also thought of my uncle's sister-in-law's ordinary figure, and the general lack of nutrition in that era. All this combined meant that the child must have been starving.

"Uncle, the child is fine. So, do you have any rice at home?" After getting a positive answer, he continued, "Go home and wash the rice first, drain the water, and then put it in a pot and fry it over low heat. Remember, don't burn it."

"After frying, use a pestle to pound it into small pieces, then use a flour sieve to sift it, add boiling water to the sifted rice flour, stir it and let it cool before giving it to him to drink. By the way, don't let him drink too much at the beginning."

"Is he hungry?" Tian Dahai asked uncertainly.

"Yes, I don't have enough to eat every day. I'm so hungry that I don't have the energy to cry."

"Okay, I'll go home now and ask your aunt to make rice noodles for him." Tian Dahai trusted him very much. He took the child and walked out quickly.

Looking at his back, the anxiety on Wang Tian's face disappeared. She looked at Wang Mengde with a smile and said, "Not bad, Mengde, it seems that you have learned real skills. No wonder your father is confident in letting you come out."

"Grandma, I came to the countryside without telling my dad."

(End of this chapter)