Chapter 96 Organization and Advancement

Time passes day by day.

It's December soon and the weather is getting colder.

In mid-November, He Shengnan finally finished her 56-day maternity leave and returned to work.

Ran Xiaomei is responsible for taking care of the two little ones at home, and mother-in-law Zhou Xiaoyan also takes time to come over twice a day to help take care of the children and make lunch.

Fortunately, Mr. Pu gives He Shengnan four cans of milk powder every month, otherwise it would be a hassle for the child to feed when He Shengnan goes to work.

On this day, Wang Mengde arrived at Guang'anmen early. He did not go to the hospital, but went to the Acupuncture Institute of the Chinese Academy of Traditional Chinese Medicine to discuss acupuncture techniques and their effects on the nervous system with Vice President Zhu Lian.

Qian Dayong frowned and stood behind the two men with two other students, watching them discuss with great interest as if he was listening to a mystery.

Last month, after witnessing Wang Mengde's increasingly miraculous acupuncture skills, Mr. Pu took him to visit Vice President Zhu Lian.

At first, Dean Zhu thought that Pu's student was interested in acupuncture, or had some talent, and wanted her to help teach him. So she agreed without thinking and asked Wang Mengde to come and study with her when he was free.

On the first day, after asking him a few questions and finding that he had a very solid foundation in theoretical knowledge, I took him, Qian Dayong and several other students to Guang'anmen Hospital for consultation.

While she was treating people, she carefully explained the acupuncture technique to several people.

As she was talking, she suddenly got excited and asked several students to give the patient an injection under her guidance.

Qian Dayong was the first one. When everyone saw him holding the thin silver needle with his carrot-like fingers and inserting the needle, an inexplicable sense of joy appeared in their hearts.

After the injection, Director Zhu pointed out the mistakes and areas of attention, and then let the next person take over.

Because Wang Mengde was the newcomer, he was ranked last. When he was pinching the needle and inserting it downwards, Dean Zhu's heart skipped a beat, feeling that the movements of this young man in front of her were no worse than hers.

Shaking his head gently, Dean Zhu saw that Wang Mengde had finished the acupuncture and was about to turn around and leave, so he said, "Mengde, give him a few more needles."

She was afraid that what she had just seen was an illusion, so in order to further verify it, she asked him to give the patient a few more injections.

"Yes, President Zhu." Wang Mengde agreed, continued to pick up the silver needle, and inserted it slowly.

This time, Dean Zhu was sure that what he had just seen was a real scene. It turned out that this young man was a hidden talent and actually had such superb acupuncture skills.

Isn't this kind of talent exactly what the Acupuncture Research Institute lacks?

When it was almost noon, Dean Zhu finished his consultation work for the day and walked to the research institute with a few students.

On the way, she pretended to be casual and began to ask about some personal information of Wang Mengde. When she learned that his acupuncture techniques, except for the basics he learned from his father Wang Hao at the beginning, the rest were all figured out by himself in his daily life, she was overjoyed.

You know, she has been practicing medicine for nearly 30 years, and she is 48 years old this year before she mastered the acupuncture skills.

This young man has grown to this level without any guidance from a famous teacher. If he trains in the Acupuncture Research Institute for another two years, he will probably become a master of acupuncture at a young age.

Thinking of this, her face became more kind, and the look in her eyes when she looked at Wang Mengde became warmer.

Of course Wang Mengde felt the change in her attitude and guessed what she was thinking, but he felt that Dean Zhu's plan might be in vain, as Mr. Pu would never let him go to the Acupuncture Research Institute.

After finishing the discussion with Dean Zhu, seeing that it was almost noon, Wang Mengde hurried back to the Institute of Internal Medicine, picked up his lunch box and went to the cafeteria. As for Qian Dayong, he was kept in the hall by Dean Zhu.

After finishing lunch in the cafeteria, he just walked out of the cafeteria door and saw two middle-aged men approaching him: "Excuse me, are you Comrade Wang Mengde?"

"It's me. May I ask who you are?" Wang Mengde asked curiously.

He didn't know either of these people, and didn't know what they wanted from him.

"It's like this. We are staff members of the D Committee of the Chinese Academy of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Is it convenient for us to chat now?"

One of them, a middle-aged man wearing black-framed glasses, smiled and said, "Don't worry, it's just a simple chat, there's nothing else to it."

"No problem, I have time now."

Wang Mengde naturally would not refuse. He vaguely guessed that it might be a good thing.

Arriving in a conference room, the three of them sat down, and the middle-aged man with black-framed glasses introduced: "Comrade Wang Mengde, my name is Zheng Liangyou, and the person next to me is my colleague, Xiao Yajie."

After a few pleasantries, Zheng Liangyou began to ask about Wang Mengde's family and personal situation, including his thoughts and views on the organization. Xiao Yajie sat next to him without saying a word, with his head down, taking notes.

Of course, these are just formalities. Wang Hao has been a member of the organization for more than ten years, and his ancestors are all clean. Otherwise, Wang Mengde would not be able to enter the Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

You know, in the Chinese Medical Research Institute, there are many gentlemen who are the health doctors of various leaders, and not everyone can enter casually.

After chatting for a while, he suddenly said, "Comrade Wang Mengde, you just said you want to join the organization, so when you go back, write an application and give it to me as soon as possible."

"Yes, I will write the application as soon as I get back." Wang Mengde said excitedly.

A few days ago, he had discussed this matter with Wang Hao, thinking about applying for a try next year, but he didn't expect the organization to come to him. Seeing his happy expression, Zheng Liangyou nodded with satisfaction, and the task assigned to him by the leader was completed.

After the conversation, Wang Mengde went to Pu Lao’s office and told him what had just happened.

Pu Lao stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Meng De, it's a good thing that you can join the organization. It will be of great help to your future development. People can't fight alone. Didn't I join an organization this year?"

He also joined an organization this year called the Peasants and Workers Democratic Party.

After saying a few words, Pu Lao changed the subject and said, "Meng De, I just met Vice President Zhu again. She still wants you to transfer to the Acupuncture Research Institute, but I didn't agree.

This is simply nonsense. The Institute of Internal Medicine is not much better than her place. If you go there, it would be a complete waste of money."

As he spoke, he began to puff out his beard and glare.

"Sir, don't be angry. I'm from the Institute of Internal Medicine and will never go to any other institute." Wang Mengde saw that he was getting excited and quickly comforted him.

"Well, Meng De, my lineage tends to absorb the strengths of all schools, so you can learn the medical skills of other schools or people."

Two days later, Wang Mengde handed the application for admission to D, which he had written overnight, to Zheng Liangyou. As for his introducer, that had naturally been arranged long ago.

He didn't have to wait long. Soon, his application was approved by his superiors. Naturally, he entered a one-year probation period. Only after a year would he become a formal member of the organization.

In fact, if he had applied to join the organization before September 13 of this year, his preparatory period would have been half a year.

As early as 45 years ago, Ju Wanghao said that when he joined the organization, as long as his superiors approved it, he would become a formal member without a probation period.

winter solstice.

When it was almost time to get off work, Wang Mengde was absent-mindedly sorting out prescriptions and medical records, his mind had already flown back home.

On this day, every household in Beijing will eat dumplings, most of which are stuffed with cabbage. If conditions permit, some pork will be added, which will make people salivate.

At this time, Pu Lao came in from outside. He took off the scarf from his neck and hung it on the rack. Then he put his hands above the stove, warmed the fire and said:
"Meng De, there is good news."

"Sir, what's the good news?" Wang Mengde asked, adding some hot water to his teacup and handing it to him.

After taking a sip of hot tea and letting out a comfortable breath, Pu Lao said cheerfully:
"Two pieces of good news. I was just in Dean Lu's office and learned that you were named an advanced individual in the city this year.

Also, I asked an old friend in the health system, and he told me that your name was also on the list of model workers selected by the city’s health system this year.”

This student of mine really brings honor to me. This year he alone won two honors: Advanced Individual and Model Worker.

Just now in President Lu’s office, Vice President Zhu and leaders of several other research institutes were extremely jealous and envious of him.

"Really?" Wang Mengde looked a little bit unbelieving.

According to his prediction, he could at most be named an advanced individual in the city, but he didn't expect that he would even be named a model worker, which was a pleasant surprise.

“It’s true, and you deserve it. Thanks to you, the Japanese encephalitis epidemic that broke out in the capital in August was brought under control in time.

Someone will come to tell you later that there will be a commendation meeting next Wednesday, one in the morning and one in the afternoon, so the two meetings don’t conflict with each other. If it’s too late, don’t come to the institute and go home directly.”

After work, I returned home and happily ate dumplings stuffed with pork and cabbage.

Wang Mengde did not tell his family about his winning the award in advance, planning to give them a surprise after receiving the award.

Wednesday.

He spent a whole day attending two commendation meetings and received two large double-layer medals, as well as two enamel jars as material rewards.

The white enamel jar has the title, time and his name of the award written in red on the side.

When He Shengnan saw the two medals and two enamel jars, her eyes widened, a look of shock appeared on her face, and she clenched the medals tightly in both hands. If she hadn't been afraid of disturbing the children, she would have jumped up and screamed.

Wang Hao and Ran Xiaomei also looked at the enamel cup on the table with great surprise, and shed tears of excitement.

Finally, the two medals were carefully placed at the bottom of the box by He Shengnan, and the two enamel cups were locked in the cabinet by Ran Xiaomei, intending to take them out and place them on the table during the New Year.

The next day, when he arrived at Guang'anmen, Qian Dayong also learned about his award and said with envy: "Meng De, you are amazing. You actually won both an advanced and a model.

Next year I will also strive to be recognized as an advanced researcher in the research institute, and in two years I will catch up with you and be recognized as an advanced researcher in the city."

Wang Mengde smiled but said nothing. He thought to himself: Next year, and in the next few years, he will be indispensable in the city's advanced titles, and he will even have a great chance of being selected as an advanced person by the country.

Because he has made breakthrough progress in his research on rickets.

(End of this chapter)