Chapter 241 Peony Pills and Work Arrangements
Thereafter.

For five or six days in a row.

Wang Mengde is always working in the internal medicine department of Guang'anmen Hospital with students from Beijing School of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

These days, he seems to be enjoying his work, simply treating patients. He is often busy all day without feeling tired.

Fortunately, nothing major happened in the Department of Internal Medicine during this period. Even if there were some problems, they only required him to make a decision or sign.

That day, when he was in the clinic, after prescribing medicine for a patient and was about to call the next patient in, he was called away by someone sent by President Lu.

After Wang Mengde left, Wei Ming and several other students from the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine breathed a sigh of relief.

They looked tired and even had dark circles under their eyes.

There was no other way. During these five or six days, I concentrated on studying and taking notes during the day and did not dare to relax for a moment.

After getting home from get off work, they have to organize their notes. The most important thing is that although many of the things Wang Mengde talked about during the day have been explained from the simple to the complex, there are still many places that make them feel vaguely understood, or completely confused.

When faced with this situation, these people had no choice but to mark the questions they didn’t understand and then keep flipping through the books.

The next day, we arrived at Guang'anmen Hospital early and gathered together to communicate and discuss before the clinic opened.

Only when the last few people don’t understand will they take the opportunity to ask for advice.

The high-intensity study and lack of rest made them feel exhausted in just a few days.

"Wei Ming, how long do you think we can continue to study with Doctor Wang?"

One of the students rubbed his sore eyes and asked.

Because of Wei Lian, Wei Ming and Wang Mengde have met many times and are familiar with each other.

"It's hard to say. At that time, Principal Wang and Doctor Wang of our college said it would take three days. Now it has exceeded two or three days. I guess we will have to go back soon."

Wei Ming yawned and said uncertainly.

He also had very serious dark circles under his eyes, but because his sister's illness had been cured and he was free of pressure, he seemed much more energetic.

"Yeah, I think we should go back soon.

Oh, Doctor Wang is indeed worthy of his reputation. We have only studied with him for five or six days, but I feel that I have gained more than I did in half a semester at school."

Another classmate said with emotion.

"Yes, we have gained so much in the past few days. I don't know if there will be another opportunity in the future."

"Who knows. Didn't our College of Traditional Chinese Medicine and the Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine build a new campus together? Maybe I'll have the opportunity to study with Doctor Wang in the future."

"I hope so, but after the new campus is built, we won't be able to go there. If it really doesn't work, just apply to the school and go there once a week to attend the class."

In the clinic, several people were talking at once.

They all hope that they will have the opportunity to continue studying under Wang Mengde in the future.

The main thing is that during the learning process, Wang Mengde not only taught them step by step, but also explained the principles to them in detail, and even cited some knowledge that was not in the books.

All kinds of secret recipes, techniques and folk remedies are told around as if they were free.

These may not be worth mentioning in his own eyes, but for a student who has just studied in a traditional Chinese medicine school for two or three years, it is a great bargain.

In the past, this knowledge and prescriptions could only be passed down from father to son, and even to apprentices would not be easily taught.

In the dean's office.

After the secretary poured a cup of tea for both of them, he closed the door and walked out quietly.

Dean Lu smiled and said, "Meng De, I reported to my superiors some time ago the new peony soup you developed for treating dysentery.

After discussion, the superior leaders gave this prescription to more than ten major hospitals in Beijing for their use.

Now more than twenty days have passed, and the results of use have been fed back, and the effect is unexpectedly good.

Compared with Western medicine's chloramphenicol, New Peony Decoction has basically no side effects and complications, and its effects appear at about the same speed.

Compared with the previous prescriptions of Shaoyao Decoction and Baitouweng Decoction, it also has great advantages.

Therefore, the superior leaders decided that in order to facilitate carrying and taking, the pills could be made in small batches, and then used on a small scale first, and then the results would be observed.

By the way, the Northeast region you proposed earlier will be given priority for supply to the pioneering troops who are short of medical care and medicine for trial use."

Autumn is the peak season for dysentery.

Since September, major hospitals have received many patients one after another.

Especially since October, as the weather gradually gets colder, the number of patients has increased.

During these two or three months every year, all major hospitals are particularly nervous. Firstly, there are too many patients with colds and dysentery, and secondly, they are also afraid of a dysentery epidemic.

Because once an outbreak occurs, a large number of patients will be infected in a short period of time.

It is not only a test for medical staff, but also an increase in the demand for drugs.

After the new recipe for Peony Decoction developed by Wang Mengde was distributed, various hospitals used it for just a few days and regarded it as a treasure.

This prescription is extremely effective in treating dysentery.

After receiving the feedback, the superiors decisively began to prepare for small-batch production of the pills.

"Great, Dean, are you going to arrange for the pharmaceutical factory under our institute to produce it?"

Wang Mengde said happily.

This winter, Brother Liang Mancang's pioneering corps will not suffer losses due to dysentery, nor will they have to worry about an epidemic outbreak.

"Well, the pharmaceutical factory under our research institute has been expanding recently because it mainly produces 'Palace Emperor Pills', and many production workshops have just been built.

It is temporarily unused and can be used to produce the 'New Peony Soup'. The Chinese patent medicine produced is called 'Peony Pills'. "

Dean Lu said with a smile.

Up to now, the production of "Palace Emperor Pills" has all been completed in the pharmaceutical factory affiliated to the Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

During the daily production process, there will be some defective products. He collected these pills that do not affect the efficacy.

In addition to most of the money being handed over, a small portion was given as gifts to some brother units or individuals.

Everyone who uses it will eventually become a loyal user.

late October.

The weather is getting cold.

This morning.

Wang Mengde came to Tiangezhuang again.

When I got outside the yard, I found that the door was guarded by an iron general and there was a lock on the gate.

I looked around and found that no one was outside in the surrounding neighbors' houses. They were probably either working in the fields or doing something else.

He thought about it, then pushed his bicycle and headed northeast towards the village.

Over there are the threshing ground and the production team’s vegetable garden.

When we arrived at the place, we saw Wang Jinghui and Wang Tianshi as expected, and they were loading wheat straw onto the flatbed truck.

"Grandpa, grandma, why are you packing so much straw?"

Wang Mengde asked curiously.

In rural areas, the situation this year is much better than in the previous three years, and people no longer use crushed wheat straw as a meal replacement.

Generally, people would only carry some dung back home in a dung bucket every day when they needed it for burning at home.

But it is rare to see someone like Wang Jinghui who uses a flatbed truck.

"Meng De is here." Hearing the noise, Wang Jinghui and Wang Tianshi turned around and saw that it was him. They immediately greeted him happily.

"The weather is getting colder, so your grandma and I will go back and fetch some wheat straw to replace the wheat straw on the bed at home.

The old one was laid two or three years ago, and it is no longer warm now.

Your grandparents and your cousins ​​are all busy earning work points and working, and we have nothing to do anyway, so we can just take it back slowly."

Wang Jinghui explained with a smile.

This era is different from later generations.

It may be because the global climate has not yet warmed up. In winter, especially after a heavy snow, the weather is very cold.

There was no heating and not enough quilts on the bed.

Therefore, residents would fill their beds with a lot of wheat straw to keep warm, and put a thin quilt on top so that it would not be so cold in winter.

Some families even don't have enough quilts and sleep directly in the straw piles in the house.

Apart from the disadvantage of feeling a little itchy, it is still quite warm.

Of course, wheat straw is not very warm after a long time, and needs to be replaced every one or two years.

"Grandpa, grandma, you take a rest, I'll do it."

Wang Mengde took a few steps forward, tied up the bicycle, and then took over the work in their hands.

He moved swiftly and powerfully, and soon he had loaded a cart and tied it up lightly with hemp ropes.

When I got home, I took some old wheat straw from the bed to the kitchen to use for burning firewood, and then spread new wheat straw evenly.

After finishing your work, put away the things you brought.

Then he moved three benches and placed them against the wall in the yard, where he chatted with Wang Jinghui and Wang Tianshi while basking in the sun.

“Meng Qi is in the third year of junior high school this year. His grades are not good and he may not even get his diploma.

In June next year, most of them will go to the production team to earn work points with their parents after school."

When Wang Tian mentioned the little grandson of the old family, she couldn't help shaking her head and muttering.

No one knows what’s going on in the Wang family. Except for Wang Hao and Wang Mengde, no one else is good at studying.

Wang Mengwei, as the eldest of the third generation of the Wang family, only went to school for a few days due to poor living conditions at that time. However, Wang Mengqi felt sleepy as soon as he saw a book.

His two younger brothers are also listless when it comes to studying but get excited when it comes to playing.

"Meng Qi will be sixteen next year, and when he finishes school, I will find him a job. It may be difficult to find a formal job, but a temporary job should be no problem.

Xie Hua, deputy director of Shahe Meat Processing Plant, and I have a very good relationship. A few months ago, when he went to the city for business, he even made a special trip to my home.

Wang Mengde said with a smile.

A few years ago, Director Xie had been promoted to the high position of deputy factory director.

Deputy Factory Director Xie is also a grateful person. No matter how busy he is every year, he will always take time to visit his father's home to keep in touch with him.

It might be difficult to make Wang Mengqi a regular employee.

But it was easy for him to get someone into the meat processing plant as a temporary worker. It was just a matter of a word.

“Really, it won’t affect you, right? If it does, forget it.

Anyway, this little bastard didn't study hard, so he can't blame others for farming and earning work points in the future."

On the side, Wang Jinghui was puffing on his pipe. After hearing his words, he spoke hurriedly.

"Yes, Meng De, this matter cannot affect you."

Wang Tianshi also followed suit.

"Grandpa and grandma, it's okay. It doesn't affect me at all."

Wang Mengde explained.

"It's fine as long as it doesn't affect him. It would be great if he could work in a meat processing factory like his brother."

After Wang Mengwei entered the meat processing factory a few years ago, although he was a temporary worker, he was also considered a "business farmer" and could buy grain from the grain station.

This kind of good job that can ensure a stable income regardless of drought or flood was extremely envied by the villagers during those difficult years.

"Okay, when I go back, I'll just go talk to Deputy Director Xie and mention this matter to him."

At noon, when Wang Ning and Zhou Tingting heard about this, they were so happy that they couldn't stop smiling.

It would be great if my younger son could also work at the Shahe Meat Processing Factory.

Later, both sons became workers, even if they were temporary workers, so they would never have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of their lives.

When the time comes to find a partner, you will have to pick any girl from the surrounding area.

After lunch.

Because he still had to visit Xie Hua, Wang Mengde did not stay for too long. He just rested for a while and then set off pushing his bicycle.

When I arrived at the entrance of the village, I happened to meet my uncle Tian Dahai, who was returning from outside the village with two fish in his hands.

"Meng De, are you going back? Why so early?"

"Uncle, I have something to do today, so I'll go back early."

"Oh, that's just right. I caught two carps from the river. You can take one back to eat."

As Tian Dahai spoke, he hung one of the larger fish on his handlebars.

In the past few years, his sister has donated a lot of supplies to his family, which has helped the family of more than ten people, young and old, to get through the difficult times.

Of course, he knew exactly where these supplies came from.

Therefore, when he saw Wang Mengde, he felt particularly cordial. Not only was they a relative, but there was also a mixture of gratitude.

"Uncle, I don't want it. You should keep it and sell it to the purchasing station."

Wang Mengde declined.

He knew that Tian Dahai usually caught fish in the river, and most of the time he sold them to purchasing stations, using the money from the sales to supplement the family income and buy some daily necessities.

"Hey, this fish won't sell for much. I didn't plan to send it to the purchasing station today. You can take it home and eat it."

At this time, the price of fish is far less than that of pork.

When purchasing at general purchasing stations, larger carp are only two or three cents per pound.

The reason why it is so cheap is that it needs more oil to make it delicious, but in this day and age, most people’s homes are short of oil.

Wang Mengde had read a piece of news in the newspaper that people in Shanghai had to eat Yangcheng Lake hairy crabs to fill their stomachs due to food shortage.

Some people think that this kind of behavior is ungrateful for what you have.

In fact, it is because there is no oil in the stomach. If you don’t add more oil to fish, shrimp, crabs, etc., they will not taste as good as in later generations.

After saying goodbye to Tian Dahai, he rode his bicycle straight to Deputy Director Xie's home.

On the way, he also put the fish into the space.

Xie family.

After hearing what Wang Mengde said, Xie Hua suddenly became happy:

"Don't hire temporary workers, they must be regular employees. Leave this to me."

(End of this chapter)