Chapter 235 I am a professional
The person who came was none other than Senior Brother Wu Dinghuan.

Wu Dinghuan licked his belly and walked into the second courtyard with square steps, just in time to meet Wang Deming and Zhao Shouyan who were about to go out.

"Deming, what are you doing?"

"Brother, let's go. Have you eaten yet? Let's go to Puyun Tower to eat spring pancakes and then go to Jixiang Theater to listen to Mr. Mei's play."

Patting his stomach, he said, "My throat is sore. You should have told me earlier. I'll go for a walk with you. It'll help me digest the food."

The three of them walked through Nanluoguxiang and strolled south along the Imperial City Wall.

On the way, Wu Dinghuan asked, "Deming, how is your job? This afternoon, the director of a steel mill came to our clinic and got his thigh hit by scrap metal."

"Oh, is it broken?"

".without."

"What a pity." Wang Deming smacked his lips. "Why didn't it get disconnected? No wonder the personnel officer came to my house this afternoon and asked me to go to work. So something like this must have happened."

"What is work all about?"

Wang Deming shook his head slightly, and told the story of the one-inch photo, adding his own judgment, that it was nothing more than a struggle between two forces in the factory, and he just happened to be unlucky enough to run into it.
Zhao Shouyan and Wu Dinghuan frowned.

Zhao Shouyan tilted his head to look at Wang Deming and said, "Do you want me to ask someone to say hello? There is an old friend of our family who is a member of the Standing Committee of the Municipal Party Committee in Beijing."

"Haha, it's not a big deal," Wang Deming said with a smile, "I was just thinking of putting it off for a few days. Who wants to go to work when they can just lie down? And you just gave me an excuse."

Besides, being able to work in a factory is better than working in a hospital. I was originally a poor peasant, but now I have become a working class. I am now stable.

Just wait for the government to take away this hot potato of the Chinese medicine factory, and then you can sit back and enjoy the good life.

Lou Bancheng really doesn't know how to appreciate the blessings he has.
"Tsk, tsk, that's right."

Two days passed in a flash.

The new factory doctor, Comrade Wang Deming, finally came to his post.

Everything was very simple, two bungalows, two beds, two medicine cabinets and a treatment table.

There was a tray on the examination table, and in the tray were two lunch boxes: one lunch box contained tweezers, gauze, tape, and a thermometer; the other lunch box had gauze on the bottom layer, and contained several glass syringes and steel injection needles. The needle tips were slightly prickly and had to be sharpened several times before use.

The medicine cabinet is divided into two layers, the upper layer is a glass door, which contains red medicine, purple medicine, alcohol, and safflower oil; the other layer is a large roll of white gauze with yellow, and many yellow gauze pieces.
The lower level is full of injectable and oral medications. The injectable medications mentioned here refer to intramuscular injections, which are commonly known as buttock injections. Sulfadiazine, aspirin; painkillers, licorice tablets, yeast tablets
Wearing a white coat, Wang Deming looked around with his hands behind his back as if he was conducting an inspection, and he had an idea in mind.

Even these conditions cannot compare to the rural clinics in the previous life. In the previous life, rural clinics were filled with western medicines, blood pressure monitors, electrocardiograms, blood glucose meters, and the more advanced ones even had X-rays.

Tsk tsk, the shortage of doctors and medicines is so severe, and yet they banned traditional Chinese medicine. What were they thinking?

Sitting by the stove and warming up with nurse Xiaomei, I asked casually, "Xiaomei, what do we usually do?"

"We can't tell who is older between the two of us." Nurse Jiang Xiaomei said nonchalantly as she turned over the sweet potatoes on the stove without even raising her eyelids: "Workers come here when they have problems. If they have minor illnesses, they take medicine if they have them, and if they don't, they just bear it. If they have serious illnesses, they go to the city's hospital. How can you count on our factory clinic?"

"Yeah, that's right."

Well, just stay away from him with this temper. He is not tall, but he has a bad temper.

Wang Deming returned to the consulting desk, which was actually just a square table. He took out the book "Quiet Flows the Don" and his notebook from his bag and prepared to start translating.

For a while, the only sounds in the clinic were the smooth sound of pen tips and the sound of nurse Xiaomei occasionally turning over sweet potatoes. After a while, they heard some commotion outside the clinic, and neither Wang Deming nor Jiang Xiaomei moved.

First, a worker came in and lifted the door curtain. Then Director Yang came into the clinic with a cane, accompanied by two people beside him. Yin Mei from the Personnel Department followed closely behind him.

"Comrade Deming, quickly treat Director Yang." Yin Mei hurriedly greeted him as soon as she entered the clinic: "Director Yang heard that you have officially arrived at the post. In order not to affect the work, he specially asked you to come for follow-up treatment."

"Oh, lie down on the bed first." Wang Deming then slowly put the books and notebooks back into the bag. When he looked up, hey, they were all people he knew. Jia Dongxu, Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong. Isn't this a coincidence?

"Hey, Comrade Dongxu, Comrade Zhonghai, Comrade Haizhong. No wonder the Nanluoguxiang Siheyuan is rated as excellent by the street every year. You three are really helpful! You even neglect your work to take care of Director Yang! You are really nice people!"

After saying that, Wang Deming even gave a thumbs up.

After saying this, the three of them were still fine, but Director Yang looked a little embarrassed, "Hey, Master Yi, Master Liu, Comrade Jia Dongxu, I'm at the clinic, and Comrade Yin Mei is taking care of me, you guys go back to the workshop first."

"Comrade Yin Mei, do you want to step aside as well?" Wang Deming pointed at Director Yang's thigh. "Didn't they say Director Yang's thigh was bruised?"

"Nurse Jiang, help Director Yang take off his pants."

"Comrade Deming, you are too feudal!" Yin Mei immediately spoke before Director Yang: "How can we differentiate between men and women when helping revolutionary comrades?"

"Okay, then you can go with Nurse Jiang."

Wang Deming stood up and walked to the bedside, then turned around and said, "Are you still not leaving? This is a clinic, not a vegetable market. We don't need so many people watching."

If the eyes of Yi Zhonghai and the other two could spit fire, Wang Deming would be burned to ashes.

What a great opportunity to flatter the leader. The three of them waited at the factory gate early in the morning, ready to meet Director Yang.
Director Yang also turned his head to look over, and Yi Zhonghai and the other two could only say goodbye and leave reluctantly.

Wang Deming did not start massaging the thigh directly. Instead, he sat on a chair beside the bed to feel Director Yang's pulse. After alternating between his left and right hands, he shook his head slightly.

Director Yang was shocked and asked quickly, "Comrade Deming, do I have any other illness?"

Wang Deming did not answer directly. Instead, he looked carefully at Director Yang's face. He had inverted eyebrows, big bags under his eyes, and a somewhat sallow complexion.

"Put your tongue out and let me take a look."

Sure enough, the tongue coating was light and sparse.

"Tsk tsk, Director Yang, do you take Liuwei Dihuang Pills often?"

"Well, I eat a little occasionally."

"Don't eat it in the future. At your age, taking medicine all year round is not good for your liver and kidneys. You must listen to the doctor's advice in the future. Kidney yin deficiency and kidney yang deficiency are different. It is easy to get sick if you eat randomly."

"Am I okay now?"

"It's not a big problem, but if you keep eating like this, I'll write you a prescription later. Go to the People's Pharmacy in Wangfujing to get the medicine and I'll mix it for you."

"Okay, okay. Just one?"

"Take one dose first and I'll check your pulse. The prescription needs to be adjusted in time."

"Alas, it's a pity that we don't have a Chinese medicine cabinet here. Otherwise, I can make it for you right away, and it won't affect your work."

(End of this chapter)