Chapter 70: Apprenticeship and Job Transfer

When they heard that all three prescriptions were effective, most of the people in the conference room showed delighted expressions.

The remaining half of the people had complicated expressions on their faces.

Especially when Wang Mengde just entered the meeting room, the middle-aged man who spoke out to deny traditional Chinese medicine stared at Wang Mengde for a long time.

Of course, they would be very happy to see the epidemic controlled quickly.

But if it was the credit of traditional Chinese medicine, they would feel as uncomfortable as if they had eaten a fly.

For those who are determined to suppress traditional Chinese medicine and promote Western medicine in China, they have mixed feelings.

Originally, this outbreak of Japanese encephalitis was a great opportunity. Traditional Chinese medicine was helpless. If Western medicine could solve the problem, even if it was only a temporary solution and not a cure, then Western medicine would gradually become the mainstream.

Unfortunately, this opportunity was ruined by a young man.

"Xiao Zhang, report the situation to your superiors immediately. Xiao Wu, contact the infectious disease hospital by phone and inform them of the prescriptions we are using and Wang Xiaoyou's judgment. The rest of you, come with me to the wards and clinics and treat the patients as soon as possible."

Pu Lao made the arrangements in a swift and decisive manner.

There are a large number of sick children in the capital waiting for treatment now, and they have to race against time.

When he was leaving, he waved his hand and called Wang Mengde to his side, saying as he walked, "My friend, go back first. I'll talk to you when I'm done here."

When Wang Mengde returned home, his two younger brothers were still sleeping soundly. He touched their foreheads and found that the high fever had subsided.

He brought two doses of Huo Pu Xia Ling Tang and went next door to examine the child of the Li family.

It was not until eight or nine o'clock in the evening that Wang Hao returned home exhausted.

Seeing that his two younger sons had recovered well, he was completely relieved, and then he said to Wang Mengde who was about to go out: "Mengde, you have helped a lot today, not bad, not bad.

You don’t know that these days, the corridors of the Children’s Hospital and the Infectious Disease Hospital are full of patients, many of whom cannot be admitted to the hospital, and even many critically ill patients have died.

Seeing that the Japanese encephalitis was spreading more and more, and had the potential to spread, President Zhou was very anxious. He personally went to the Chinese Medicine Research Institute to appoint Pu Lao as the team leader to form a working group to treat Japanese encephalitis.

"At the beginning, they also used the experience of Shijiazhuang and treated patients with Baihu Decoction as the basic prescription, but it had no effect, and some patients' conditions even worsened.

We discussed it several times but to no avail. Fortunately, you discovered the problem in time. Otherwise, I don’t know how long it would take to find the specific cause. After you left, Mr. Pu praised you highly. "

This was the first time that Wang Mengde heard his father praise him in person, and he was a little uncomfortable at first.

Seeing his son was stunned and didn't know how to respond, Wang Hao waved his hand in boredom and said, "Okay, you should go back with Shengnan to rest."

When we arrived at Yard 95, most of the residents in the yard had gone to bed, except for the Jia family next door, where the lights were still on.

Hearing the noise coming from Wang Mengde's house, Qin Huairu hurried out of the bedroom. She wiped the tears from her face, opened the door and walked out, coming to the door of Wang Mengde's house.

"Meng De, Sheng Nan, you are back."

"Sister Qin, is there anything I can help you with?" Wang Mengde asked curiously when he saw that she looked unhappy and came to his house so late.

"Meng De, my son Bang Geng had a high fever early this morning. He went to the Workers' Hospital this morning and the doctor prescribed some medicine. He took it twice but it hasn't worked. He even had a convulsion just now. Can you take a look at him?"

Qin Huairu said embarrassedly, and then looked at him expectantly.

"Sister Qin, no matter how our two families quarrel, there is no life-and-death feud. I am a doctor and I still have professional ethics. Please bring the stick here for me to see." Wang Mengde said seriously.

He guessed in his heart that Bang Geng was probably also infected with Japanese encephalitis. When Qin Huairu went out in the morning, she was hesitant to speak, probably because she wanted him to help take a look. But at that time, she may have thought of the obstruction of Jia Zhang and Jia Dongxu, and backed off.

Seeing that he agreed so readily, Qin Huairu hurried home and brought Banggeng over.

As he had guessed, the symptoms were indeed Japanese encephalitis. Wang Mengde wrote a prescription, handed it to Qin Huairu, and asked her to go to the pharmacy overnight to get the medicine and boil it for Banggeng to drink.

Qin Huairu thanked him profusely and left with the child. Wang Mengde looked towards the next door with disdain. From beginning to end, Jia Dongxu and Jia Zhang were like dead people and never showed up.

There was nothing to say all night, and the next morning.

At the steel mill workers' hospital, Wang Mengde had just arrived at the clinic and was making himself a cup of hot tea when the door was pushed open and a co-worker walked in with a child in his arms and an anxious look on his face.

After prescribing a prescription for the child infected with Japanese encephalitis, before he could call the next number, Director Liu from the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine came in and said, "Xiao Wang, stop for a moment. The dean wants to see you."

When he arrived at the dean's place, Wang Mengde learned that early in the morning, the working group for treating Japanese encephalitis had sent him a letter of secondment, specifically asking him to report to the Children's Hospital immediately.

"Xiao Wang, when you go to the working group these days, you must obey their arrangements, follow their instructions, and work diligently." The dean patted him on the shoulder kindly.

"It's the dean."

When we arrived at the Children's Hospital, although the number of patients in the outpatient building had not decreased, the medical staff no longer had the heavy and anxious emotions of yesterday, but were busy in an orderly manner.

In the intensive care unit, Dr. Pu was examining a child. When he saw Wang Mengde coming, he motioned for him to stand behind him.

Next to him, several familiar faces who had appeared in the conference room yesterday also smiled and nodded at him.

In the following days, Wang Mengde followed behind Pu Lao and helped him. From time to time, Pu Lao would ask him some questions.

Every time, he could tell the cause of the disease without hesitation, get to the heart of the problem, and get to the root of the issue. Twice, he even drew inferences from one instance and came up with unique insights that were eye-opening, making Mr. Pu so happy that his beard almost stood up.

On this day, after a busy day, Mr. Pu sat in a chair drinking tea with a tired look on his face, while Wang Mengde sorted out today's cases and recorded them one by one.

Seeing this smart, studious, and hardworking young man, Pu Lao suddenly asked, "Meng De, are you willing to study with me in the future?"

This is an implicit question to ask yourself whether you are willing to take him as your teacher.

Wang Mengde's heart beat faster. He didn't expect the surprise to come so soon. The old man in front of him was a nationally renowned master of traditional Chinese medicine, and was personally invited to Beijing from Sichuan Province by Dean Zhou.

If I were to become his disciple, not only would I be able to improve my medical knowledge faster, but I would also benefit in many other areas.

"Mr. Pu, I do." He replied with a happy look on his face.

"Okay, now it's a new society, so let's not go through all those red tape things. From now on, you will be my student." Mr. Pu said happily, twirling his beard.

"Yes, sir." Wang Mengde said respectfully.

Then he poured another cup of tea and handed it to Mr. Pu with both hands.

After taking the tea and taking a sip, Pu Lao said with a smile:

"Well, since you have become my student, you can come and work with me at the Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine."

(End of this chapter)