The Barefoot Doctor of the Siheyuan

"Li Donglai, the east from the east, the east from the east." Li Donglai smiled heartily.

This guy is really interesting.

Ran Qiuye wanted to say a few more words, but was pulled away by Li Xiaomei, "Teacher, hurry up, class is about to begin."

Li Donglai: . ． ．

Li Donglai, who was stabbed by the little sister without hesitation, was still a little worried.

He leaned over to the window and looked into the classroom.

The small classroom was crowded with small heads, and Li Xiaomei was standing on the podium to give an introduction.

The blackboard is mixed with cement and lamphouse oil and painted on the wall.

The classroom is covered with blue bricks, and the table is a crooked long wooden table.

The chairs of the students are also varied, including chairs and stools.

In the back row, there was also a schoolboy with a runny nose squatting on a rock.

. . .

Li Donglai slapped his head suddenly, sorry, he forgot to bring a chair for the little sister.

Forget it, let her stand for a day today!

. . .

Tuanjiehu Hospital, Department of Cardiology.

Professor Du Zhongkui looked at the report and frowned, "Xiao Shen, you said just now that the young man just looked at you and saw that you had a stroke?"

Gu Shen scratched the back of his head: "Uncle Du, it seems that I'm really sick, is it more important?"

In the pigeon market, Gu Shen was frightened by the rambling doctor.

He is not afraid of death.

Born in Gu's family, Gu Shen was ready to die for the country.

However, he is now just a small food station owner.

Even if the illness breaks out at work, the obituary will only say:

Comrade Gu Shen died in the line of duty on the way to buy big fat pigs for the country.

This is so humiliating.

Gu Zheng will definitely laugh at me.

. . .

Chapter 18 Believe in Science

Professor Du Zhongkui looked at Gu Shen twice, then the inspection report, and then looked at Gu Shen twice.

He really couldn't understand that there are people in this world who can see whether a person has a sign of a stroke by appearance.

In fact, Gu Shen's condition is quite mild and is likely to be cured without treatment.

That is, Tuanjiehu Hospital.There is the only transcranial Doppler ultrasound in the country that can accurately detect that he is indeed sick.

"Uncle Du, don't stop talking, I feel panicked." Gu Shen was stared a little hairy.

Professor Du Zhongkui retracted his gaze and sighed, "The doctor is right, you do have a stroke, which is very mild.

It's mild enough to get better as long as you get rid of bad habits and exercise regularly. "

Professor Du Zhongkui's diagnosis gave Gu Shen a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the ten dollars for the diagnosis was not unjustly spent.

Otherwise, after being found out by Gu Zheng, he should laugh at me for being deceived.

"You said just now that the doctor still prescribed the prescription?" Professor Du Zhongkui asked eagerly.

"Guizhi, Duhuo, liquor, eggs..." Gu Shen raised his eyelids and memorized the prescription prescribed by Li Donglai.

Every time he uttered the name of a medicinal herb, Professor Du Zhongkui's mouth would grow a bit. When he heard 'baijiu', Professor Du Zhongkui's mouth was already stuffed with a goose egg.

"What a joke, how can this kind of folk remedies cure a disease! Xiao Shen, let Uncle give you some medicine... hey... don't go!"

Before Professor Du Zhongkui finished speaking, he saw that Gu Shen had slipped to the door, and a sentence came from the warm sunshine: "Uncle Du, I'll go home and scramble eggs and drink the old man's Maotai, goodbye!"

Professor Du Zhongkui: . ． ． ．

He had already determined that Gu Shen had encountered a big flicker.

He let out a long sigh and said, 'Alas, Lao Gu's second son is fine, he's just like the son before liberation. '

Well, anyway, scrambled eggs and liquor won't kill anyone, let him do it.

. . .

Li Donglai, whom Professor Du Zhongkui called a big fool, was fooling an uncle worker in his 40s in the internal medicine consulting room.

"Comrade, you see that you have such a big scabies on your arm. If it continues to develop, it will be incredible."

"Doctor Li, please help me treat it quickly."

"Don't worry, as long as you listen to me and follow my prescription, the scabies will disappear within a week."

"Doctor, what prescription, please speak up."

"You catch three live scorpions, then dry them, grind them into powder, and fry them in soybean oil three times a day, one spoonful each time."

The uncle worker's eyes widened a little.

He looked at Li Donglai in disbelief, stood up abruptly, and ran to Ding Qiunan's desk: "Doctor girl, please prescribe some medicine for me."

Li Donglai: . . . .

Ding, the patient did not accept the prescription, and the points are -1.

I am Nima!

Ding Qiunan opened a bottle of penicillin ointment and several oral anti-inflammatory drugs for the uncle of the worker.

After the uncle of the worker left, she leaned over to Li Donglai's desk.

Li Donglai met those gentle eyes and put down the pen embarrassedly, "Master, I..."

Ding Qiunan smiled wryly, this handsome young man was unreliable in what he did.

If it was another doctor, according to Ding Qiunan's temper, he would have already reported it to Dean Jiao.

However, he is Li Donglai, how can he be willing!

Cough, I seem to be greedy for his body.

Ding Qiunan said softly, "Donglai, you are now a regular doctor at the rolling mill hospital, no longer the barefoot doctor you used to be,"

"Don't use the old recipes anymore. If there is a problem with the patient, no one can take the responsibility."

"You should believe in science."

Li Donglai nodded like a chicken pecking rice, "Yes, I believe in science."

In the follow-up visit to Zhen, Li Donglai wisely did not use the barefoot doctor system.

The vast majority of workers in rolling mills are literate.

Most of the workers have attended primary school, and even half of the workers who have not attended school have also attended street literacy classes.

They do not believe that eating raw pheasant necks can cure purulent dermatitis.

Li Donglai couldn't blame them yet, because he wouldn't believe it if it was him.

Only the prescriptions provided by the barefoot doctor system are so bizarre.

Looking at the still 526 points, Li Donglai fell into melancholy.

In what year and month will I be able to accumulate enough points to return to the future.

Or, go to the pigeon market to make a wave?

No, no.

The early morning trip to the pigeon market gave Li Donglai a clearer understanding of the world.

The general's woolen coat was second, but the middle-aged man behind him vaguely revealed a little murderous aura.

That guy, before liberation, must have been a ruthless character.

Although it is a new world now and everything is different, people are still old people.

Just be careful.

Li Donglai was thinking about the future when a clear voice sounded at the door: "Hello, Dr. Ding, Dr. Li, do you know?"

Looking up, Liu Fang's small head was poked into the door, and the word 'eat melon' was written on her chubby little round face.

"Do you know what happened to the child that was delivered yesterday when it was sent to Chaoyang Hospital?"

Li Donglai and Ding Qiunan looked at each other and didn't answer her.

"I heard from my second aunt's uncle, that child is disabled!" Seeing that no one was talking to Liu Fang, she stopped showing off.

"Crippled?" Li Donglai was surprised.

"Probably not. Dr. Liu from Chaoyang Hospital is a famous sword in our capital. If he makes a move, how could he not be able to keep it?" Ding Qiunan frowned.

Although she was far away at the time, she could clearly see the injury on the child's foot.

Although the nail has penetrated deep into the bone, it is not completely without the possibility of healing.

Seeing that her words caught the attention of the two doctors, Liu Fang became even more excited. She slipped into the internal medicine consultation room and closed the door.

Then he came to the two of them and whispered, "If Dr. Liu takes action, it will not be a big problem.

But the old lady of that family was a wicked person, and she scratched Dr. Liu's face whenever she disagreed. "

"This..." Li Donglai was so shocked that his mouth could not be closed.

"Scratching? Why?" Ding Qiunan likes to gossip. She whispered, "That old lady seems to be the mother of Jia Xudong, a fitter in a workshop. Jia Xudong is quite an honest child, how can she have such a powerful mother."