Chapter 191 Some things must be paid back.

The Spring Festival holiday in this era is three days: New Year's Eve, Spring Festival, and the second day of the first lunar month. Make dumplings on New Year's Eve, visit relatives and friends during the Spring Festival, and visit relatives and friends on the second day of the first lunar month.

Although most shops on the street will not open until the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, as a government agency, we must abide by the standards of the national statutory holidays and go to work on time on Monday, February 2th.

For example, the Acupuncture Laboratory of the Ministry of Health.

Yu Rong, carrying a black handbag, nodded to the guard, and strode into a large courtyard gate with green bricks and tiles on Qianjinhe Road. He walked through several courtyards and came to the back room.

After putting away her handbag, she pushed open the door of a room with a wooden sign of the director's office, entered the room, picked up two thermoses, and went back to the boiler room in the back building to get some hot water.

I put the thermos filled with hot water neatly on the desk in the room, got another bucket of hot water, and started wiping the table and mopping the floor.

After a while, voices of greetings were heard in the yard. "Good morning, Director."

"morning."

The square-faced leader walked into the office with a briefcase under his arm. He glanced at Yu Rong who was mopping the floor diligently, put the briefcase on the table, and said calmly, "Xiao Yu, two comrades from the Cultural and Educational Department of the Administrative Council have come to the Ministry of Health to learn about the situation. You go and cooperate with them."

"Good morning, Director!" Yu Rong turned around pretending to be surprised by what he had just discovered.

"New Year, new beginnings. I need to focus on my work. The orderly will help clean my office."

"Director, I'm young and I came early, so it's okay for me to do some work."

"go quickly."

"Yes."

Yu Rong worked hard to mop the last corner of the room, went out with the mop and bucket, and carefully closed the door.

Back in the ordinary staff office, other colleagues were working at their desks. They looked up, glanced at him, and then continued to look down.

Yu Rong didn't take it seriously. He returned to his seat, took out the report letter he had already written from his handbag, and walked out with his head held high.

As soon as I entered the courtyard and stood in front of the reception room, I heard a faint voice from inside: Tell me? Did anyone instruct you?
Yu Rong knocked on the door, "Knock, knock, knock". The door of the reception room opened. His heart skipped a beat. The person who opened the door was a man wearing a public security uniform and a wide-brimmed hat.

"Are you Yu Rong?"

Yu Rong nodded quickly, "It's me!" He peeked into the reception room through the crack in the door and saw that the person being questioned was a short and fat old man with round-frame glasses and a moustache.

His heart beat suddenly accelerated. He was very familiar with the family. He was a relative of the leader and a popular figure around the leader. He had tried every means to establish a relationship with him and called him uncle.

The man in police uniform turned around and said a few words to the people in the room. Then another man in a Zhongshan suit appeared at the door and said, "Go to the next room."

The next room is also a reception room for visitors: there is a square table covered with a white tablecloth, two high-backed chairs behind the table, and a stool in front of the table.

The man in the Zhongshan suit pointed at the stool and said, "Sit down." He and the policeman went to sit behind the table and opened a notebook. "Name."

"Yu Yurong."

"What is your relationship with Yu Yunyou?"

"No, it doesn't matter?"

"Aren't we relatives? You should know the consequences of hiding the truth from the organization!"

"No, I have absolutely nothing to do with him!"

The man in the Zhongshan suit and the policeman looked at each other and wrote down their thoughts in their notebooks. After a while, he continued to ask, "Do you remember what you said at No. 52 Qinlao Hutong on December 12, 22?"

Yu Rong swallowed nervously, "I remember. I accompanied the director on the inspection and severely criticized Qinlao Hutong for rashly giving Chinese herbal medicine to Soviet comrades without the approval of the superiors."

"Anything else?" "No, nothing more!"

"Okay, do you remember the internal speech at the health work meeting on December 12?"

"Remember, we must use more scientific methods to reform traditional Chinese medicine."

"Sure?"

"Yes, sure."

The man in the Zhongshan suit whispered a few words in the policeman's ear, closed his notebook and went out. Only Yu Rong and the policeman opposite him were left in the reception room, which fell into a long silence.

The policeman said nothing, asked no questions, just stared at him.

The "bang bang" sound of his heartbeat seemed to be beating in his ears. Yu Rong swallowed his saliva with difficulty. He felt very thirsty. His legs trembled unconsciously and he clutched his trouser legs tightly with both hands.

For the first time, he felt that the five bright red characters "Serve the People" printed on the opposite wall were so dazzling.

"Think it through. Is there anything else you need to explain?" The policeman's deep voice sounded, "The organization has always been punishing past mistakes to prevent future ones and curing illnesses to save lives."

Finally, he heard the voice of the policeman on the other side. Yu Rong collapsed on the stool like a deflated balloon, "I say."

When he came out of the public reception room again, the door of the reception room next door was also opened.

The difference is that the person coming out from the next door had his hands behind his back, and was followed on his left and right by two policemen with serious expressions.

The short and fat old man with a round face, round-framed glasses and a moustache looked at Yu Rong expressionlessly with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes. He snorted coldly and was escorted out.

Yu Rong returned to the office in a daze. Just as he sat down, the orderly beside the director brought him a document with a red stamp.

"Comrade Yu Rong, the organization plans to send you to Gansu to support rural health construction."

"That's an old revolutionary base area, and it's in urgent need of medical personnel who understand science and culture. The organization has entrusted this important task to you, which shows its respect and care for you."

"Please prepare yourself and leave immediately in two days."

Yu Rong took the red-headed document with trembling hands. The red stamp on the lower right corner was so bright red.

His head was dizzy. Why was this happening?
Ask yourself, what did I do wrong? Isn't it just a few criticisms that are unscientific? Isn't it just a recognition of a relative?
Why doesn’t the leader come out to support me?

Just as I was daydreaming, the orderly appeared at the door of the office again and announced loudly: "The chief has called an emergency meeting. Comrades, please go to the second courtyard immediately."

Yu Rong followed the crowd like a walking corpse and walked to the second courtyard. On the steps in front of the central hall in the courtyard, Chief Li, who had a round face and short hair, had lost his usual amiability and had a serious expression.

He swept his eyes over the crowd of people and said into the microphone, "Hey, comrades, everyone is here. I will briefly announce a few things."

“First, remove the required Western medicine content from the TCM practitioner qualification examination;”

“Second, TCM clinics shall not be closed down for any reason or excuse, except where there is illegal evidence;”

“Third, the issuance of business licenses to newly opened traditional Chinese medicine clinics shall not be suspended for any reason or excuse;”

“Fourth, recall the documents that were sent to local health institutions to stop the dissemination of the Rural Doctors’ Manual.”

"fifth."

Dark clouds rolled in the sky. One, two, three or four pieces of snowflakes floated down from the sky and landed on Yu Rong's face and lips, feeling cool.

He could no longer hear what was said next. He stretched out his hand and snowflakes fell one by one.

He stretched his neck and looked up at the white sky. The weather had changed!
(End of this chapter)