Chapter 97 Research Results
After receiving the two honors, Wang Mengde became more interested in the research of leukoderma.

Every day in the internal medicine clinic of Guang'anmen Hospital, as long as there are patients with syphilis, he is basically responsible for treating the patients.

He often uses different treatments for these patients and continues to follow up on the progression of their disease.

Mr. Pu took a tacit attitude towards Wang Mengde's behavior, mainly because these treatment methods could have very good effects on patients.

If it is harmful and useless behavior, he will definitely stop it.

Of course, he felt very complicated, as his student's progress caught him off guard.

That day, when Pu returned home, he saw his son Zhixiao sitting on a chair in the living room, drinking tea with his eyes closed. He immediately became furious.

He snorted coldly, sat on the main seat, with a gloomy face and said nothing.

Hearing his father's dissatisfied voice, Senior Brother Zhixiao quickly opened his eyes, stood up, poured him a cup of hot water, and then said carefully: "Dad, you are back, who made you angry?"

During this period, he always felt that his father was becoming increasingly dissatisfied with him, but he didn't know the specific reason, so he was worried every day at home.

“Alas.” Pu Lao reached out to take the teacup, stared at the hot steam coming out of the teacup, and sighed, “Zhixiao, you have been a little slack during this period.

Do you know that in this world, there are people who are not only smarter than you, but also work harder than you. If you still hold on to your current attitude, the gap will only get bigger and bigger, and you will never catch up with others. "

"Dad, I understand." Senior Brother Zhixiao stood beside him and said in a low voice.

He understood that his father must have been provoked by his junior fellow apprentice Wang Mengde again.

At the same time, he complained in his heart: There are only a few geniuses like my junior brother in the world. I'm afraid there are very few. Comparing myself with my junior brother every day makes me look worse.

But he didn't dare say this out loud, otherwise a scolding would be the least of his punishment, and in serious cases he might not be able to enter the house for many days.

"Well, Zhixiao, you have to understand the principle that diligence can make up for lack of talent. From now on, when you get home from get off work, go to the study to read. You should continue reading after dinner until you go to bed.

Don't go to any social events during this period. When I'm satisfied, you can go out and meet your friends."

Pu Lao took a sip of hot water and said without question.

"Yes, I will follow your arrangements." Senior Brother Zhixiao said with a bitter face.

He had just met some like-minded friends in Beijing and was preparing to go out and see more, but now he was grounded by his father.

I couldn't help but start to grumble in my heart that next time my junior brother comes to eat together, I must make him drink a few more glasses of wine.

"Zhixiao, don't blame me for being too controlling. You know, Meng De has been researching leprosy recently and has made some progress. It is estimated that by the end of this year or early next year, there will be results."

Pu Lao said earnestly.

"From what I know, he usually studies when he's free at home, except for work. He's so young and knows how to study hard. You're old enough, so don't fall behind."

"Dad, did Junior Brother Mengde really come up with results?" Senior Brother Zhixiao said in surprise.

He also did research on leukoderma and received the true teachings from Master Pu, so he understood the difficulty of this disease better.

I didn't expect that this junior brother has made such progress in just a few months. His talent is terrifying.

"Well, the framework has been developed. We will add some prescriptions and theoretical content. In the future, as long as a Chinese medicine doctor who understands dialectical analysis can follow his method, he will be able to treat leukorrhea.

Although it cannot be eradicated, with good lifestyle habits, most people can avoid recurrence for a long time, or even never, without taking long-term medications. "

Pu Lao pinched his beard and said with a proud look.

Wang Mengde also integrated some of the knowledge and prescriptions he taught into his teachings.

Once this student of his writes up his research results, it will surely shock his colleagues in the research institute and even the medical community.

Chinese Medical Research Institute.

At noon, in the cafeteria, in the line for food, Qian Dayong said to Wang Mengde standing behind him:

"Meng De, I want to eat an extra steamed bun later. I was exhausted after sweeping the snow for half a day this morning."

It snowed heavily last night. There were sanitation workers to clean the streets, but the snow in the research institute had to be cleared by these young people.

They spent the whole morning clearing the snow, and it was almost noon when they finally managed to clear all the snow in the yard.

We have to clean up the area thoroughly. There are many elderly gentlemen in the institute. It would be a big joke if there were "non-combat casualties" due to the slippery ground caused by the snow not being swept clean.

"Well, I have to eat one more too." Wang Mengde nodded and said.

He touched his rumbling stomach and smelled the fragrance of food, which made him feel even hungrier.

He ordered a portion of cabbage with lard, a portion of shredded potatoes, and four steamed buns made from two kinds of flour. Together with Qian Dayong, he found a corner, stood there, and began to eat with big mouthfuls.

After eating three steamed buns made of two-kneaded flour, his eating speed slowed down.

"Hey, Mengde, why haven't you been to the Acupuncture Institute recently? The teacher was talking about you yesterday." Qian Dayong was almost done eating when he suddenly asked. His teacher, Vice Dean Zhu, started talking about Wang Mengde every now and then when he was teaching a few students yesterday.

There was regret in his words that this promising young talent was not from their institute.

And every time they made a mistake, the teacher looked at them as if they were a piece of rotten wood, and would say: If it were Wang Mengde, he would definitely not make such a low-level mistake, and he would understand what I mean without me saying it a second time.

"I've been studying with Mr. Pu recently." Wang Mengde said casually.

He did not intend to tell anyone, including Qian Dayong, about the specific content of the research until the results came out.

"Please take some time to visit the Acupuncture Research Institute. Otherwise, our brothers will be in dire straits every day." Qian Dayong said with a sad face.

After hearing his words, Wang Mengde felt amused, and of course he knew the reason.

But there is no way. His research is at a critical juncture these days and he naturally cannot be distracted. But it will be fine in a few days. Once the treatment of the remaining patients is completed, he will be able to find time to go there.

"Brother Dayong, don't worry. I will definitely go to listen to President Zhu's lecture next week. I will have more time in the future." Wang Mengde comforted him.

"That's great." Qian Dayong said happily, "I'll tell those junior students this afternoon, and also tell the teacher, so that she won't be in a bad mood during this period."

a few days later.

At night, He Shengnan and her two sons fell asleep in the bedroom, while Wang Mengde was in the living room, writing and drawing in a notebook.

More than ten days ago, Ran Xiaomei took the initiative to ask, saying that she had to take care of the children during the day and needed to sleep more soundly at night, so she let him sleep in the bedroom in the wing, and she slept in the ear room with Wang Yuanchao and Wang Weiguo.

Wang Mengde knew it very well and of course agreed with it wholeheartedly. After all, he and He Shengnan had not been intimate for several months.

The two of them are still young, and holding it in for too long will be bad for their health and relationship.

He kept writing until it was almost midnight before he stopped. There were already dozens of pages of content in this notebook.

After flipping through it, Wang Mengde breathed a sigh of relief. This time, he had been studying the disease for several months, and most of his attention was focused on it. Fortunately, with the help of space, the research went so smoothly.

Now, the research results are basically completed. The next step is to spend two to three months to verify whether the content in this notebook needs to be changed.

He shook his neck and put the notebook aside. He then took out another notebook from the space, thought for a moment, and began to write on it.

This time, he only wrote a prescription with more than a dozen medicines and a recipe for a plaster.

After a careful check, I put the notebook into the space.

Even though he only wrote two and a half pages in the notebook, the content was no less important than the dozens of pages in the first notebook, and even had a greater impact on the country.

He put away the notebook on the table, looked at the honeycomb coal burning in the stove, turned on the light switch, and then tiptoed into the bedroom.

He carefully checked his two sons' buttocks and found them clean, so he lay down on the outermost one.

He Shengnan, who was sleeping soundly, felt him getting on the bed, and she involuntarily stretched out her arms and hugged his arms tightly.

the next day.

After arriving at the Chinese Academy of Traditional Chinese Medicine, Mr. Pu did not go to Guang'anmen Hospital for consultation today.

In the office, Wang Mengde respectfully handed him the notebook he had written in the past few days.

"Sir, this is the summary of my research on rickets in recent times. Please correct me."

"Okay, I don't have much to do in the morning, so I'll take a good look at it." Upon hearing this, Mr. Pu took the notebook with a happy look on his face.

I opened the first page. Although I had seen his handwriting many times, I couldn't help but sigh when I saw the neat, smooth and flowing handwriting in the notebook again.

It's so pleasing to the eyes.

After sighing, he continued to flip through the pages, asking some questions from time to time.

Wang Meng sat aside and answered Pu Lao's questions.

More than two hours later, Pu Lao closed his notebook and said with a happy face: "Meng De, good, your understanding and research on leukemia has surpassed mine.

What are you going to do next? Do you have a plan?"

"Sir, I still have a lot to learn from you." Wang Mengde said modestly, and then continued:

"Sir, I plan to spend about three months in the future to verify the contents of the notebook in order to find any problems and make timely adjustments."

"If you think so, I feel relieved."

Seeing that he was not eager for quick success, Pu Lao nodded with satisfaction.

(End of this chapter)