The Barefoot Doctor of the Siheyuan

Under the guidance of the bald old king, Li Donglai walked to the depths of the courtyard.

The conditions here are obviously not as good as the courtyard houses, the dirt floor is bumpy, and the houses are crooked.

There are no flower beds in the yard but several vegetable beds instead.

There are lettuce and vegetables in the vegetable garden, and several cucumbers climbed to the big tree next to them, scattered small white flowers fluttering in the wind.

Thick foliage blocks the sun and creates a large shade.

There is a stone table on the shady ground, the stone table is an old milling plate, and there are two old small stone rollers, which are now used as stone benches.

Several gray-haired old men sat on stone benches with enamel jars and chatted.

Seeing Li Donglai, they all looked in surprise.

"Baldhead, who is this?"

"Five Lord's friend."

Faced with this kind of surprise, Li Donglai responded with a kind smile.

These people are probably Wang Wuye's old brothers before liberation.

Soon, the two came to a small bungalow.

The house is the same as the houses of other residents, and the walls are engraved with tears of the years.

It's just that the dilapidated door panels are painted with vermilion.

The bald old king knocked lightly on the door, and a vicissitudes voice came from inside the door: "Who is it?"

"I brought a guest, Dr. Li from the rolling mill."

The door opened slowly, Wang Wuye looked Li Donglai up and down, his expression seemed surprised and joyful.

He nodded at the bald old king: "Go and do your work."

Then, let Li Donglai into the house.

There are three rooms in the house. In the main hall, there is a table with an invisible color, a few stools, and a slightly worn-out wicker chair.

Li Donglai was somewhat puzzled.

It stands to reason that Wang Wuye was considered a powerful figure before liberation, and he had accumulated a lot of property.

Life shouldn't be this hard.

The door was closed, and the sunlight poured in through the two small windows, but it still couldn't dispel the darkness in the house.

Wang Wuye didn't turn on the light, he took out two teacups from the cabinet, poured boiling water on them, and placed them in front of Li Donglai.

"Clap."

"hiss--"

The pipe pot was slowly lit with a match.

Wang Wuye bit the pipe with his mouth and took a light puff.

Accompanied by the burning of the fire, wisps of light blue mist hovered and slowly rose.

He squinted his eyes and leaned on the chair, turned to look at Li Donglai: "How about it, do you want to have a bite?"

"...I have." Li Donglai took out a pack of big front doors from his trouser pocket, took out one of them, and stuffed it into his mouth.

When he was in Qinjiagou, he tasted the village chief's smoke, and it was very strong.

Swallowing it into the stomach made people dizzy.

While smoking a cigarette, Li Donglai told the story of planning to renovate the house.

Wang Wuye nodded: "It's a trivial matter. I have an old friend, his surname is Lei. It is said that my ancestors specially built the palace, and now he works as a carpenter in a furniture factory."

thunder?The previous dynasty built a palace?

Isn't that style thunder?

Style Lei is a miracle in the history of Chinese architecture.

For more than 200 years in the previous dynasty, almost all important palace buildings and royal projects in the Qing Dynasty, such as palaces, imperial mausoleums, and imperial gardens, came from the Lei family

Li Donglai came alive.

In his previous life, he often took his little sister to the palace to play, and he admired the buildings inside.

It would be great to have such a master to help renovate the house.

He was about to express his thanks when Wang Wuye stood up and said, "I also have something to ask you."

Li Donglai put down the enamel jar: "Say it."

Wang Wuye: "I heard from that kid Gu Shen that you have good medical skills, especially good at using earth prescriptions."

Li Donglai nodded: "I am a barefoot doctor."

Wang Wuye: "That's just right, I have some patients here, and I need your help to take a look."

As he spoke, he opened the door and walked out.

. . .

Twenty minutes later, there was a long queue in front of the stone table under the loofah shelf, including old people, young people, and children.

Li Donglai started the barefoot doctor system.

Patient Zhang Daliang.

Cause Keshan disease.

Diagnosis and treatment plan: *** [effect has been strengthened]

Bonus Points: 1 point

Current points: 540 points.

. . .

Two hours later, all 23 patients saw it again.

The bald old Wang, who had been waiting by the side, took the medicine order and prepared to go to the Chinese medicine shop to get the medicine.

Just looking at it, the corner of his mouth twitched.

Rice field eel, crucian carp, half a fat chicken, onion soaked in vinegar, celery bitter gourd juice, cucumber and vine boiled water to drink, some fresh wild tobacco leaves.

. . .

Is this medicine?

The bald old Wang stared blankly at Li Donglai: "Doctor Li, this, this..."

Li Donglai moved his fingers, and feeling the pulse was also a laborious task. When he heard the question, he smiled and explained: "The first three items are what I ordered for lunch."

"It's already noon, can't you let me go home for dinner?"

The bald king:. ． ． ．

Next to him, Wang Wuye was smoking a pipe and pot, and couldn't help inhaling a puff of cigarettes into his stomach, which made him flushed with coughing.

. . .

After eating, on the way back, the smile on Li Donglai's face receded.

While seeing a doctor in the courtyard, he discovered a strange thing.

That is, the illnesses of young people and children are generally minor ailments, such as colds and runny noses, which can be cured without treatment, and they can be cured by drinking at most two bowls of plain water.

Elderly people are generally more seriously ill, and many of them are chronic diseases.

In this case, the best course of action is to send them to the hospital for treatment.

Although there is a shortage of medicines in the hospital, they are not stingy with these critically ill patients.

Why didn't Wang Wuye do that?

Li Donglai thought about it for a while, but he didn't understand it, so he stopped thinking about it.

He's just a barefoot doctor, that's not what he does.

Anyway, he earned 23 points for nothing.

. . .

The matter of renovating the house has been finalized, and the next step is to visit the old man's house.

The Chinese cabbage that has been raised for so many years will be crushed by pigs, and the vegetable farmers must feel uncomfortable.

No matter what era it is, when a boy comes to the door for the first time, he must bring more gifts and say more good things.

Of course, supplies are scarce now.

The gifts that most people bring are cigarettes, wine, big carp, and it is best to add two catties of fat.

The tickets needed for these materials are issued by the factory.

Every young man who gets married, as long as he reports in advance and gets approval, he can get the corresponding ticket from the Material Section of the Logistics Department.

. . .

Chapter 122 Firecrackers

When I got home, the fish stewed by Bald Pharaoh was a bit salty, and my mouth was dry.

Li Donglai picked up the enamel mug and drank the herbal tea that had been brewed in one gulp.

"Elbow, go shopping with my brother!"

There is no economic market these days, so there are no stalls on both sides of the street.

Almost all daily necessities have to be bought at the supply and marketing cooperatives.

Of course, the gift I bought this time is more expensive, so I will go to a large supply and marketing cooperative - a department store.

The brother and sister rode their bicycles and headed straight to Beixinqiao Department Store.

Along the way, Li Xiaomei sat in the back seat and chatted.