Will Chapter 224 be assigned?
Xia Xiwu was still thinking about where his two apprentices were going. He took a sip of tea and said slowly, "But it would be nice if we could arrange for both of you to go to the outpatient department in Dongsi."

"Hey, Master, why are you so worried about this?" Wang Deming said nonchalantly, "As long as we have the skills, can we still do without food and drink?"

"Brother, you have the skill of bone setting now, but you haven't been certified before. Once you are certified, there will be fewer people coming to see you. People who do manual labor can have their backs pressed back after a few back braces."

"As for me, you two both know that I don't even touch a penny of the dividend money from the Chinese medicine factory, beverage factory, and nutritional product factory, and I live a good life, don't I?"

"Haha, that's right." Xia Xiwu finally put his mind at ease. He glanced at Wang Deming and joked, "You hang out with big noses all day long. You won't starve even if you don't become a doctor. And you eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks all day long."

"You make it sound like I'm Big Nose's lackey." Wang Deming puffed out his chest and said confidently, "Actually, they are my lackeys, otherwise I wouldn't help them make money!"

make money?

That's right! Diana and Alexei have shares in the beverage factory, and they are indispensable for selling products to the Warsaw Pact and the Soviet Union. I guess the higher-ups already knew about it, so I applied several times to donate my shares but no one responded.

Well, I'd better go with the flow. Anyway, there will be changes one day, sooner or later. As long as I don't touch a penny of the dividends in the account, who can say that I am a big capitalist?

I am clearly working for the country.
After thinking this through, Wang Deming completely put the issue of public-private partnership behind him, and talked with his master and senior brothers about the Chinese medicine examination before the New Year.

Wang Deming's mention of this touched the sore spot of Master Xia Xiwu. The old man crossed his legs and tried to move the hem of his long gown, only to find that he had changed into a Zhongshan suit with no hem. He could only use his right hand to make a circle and stroke his beard to cover it up.

"Ahem." He coughed lightly, squinted at his disciple Wu Dinghuan, and said slowly, "Dinghuan, tell me, what is my current status?"

Wu Dinghuan held the old man with a smile, gave him a thumbs up, and said, "Deming, Master is not only the director of the Orthopedic Committee of the Beijing Chinese Medicine Association, but also the director of the Orthopedic Committee of the North China Chinese Medicine Association."

"He is also the director of the review committee for the Traditional Chinese Medicine Bone Correction Examination."

"Ah!" Wang Deming did a great job of supporting the main role. He made a surprised expression and asked back, "Master, your status is so high now?"

The old man was very proud, and slowly stroked his sparse beard, saying modestly, "Well, it's all because of the love of my comrades and the special regard of the leaders of the Ministry of Health."

"I'm telling you two, I won't show favoritism when it comes to the exam. You two must do better than the others."

"Don't worry, Master," Wang Deming patted his chest loudly, "My brother and I will definitely not embarrass you."

"Um"

Seeing the old man nodding with satisfaction, Wang Deming and Wu Dinghuan smiled at each other secretly.

In the afternoon, Brother Wu Dinghuan followed the master to see a patient at home. Wang Deming patted his butt and left, saying that he had something to do at the Chinese medicine factory.

There is nothing going on in the Chinese medicine factory. Not to mention Wang Deming who is rarely seen in the factory, even Cha Kuiyuan who has been running around all the time is gradually losing his say.

It’s no wonder that Cha Kuiyuan has no means, he has done well enough.

But what does it mean to go deep into the masses, unite the masses, and rely on the masses?

The union cadres who came from the city to support the factory perfectly implemented these three points. Basically, they arrived at the factory outside Chaoyangmen early every day and repaired the equipment with the workers who worked the night shift the night before. After having breakfast in the factory, they immediately started working in their own workshops.

Since he had only a vague understanding of Chinese medicine before, he constantly and humbly asked the old workers for advice, took the initiative to go to the factory's night school, and bought books on Chinese medicine to study. In a very short time, he became an outstanding employee in the workshop.

The notebooks they carried with them contained not only study materials and production materials, but also family information of the workers. Which worker had reached marriageable age and needed a partner? Who had a sick family member and couldn't take care of him? Did the factory need to open a nursery or kindergarten?
They will be submitted to the factory management in a timely manner, and after discussion, the results will be posted on the bulletin boards at the factory gate and dormitory area as soon as possible.

What? The trade union is a separate post and office? Drinking tea and reading newspapers every day?
Are you kidding me? Apart from formal units like the Municipal Federation of Trade Unions or the Municipal Women's Federation, why do other factories have an additional permanent cadre position?
Whether it is the trade union or the Women's Federation, they all serve the people. How can they know the needs of their worker comrades if they do not participate in labor together?

Their prestige is built up bit by bit in this way. If nothing unexpected happens, they will definitely be elected as leading cadres in the factory in the leadership election at the end of the year.

When Wang Deming designed the system of the Chinese medicine factory, in addition to collective ownership, workers participated in management, and cadres did not separate themselves from labor. There was also a rule that blurred the distinction between workers and cadres, and leading cadres needed to be elected.

Running water never rots, and door hinges never rot.
Does he have his own little thoughts? Of course he does, but I won't write about them any more.
At No. 11, Yongkang Hutong, Wang Deming pushed his bicycle to the door with difficulty. The car next door also stopped. The orderly on the passenger seat got out immediately and opened the back door. The leader got out of the car, saw him, nodded, and went in.

Wang Deming opened his mouth but still didn't call the leader to ask about the shares of the Chinese medicine factory. Since he had made up his mind, he would do it.

The back room was warm as spring, with a kang in the room, a remodeled fireplace filled with smokeless coke, Alexei was lying on the kang with his arms open, snoring, sound asleep. The room was filled with an unpleasant smell, the smell of Erguotou alcohol, the sweat stains on the old Russians, and the smell of bad breath.
Wang Deming rubbed his nose, and without paying attention to the wind and sand outside, he simply took down half of the cotton door curtain in the main room to get some fresh air.

I pushed Alexi twice, "Hey, wake up! Why are you still sleeping at this hour?"

Alexey rubbed his eyes and mumbled incoherently: "You didn't come last night, and I was drinking and playing mahjong with those people from the embassy. What time was it?"

"It's already past 2pm. What time did you finish the fight? Are they satisfied?"

"Don't mention it. There was a sandstorm outside and I thought it was still dark. I couldn't hold on any longer and then I realized it was already 10 a.m. I sent them away and I didn't have breakfast and have been sleeping until now." Alexei turned over. "Let me sleep a little longer. They agreed to increase the train batches of Siwutang Coke and dietary supplements."

"Huha." Fell asleep again.

Well, knowing what he wanted, Wang Deming didn't want to stay there any longer to be fumed, so he hung up the cotton door curtain again, closed the door, went to Tan's restaurant in the front yard, picked up a box of takeout and a packed lamb, and went home.

Along with the mass daily, there is an outline for studying and promoting the general line of the Communist Party in the transition period in order to mobilize all forces to build China into a great socialist country.

53 years have passed since the public establishment, and the 54th Traditional Chinese Medicine Physician Qualification Examination has also arrived.

The wide door lintel, high threshold, golden doorposts and green glazed tiles are still the same as before.
"Excuse me, a male patient, 48 years old, has been afraid of cold for four years, has trouble sleeping, and often coughs. His pulse is thin and deep, his tongue is dark, and his tongue coating is thin and white. How do you diagnose it?"

Are you kidding? Just a few people sitting in a row behind a long table like leaders, pretending to show medical records and asking questions, can they tell whether someone has passed the TCM qualification? It's hard to say whether they know it or not.
The theory and dialectics of traditional Chinese medicine, observation, smell, questioning and palpation, were messed up just like this.
Anyway, the person who came up with this is a real fucking talent!

At this time, after gathering with the health authorities, they will be taken directly to the joint outpatient department to face the real patients.

It is not difficult for those who know how to do it, but it is difficult for those who don’t. Once you give me a hand, the old Chinese medicine doctor sitting behind me will know whether I can pass the test.
A few days later, on January 54, the 1st day of the 25th lunar month, two days before the Chinese New Year in , Wang Deming finally got his own medical license.

It's just a thin piece of paper
(End of this chapter)