Chapter 167 Alive
However, if I rashly called Zhao Shouyan to ask about the publication of the "Rural Doctor's Handbook", it would definitely make him unhappy.

Although the time he had met Zhao Shouyan in person was very short, Wang Deming could still sense the nobleness of an intellectual and the pride of a son of an aristocratic family.

This is also the reason why Wang Deming, although he was waiting anxiously, never called Zhao Shouyan of Shanghai Commercial Press.
What should we do now? Wang Deming returned to the main room of the fourth courtyard, took out a draft book from the shelf on his desk, turned to the last few pages, unscrewed the Parker pen, and wrote with a sound of brushstrokes.

I can only hurry up and finish the manuscript of "To Live", and use the name of this book to make indirect criticisms so as not to offend anyone.

How did I become so mercenary now? Wang Deming smiled bitterly and shook his head. It is true that experience makes people mature!
Continue to lower your head and type.

In mid-April, a week after Qingming Festival, the capital finally welcomed the warm spring. The stove in the house had been removed, and the cotton door curtains had been taken down. Through the glass of the doors and windows, one could see that the pomegranate tree in the yard had sprouted oblong green leaves, and occasionally pale yellow buds could be found among the branches.

In the flower beds on both sides of the pomegranate tree, patches of pale purple February orchids emit bursts of fragrance in the breeze.

February orchid is also known as Zhugecai. It is said that Zhuge Kongming found a kind of "turnip" on the roadside in order to solve the problem of food and grass. He learned from an old farmer that this vegetable is full of treasures. The tender leaves and flower stems can be eaten, and can also be pickled.

Moreover, February orchid is not picky about the soil it grows in, and is especially popular as a vegetable during the lean season.

"Look, how tender it is? Simply blanch it in water, add some sugar if possible, and mix it with Liubiju pickles or Tianyuan pickle garden pickles. Hey, the taste is amazing!"

Near noon, the invited chef and his assistant came to the fourth courtyard to pick February orchid. The sound of their conversation woke up Wang Deming who was immersed in writing.

Recently, Wang Deming has been too busy with the transfer of national treasures and the expansion of the Chinese medicine factory, and he hasn't been so immersed in writing for a long time.

Only immersion can lead to high efficiency!
Wang Deming smiled slightly and wrote the last line with satisfaction: "I know that the darkness will pass in a flash, and the sun will descend from the sky."

Borrowing does not mean copying, copying is tantamount to seeking death. The last sentence of "To Live" is: I know that dusk is passing away and night is falling from the sky.

When someone asks you during a cultural event, why did night fall? How do you explain it?

He screwed up the pen, put it in his chest pocket, put the draft book back on the bookshelf, picked up the lunch box and went to the kitchen. He had to eat with Er Yue Lan today.

The kitchen is in the house opposite the gatehouse as soon as you enter the courtyard. There are several large stoves and small stoves. The chef hired is named Liu. His hometown is Nanyingzi. He used to be a solo chef who took on weddings and funerals. He is good at preparing big pot meals, so Qinlao Hutong can be said to have eaten big pot meals in advance.

As for a dedicated canteen, there is none. Students queue up in the kitchen to get their meals and have them taken to classrooms or laboratories in several colleges. Of course, no one cares if they eat in a corner, but no one does that.

I can't afford to lose that person. After all, I was a doctor, even though I don't have that title now.
"Hey, Teacher Wang, are you having lunch here today?"

"Hi, I heard from Master Liu that they're cooking February orchids for lunch today, so I came here specially to try some fresh ones."

"Haha, some comrades even asked, why are all the February orchids in the courtyard bald?"

“Does this mean that some comrades have become alienated from the masses?”

"Haha. That's right."

"Comrades, work harder. There is still one and a half months until the second exam in June. We just need to work hard and persevere until it's over. If you have any questions or are unsure about what you have learned, feel free to come to me."

Wang Deming, who was waiting in line, chatted with the students and teachers while encouraging them.

"Teacher Wang, even if you didn't tell us, we would have come to find you."

At this moment, a sentence suddenly popped up in the crowd, "Even if you pass the exam, you still have to be a medical assistant!" The lively atmosphere just now became quiet and replaced by dullness.

The person who spoke was in his 20s and was an apprentice of a Chinese medicine doctor. What he complained about was true. As long as a Chinese medicine doctor or apprentice was under 30 years old and had no previous reputation, he would only be awarded a medical assistant qualification certificate even if he passed the exam.

After becoming a medical assistant, one must practice medicine in a formal clinic for three years and then pass both Chinese and Western medicine examinations before becoming a formal Chinese medicine doctor.

This policy document was issued after Wang Deming passed the exam at the end of last year.
Wang Deming sighed inwardly. Because of this policy, many Chinese medicine apprentices have switched to Western medicine, because not only Shanghai Medical College has an internal medicine class specifically for Chinese medicine apprentices, but Beijing Medical College also has one.

Wang Deming could only continue to encourage the students: "Comrades, have you forgotten that our Chinese Medicine Association also has a supporting Chinese medicine factory?"

"Our Chinese medicine factory is planning to open 20 more shops in Beijing alone, and each shop needs a Chinese medicine doctor to see patients. And comrades, have you heard about how good the wages and benefits are in the Chinese medicine factory? Medical assistants make at least hundreds of yuan a month!"

"Besides, medical assistant is just a transitional position. For those of us who study Chinese medicine, it will only be good for us to practice medicine independently in the future if we can gain a few more years of medical experience from our predecessors!"

What is the point of increasing medical experience? Few students care about this.

They were all attracted by Wang Deming's words of earning more than 100 yuan a month, "Ah, our Chinese medicine factory has such good benefits?"

"Teacher Wang, is what you said true or false?"

"If we can make more than 100 yuan a month, it won't be much less than what we did when we opened a traditional Chinese medicine clinic, right?"

"You really flatter yourself! If you weren't famous, how many people would come to you for treatment? How much money could you make?"

Wang Deming successfully aroused the students' fighting spirit, and they immediately asked him for details about the Chinese medicine factory.

Especially after hearing that the pharmaceutical factory is not only in Beijing, but also preparing to open many branches in other places, everyone is even more excited!
"I didn't expect that our Chinese medicine factory would develop so well?"

"Of course! How can you not get sick if you eat whole grains? How many patients can the few Western doctors in the city see?"

"But people in the countryside just endure illnesses, so how can they afford to treat them?"

"You were talking about before liberation. We are liberated now. The fields have been distributed in the countryside. Every family has surplus grain. After the autumn harvest, we sell the grain and have money in our pockets to see a doctor and buy medicine. Besides, our Chinese patent medicine is not expensive, and we can even buy herbs to pay for it."

"Hey, that's right!"

Listening to the students' enthusiastic discussions, Wang Deming's mouth curled up slightly. The Chinese medicine factory that he had worked so hard to build was finally playing its due role.

Worth it!
If I hadn't had the experience of my previous life, I would have known how to use medicine to supplement medical care, and use the profits earned from selling medicine to subsidize the doctors' income. This would have allowed Chinese medicine apprentices to have no worries and continue to study Chinese medicine instead of being forced to switch to Western medicine due to policy responses and livelihoods.

If we can retain one more TCM apprentice, there might be an opportunity for one more TCM national master in the future.
It is not like in the past when the country wanted to revive traditional Chinese medicine decades later, but the number of traditional Chinese medicine talents was drastically reduced.

It is not like the technology exhibition in the previous life where AI pulse-taking robots were used to take the pulse of patients.
Instead of relying on Western medicine for diagnosis like the doctoral students trained by traditional Chinese medicine universities in previous countries, we should use information technology and big data to assist diagnosis and prescribe medicine.
As for the Five Elements Dialectics and the addition and subtraction of classical prescriptions, what are they?
　I recently finished reading Yu Hua's new book "We Live in Huge Differences". How should I put it? I happened to be reading Lu Xun's "Dawn Blossoms Plucked at Dusk" and remembered an interview with Yu Hua that I had seen. Someone asked: You and Lu Xun both studied medicine and then became writers. Who do you think is better?

　　Mr. Yu Hua’s answer is very wise: Lu Xun is a returnee, and I am a barefoot doctor. Who can compare with Lu Xun?

　　I totally agree.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)