Chapter 225: The Aftermath
Yu Yunyou is dead.

Just a few days before the 54th Traditional Chinese Medicine Qualification Examination was scheduled, no one knows how he died.

Is it fear or to protect others? Not sure.
However, this is a complete removal of a huge stone for the development of traditional Chinese medicine in China.

The number of students participating in this year's Traditional Chinese Medicine Qualification Examination is the highest in recent years, and there are also many young master-apprentice inheritors like Wang Deming.

This phenomenon has occurred in recent years, and it is also indirect proof that the traditional education of Chinese medicine has begun to gradually recover. It is no longer semi-compulsory to arrange former Chinese medicine apprentices to study Western medicine internal medicine.

There is also another gratifying phenomenon. The newly established Chinese and Western Medicine Exchange Committee has been established, with Chairman Peng of the China Democratic League serving as the nominal director, and the new leader of the health agency, Fu, personally serving as the president of the Chinese Medical Association and deputy director of the Chinese and Western Medicine Exchange Committee.

Shi Jinmo, Xiao Longyou, Kong Bohua and Zhao Shuping are deputy directors.

It can be seen that the situation of traditional Chinese medicine is very good.

But Wang Deming felt as if the thin piece of paper in his hand weighed a thousand pounds. He stood in the courtyard of the Beiyan River and listened to the speeches of the public health leaders. The implication of their words was that you are the country's talents and need to obey the country's work assignments.

So, in order to avoid the word "assignment", I deliberately didn't take the college entrance examination, but in the end I still can't escape it?

Wang Deming listened to the leader's speech standing on the steps in the hall, but he didn't listen. Where would he assign me to?

He secretly glanced at his senior brother Wu Dinghuan, who was so excited that his face turned red as he was being portrayed by his superiors as working hard and serving for the health of the people. If he was asked to be assigned to another place at this time, he would probably sign up generously, right?
Just as I thought of this, I heard the leader wave his hand and say, "The vast areas of the motherland are still struggling with various virulent infectious diseases. Public health and epidemic prevention stations in various places urgently need comrades from the vast medical front to provide support."

"As long as we don't solve the plague, smallpox and other highly contagious diseases, we won't be able to crush the germ warfare of U.S. imperialism! The patriotic health campaign can't stop for a day!"

"Although comrades are studying traditional Chinese medicine, some of them are also good at Western preventive medicine. I hope they will actively sign up to participate in epidemic prevention stations in various places and work hard for the health of the people."

Wow. The applause was very enthusiastic.

The leader was very satisfied with the comrades’ attitude and continued, “Comrades, you can sign up now!”

As soon as they entered the hospital, young people who had just obtained their TCM medical qualification certificates crowded into the front row, and at the table set up in advance under the north corridor, they shouted, "To serve the people's health, I want to sign up!"

Wu Dinghuan also squeezed forward, but was suddenly pulled by Wang Deming's cotton jacket. He looked back at him in confusion, his face still flushed from the excitement, and asked, "Deming, what's wrong? Why are you stopping me?"

"Brother," Wang Deming whispered, "We are both orthopedic specialists. Master has only two of us as his successors. If we both change our professions, then the art of bone setting will be lost, right?"

That’s right. Wu Dinghuan thought about it and decided not to struggle to sign up.

The leader was looking down at them and noticed the little movements of the two people. There was no other reason for this, but most of the people who were still there were older.

The leader walked down the steps slowly, approached Wang Deming, and asked kindly, "Young comrade, why don't you go and sign up?"

Wang Deming smiled shyly, "Leader, my senior and I both studied bone setting, so this is a bit far from the truth."

"Well, as long as you have a basic knowledge of medicine, you can learn it quickly. Young man, you must have confidence in yourself!"

No. I didn't. But I couldn't say that. Wang Deming looked at the leader with a righteous face and expressed it tactfully: "We feel that we are still not as good as our comrades who specialize in Western medicine in terms of professionalism, and we are worried that it will affect the national plan."

"And can I make a small suggestion?"

"What do you say?" The leader's face became visibly serious, or even ashen.

"Wouldn't it be better to arrange the Western medicine doctors in our city to the places where they are most needed in the fight against the epidemic? They have rich medical knowledge and experience, and they will definitely be able to achieve results as quickly as possible."

The leader blurted out: "How can that be? Is the health problem of the people in the city worth ignoring?" "You are talking nonsense!" The leader walked away in anger.

After returning to the corridor, he whispered with the staff holding the personnel list, and looked at Wang Deming and Wu Dinghuan from time to time.

"De Ming, have we offended our leader?" Wu Dinghuan was a little worried.

"What are you afraid of?" Wang Deming said indifferently, "If they don't arrange jobs for us, it would be great if we apply for a clinic and open it at home. How comfortable would that be?"

"Oh"

After all the young newly promoted Chinese medicine doctors had completed their registration, the leader gave an enthusiastic speech, praising them as role models for the new generation of the Republic. While speaking, he looked at Wang Deming from time to time.

Wang Deming lowered his head and rubbed the ground with his toes, as if he had something good to offer, and ignored him.
As soon as he finished his speech, he quickly pulled Wu Dinghuan away.

At the master's house in Baoyu Hutong, Xia Xiwu stroked his beard and listened to Wang Deming's retelling. He spoke slowly, "Dinghuan, Deming is right. If a cow doesn't want to drink water, you can't force it to bow its head, right?"

"Besides, your expertise is in bone setting." He paused for a moment and gave Wu Dinghuan a reassurance, "Don't worry, Master will ask someone about it when the time comes."

"You two should try to apply for separate clinics first. If that doesn't work out, it would be nice for the three of us to work together in the orthopedic clinic in Dongsi."

"I'll apply first, Master." Wang Deming thought for a moment and said, "After all, Senior Brother can now be affiliated with the clinic at home. It would be better for the Dongsi Orthopedic Clinic to say hello to the Chinese Medicine Association."

"Also."

Because it was the 23rd day of the lunar year in two days, which was the Little New Year in the north, Wang Deming went out with his senior brother Wu Dinghuan to Yongkang Hutong to bring in food.

Because of Alexei's relationship with the Soviet Embassy, ​​the materials used here are different from those on the market.

Whether it is winter cabbage or potatoes, or various kinds of beef, mutton and pork meat, there is a complete range of them, and the prices are slightly lower than the market price.

Since the unified sales and purchase policy began in October last year, there are fewer street vendors on the market, and there are also fewer private shops selling pork and mutton on Zhushi Street.

Fortunately, Puyunlou at the intersection and Baohuachun on Wangfujing Street both serve cooked food, so there has been no impact for the time being.

Time flew and it was February 2, the Spring Festival of 2. The day before, Wang Deming specially accompanied his sister to take a train and take the children to Qinghe Farm in Tianjin to visit his brother-in-law Chang Youguang and his family of three, bringing them freshly made dumplings and some clothes.

Because my brother-in-law and his family behaved well and actively participated in labor after quitting opium, they will be able to return home in the second half of this year.

While eating dumplings with two kinds of fillings: pork and sauerkraut and lamb and green onions, Chang Youguang couldn't help crying. She expressed her gratitude to Wang Deming again and again, and promised to work hard to support the three of them after she got out.

As a result, Yichun said in a disappointing tone: "Dad, you can do it! We are easy to feed, and we don't need to eat meat every day. I am tired of Puyunlou's cooked food."

Uh. I'm afraid this little cotton jacket is leaking air?

I'll be lucky enough to be able to feed you with cornmeal when I get out. Who would dare to employ someone like me with a criminal record?

The Spring Festival passed quickly, and it was still cold in February. There was no progress on Wang Deming's application to open a clinic; but Wu Dinghuan had already officially started working at the Dongsi Orthopedic Clinic.

In February, the Masses Daily reported clearly: Resolutely implement the general line of the transition period and accelerate socialist transformation.

The National Federation of Cooperatives also published an editorial: The socialist transformation of handicraftsmen is in full swing and has achieved initial results.
　I dreamed of writing the latest chapter in the early morning this morning. It was so well written, with mature and sharp writing skills. It didn't mention the current situation at all, but the contrast was vivid. I looked at my phone in a daze. It was past 5 a.m. I thought about it and felt that it was still vivid in my mind. I shouldn't have forgotten it. I was still dizzy and waited until the morning to prepare breakfast for my daughter, and then sent her to cram school. I forgot it completely. OK, can I remember it if I squint again? I slept until 10:, but I still didn't remember anything. I picked up my daughter and sent her to cram school. I had lunch and chatted with friends at noon. I was completely helpless and couldn't remember anything. Sweat, I caught a cold again yesterday. I hope it's not Yang. I don't know why I have stomachache today.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)