Chapter 6 Steel Mill Workers' Hospital

After rejecting Qin Huairu, Wang Mengde quickly returned home.

Just at this time, the millet porridge and steamed buns made from double-mixed flour in the pot were ready.

He used a coarse porcelain bowl with blue flowers and filled it up with a large bowl of millet porridge. Because there was a lot of millet and alkaline noodles, the porridge was thick and very yellow in color.

Sitting at the dining table, Wang Mengde grabbed a steamed bun made of two-kneaded flour, took a big bite, then picked up some pickles with chopsticks and put them in his mouth, chewed them a few times and swallowed them directly.

Due to lack of nutrition and daily martial arts practice, this body has a particularly large appetite and eats very voraciously.

After eating a steamed bun, he drank a big mouthful of millet porridge while it was still hot. Only after he had some food in his stomach did he slow down his eating.

Soon, all four steamed buns were gone and Wang Mengde had finished one and a half bowls of millet porridge. He then touched his bloated belly, stood up, washed the dishes and chopsticks briefly, then picked up the aluminum lunch box with his name engraved on it and prepared to go out to work.

After passing through the hanging flower gate and arriving at the front yard, I saw the third uncle Yan Bugui fiddling with some broken flower pots.

"Hey, Uncle Third, you're starting to take care of your pots of flowers again." Wang Mengde greeted him with a smile.

His impression of Yan Bugui is that among the three uncles in the original drama, he has a bottom line compared to the other two.

It's a bit disgusting that he likes to calculate, but at least he doesn't hurt others.

"Meng De, you are going to work.

Yesterday I went to Yongwai Dingjiakeng and dug a cart of loess to make coal briquettes. By the way, I asked Jie Cheng to go to Nanjiao Huangtugang to dig a bag of loess for me to plant flowers.

I tell you, the soil in the southern suburbs of Huangtugang is the best for growing flowers." Yan Bugui raised his head, pushed the frame of his glasses, and said with a cheerful look.

When it comes to growing flowers, it really hits the spot for him. Old Yan considers himself a cultured person, and he often says: I would rather eat without meat than live without bamboo.

A few years ago, he actually planned to plant a few bamboos in the front yard of his house, but unfortunately he was stopped by Jia Zhang, who said that bamboos would attract mosquitoes in the summer and would bite her.

There was no other way, Yan Bugui had to settle for the second best and could only plant a few pots of flowers and plants to cultivate his sentiments.

Wang Mengde heard that he was scheming again, so he held back his laughter, gave him a thumbs up and praised him, "Uncle Third is indeed a cultured man. If he were in ancient times, he would definitely be an elegant scholar."

"Haha, Meng De, you're too kind." He said this, but judging from his slightly narrowed eyes and a look of enjoyment on his face, these words really touched his heart.

"Uncle, you are busy. I am going to work."

After leaving the courtyard and walking along the alley, I soon arrived at the street.

It is now time to go to work. The streets are bustling with people, most of whom are walking. Occasionally, a bicycle passes by, attracting everyone's envious gazes.

The clothing at that time was also varied. Some people wore long robes with side openings, some wore Chinese-style double-breasted short jackets and long pants; occasionally there were also people wearing Western suits and Zhongshan suits.

The most eye-catching ones are overalls and plaid shirts, which are symbols of workers.

There are many private breakfast shops on both sides of the street. Many workers who are in a hurry to go to work and have no time to cook eat breakfast while sitting or standing. The aroma of fried dough sticks and burnt dough rings wafts over from time to time.

At the same time, not far away, a loud speaker hung on a telephone pole began to play the exciting GM song. Walking on the street, the young girls and wives around him couldn't help but stare at him. Wang Mengde was used to this.

In the past two years, he would encounter a girl who would stop him every once in a while and clamor for dating him.

Nowadays, since the promotion of freedom of marriage, if a man is good-looking, he will often meet more proactive women.

Wang Mengde walked hurriedly and soon arrived near the Red Star Steel Mill outside Dongzhimen. The unit where he worked was the workers' hospital of the steel mill.

Because it is a heavy industry involving national defense construction, the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill took the lead in public-private partnership a few years ago, earlier than well-known companies such as Quanjude, Tongrentang, Ruifengxiang, and Nei Liansheng.

After several years of expansion and construction, the current Red Star Steel Rolling Mill has expanded several times compared to before the public-private partnership. The number of workers has reached several thousand, and with some family members, the population of the factory is comparable to that of a small county town.

At the same time, the factory also built a large number of supporting facilities, such as hospitals, grain stores, post offices, staff dormitories, schools, shops, etc.

Wang Mengde has been studying medicine with his father since he was a child. Since the year before last, during his breaks from school, he would go to his father's hospital to learn and practice under Wang Hao.

After barely graduating from high school last year, he failed to get into college, so he spent every day in the hospital. However, his age is a disadvantage, and he wants to stay in the hospital as a doctor and practice independent diagnosis in the future, but he doesn't know when that will be.

It happened that just after the Chinese New Year this year, the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department of the Workers' Hospital of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill was recruiting interns, so Wang Hao asked him to come here.

The factory hospital is short of staff now, so it is easier for people to get ahead even if they are young.

Following the flow of people into the factory, we soon arrived at the hospital entrance. It was a building consisting of three small buildings, each three stories high, a standard Soviet-style building.

When they arrived at the main building, the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine was on the second floor. Wang Mengde first changed his clothes and then went to the clinic.

He picked up the rag and bent down to wipe the two desks. In March and April, there was often dust flying around in the capital, and there would be a lot of dust on the desks every other day.

Just then, footsteps were heard outside the door, and then a little head poked in.

"Good morning, Doctor Wang! I got some boiled water in your room. The weather is quite dry now, so you should drink some water more often, Doctor Wang." Zhao Xiaotao said with a smile.

After saying that, he walked in with a thermos in his hand.

"Thank you, Nurse Zhao." Wang Mengde straightened up and smiled gently.

Zhao Xiaotao is a nurse from another department. She is petite, with no outstanding features on her body and an average appearance, but she has a very good temper. Every time she talks to him, she smiles before she speaks.

Ever since Wang Mengde joined the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department of the steel rolling mill hospital, she has come to visit him every day. After getting familiar with him, she even helped to boil water every morning.

"Hehe, Doctor Wang, you're welcome. I come early every day and get you a pot of water."

Zhao Xiaotao's eyes narrowed into slits with joy. A big dimple appeared on her round face, and the freckles on her nose seemed to be flying away.

After putting down the kettle and chatting for a few more minutes, she left reluctantly.

Wang Mengde looked at her back, smiled and shook his head.

(End of this chapter)