The Barefoot Doctor of the Siheyuan

"I didn't expect you to launch a rocket without making a sound, which really impressed me!"

Dean Jiao knew that launching rockets was a popular metaphor among ministries and commissions.

Since Base 603 successfully launched the first T-7 sounding rocket, all units like to use rockets to describe breakthrough progress.

but. ． ．This rocket was launched by someone else. ．

Dean Jiao can't do the thing of falsely claiming credit.

"Teacher, the students have failed your expectations." He took a deep breath and said in an embarrassing manner, "However, these rules and regulations were not drawn up by the students. They were written by a young doctor."

"Young doctor? What's his name?" Old Zhang frowned, rubbing the manuscript, his expression serious.

It is very rare for a young doctor to put forward such constructive suggestions.

If they are trained, they may become medical talents.

Doctors are in short supply these days, and talents who are proficient in medical skills and management are even scarcer.

"Li Donglai, he used to be a barefoot doctor at Qinjiagou Medical Station, and he just became a full-time doctor." Dean Jiao replied frankly.

"Li Donglai?" Mr. Zhang rubbed his ears, and asked, "Is that Li Donglai who invented the intubation gastric lavage?"

"It's him." Dean Jiao smiled awkwardly: "Speaking of which, I also want to thank Li Donglai. I didn't play any role in the invention process, and he even listed me as the third author. It can be regarded as being exposed in the magazine." A face."

Elder Zhang nodded in satisfaction.

Although this little Jiao didn't have much achievements in medicine, and he was quite satisfactory when he was the dean, his honesty and sincerity didn't change at all.

But that's okay, this proposal just solved one of his problems.

A few days ago, when Mr. Zhang visited his old friend Professor Hu Guangshen, this Chinese medical authority made a request.

That is, he wanted a young man named Li Donglai to go to Beijing University for further study.

This request made Mr. Zhang a little embarrassed.

Although the intubation gastric lavage technique invented by Li Donglai has been praised by the medical circles at home and abroad.

Its Lee cardiopulmonary resuscitation has been evaluated in major hospitals in Hong Kong City.

If the evaluation passes, Li Donglai can be regarded as a budding figure in the Chinese medical field.

Unfortunately, according to the relevant regulations of Capital University, he does not have the qualifications for admission.

Especially age, Li Donglai is already 25 years old, far exceeding the age required for formal admission.

Although Mr. Zhang is not sure that a barefoot doctor entering Beijing University for further study will have a great effect on improving his medical skills.

However, Professor Hu Guangshen has always been known in the Chinese medical community for his insight into people, and the students he personally selected have all become pillars.

Therefore, Mr. Zhang agreed temporarily.

It's just that the rules are the rules, and no one can go beyond them.

Now the opportunity has finally come.

If Li Donglai can become the director of the new department of the rolling mill, he can be regarded as the middle-level leader of the rolling mill.

Naturally, you can get the opportunity to study part-time.

Thinking about this, Mr. Zhang looked at Dean Jiao with burning eyes: "Little Jiao, these rules and regulations are of great importance. Before they are officially promoted in hospitals in the capital, we should choose a pilot hospital to determine whether they can play a role." It has an effect."

"That should be the case." Dean Jiao nodded, "Li Donglai is a young man after all, so it's inevitable that he didn't think carefully."

Mr. Zhang put the manuscript paper in front of him, and said with a smile: "Since this proposal was made by Comrade Li Donglai, I think the pilot project should be put in your hospital."

"Also, as described in the proposal, the establishment of a review committee is necessary."

"However, the name of the committee is inappropriate, and the medical department is more appropriate."

"As for the candidate for the director of the medical department, I think Comrade Li Donglai is more suitable. He has honor, is young and responsible, and is just right to take on this burden."

"Li Donglai as the director?" Dean Jiao was surprised for a moment, and then nodded again and again: "I agree with both hands. Although he has just become a regular, he has excellent grades and is very popular. All the doctors in our rolling mill hospital admire him. of."

The highly valued subordinate wants to take over the position. This proposal still comes from his immediate superior, and Dean Jiao naturally has no reason to refuse.

Seeing that Dean Jiao did not object, Mr. Zhang was also relieved, and said: "The director of the medical department is not a high-ranking officer, but he is also a leader. I still need to discuss with other comrades. Also, there must be procedures that must be followed. Before the appointment is officially issued, you must pay attention to confidentiality work."

"Understood!" Dean Jiao stood up, "I'll go back and report to the factory leader, and start preparations at the same time."

. . .

After leaving the gate of the ministry and looking back at the majestic building, Dean Jiao murmured, "A barefoot doctor became the director in a blink of an eye?"

"Also, Mr. Zhang seems to value Li Donglai too much, doesn't he?"

"Forget it, that kid is lazy anyway, he only knows how to hide in the consulting room to see patients all day. It's better to give him a burden in advance, lest when I retire, the whole hospital can't find a suitable one." successor."

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Chapter 119 200 yuan

Li Donglai naturally knew nothing about the establishment of the medical department.

After helping the dean to review the charter, it was almost time to leave work.

Back in the internal medicine consulting room, seeing that there were no patients, he greeted Ding Qiunan, and wandered to the security department.

With Gu Shen's relationship, plus the security chief Zhou Dao's neither humble nor overbearing attitude at the "Men and Men" meeting.Let Li Donglai feel that this old guard can be a close friend.

"One two one, one two one, stand still! Beep beep!"

Zhou Dao was training the security officers. When he saw Li Donglai, he handed over the whistle to the bald old Wang.

"Brother Donglai, are you off work?"

Greeting enthusiastically, let Li Donglai into the office.

Li Donglai took out the big front door and lit one each.

Amidst the smog, Li Donglai expressed his thoughts: "Brother Zhou, I want to change houses, do you know where to go?"

"What? Change the house?" Zhou Dao opened his mouth wide, the cigarette almost fell off, and he hurriedly inserted it back into his mouth.

"Hiss... damn it!"

The cigarette butt was inserted backwards, but fortunately Zhou Dao reacted quickly enough so that his lips did not get blistered.

Smiling awkwardly, after lighting a cigarette again, Zhou Dao took a puff and narrowed his eyes.

"The house in our rolling mill can hardly be replaced, you don't know? I didn't believe it when Gu Shen said that you came from the countryside, but now it seems..."

Yep, despised.

Li Donglai smiled shyly: "Then, Brother Zhou, please explain to me."

Zhou Dao's face became serious: "First of all, you have to understand that the house is not yours, but the rolling mill rented it for you..."

After some explanation, Li Donglai understood.

It turns out that in this era, there is no distinction between houses!

After liberation, all industries were waiting for prosperity, in order to accommodate workers from all over the country.

The state has purchased a large number of houses and distributed them to workers as rented houses.

As the name suggests, a rented house is a rented house.

The rent is paid by the factory, and the workers only have the right of residence, not ownership.

In order to prevent people from using power for personal gain and picking the fat and the weak, once the rented house is allocated, it cannot be replaced unless there are special circumstances.

Under the regulations of relevant departments, Li Donglai had no choice but to put away his little thoughts about changing houses.

Ask the deaf old lady for details instead.

Li Donglai was very curious about this old lady who squinted her eyes and pretended to be deaf all day long.

She often sat at the door and said to others, "Old Ge climbed the snow-capped mountains and grasslands in the shoes she made, and Xin Ge wore the shoes she made to fight Japanese pirates."

This sentence is very problematic.

Li Donglai had heard from other residents that she was a native of the capital and had never left the capital in her life.

Most of Lao Ge's activities are in the south.

Xinge's activities are all in remote rural mountainous areas.

How can she make shoes?

Even if you made shoes, there was no Shunfeng Express in that era, how could the shoes be delivered to the soldiers?

Also, as a person from the old world, the deaf old lady can't cook or wash clothes.

Sometimes it's Sha Zhu, sometimes it's Da Ma, who helps her with housework.

In the old world, how did this kind of woman survive?

There is a cloud of fog hidden in the deaf old lady's body.

Although Li Donglai was curious before, he didn't ask around.

Now considering that Ding Qiunan is going to live in a courtyard house, it is natural to find out the details.

Hearing Li Donglai's question, Section Chief Zhou Dao stood up and looked outside the door, closed the door, and then whispered: "I'm not very clear about the identity of the deaf old lady.

However, I have seen this person's record in an incomplete file.

She herself is a survivor of the previous dynasty, and the whole courtyard house belongs to her family.

The old lady had a vicious vision, and later gave away part of the house in the courtyard, and handed over part to the state as a rented house. "

Li Donglai was dumbfounded.

No wonder the residents of the compound respect the deaf old lady so much. It turns out that the compound is her ancestral home.

However, the deaf old lady was able to make the most favorable choice at the critical moment, her vision is really vicious.

In contrast, Lou Bancheng looked much stupider.

I still think about the annual dividends of the rolling mill.

It really fell into the eyes of money.

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