The Barefoot Doctor of the Siheyuan

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Yi Zhonghai hurriedly stepped forward to relieve the siege: "Senior Zhou, that's a matter of the courtyard house. I will criticize them when I go back. Let's hurry up and find the murderer who hurt Comrade He Yuzhu."

"I will naturally investigate this." Section Chief Zhou looked at him coldly. "However, your courtyard has always been troublesome, and the comrades from the street police station have informed us several times."

"I hope you, the uncle, will pay attention to the way you work in the future."

After that, Section Chief Zhou left the operating room with the two security officers.

They are not interested in the matter of the Siheyuan Feiying Gou Gou.

Dean Jiao remembered that Li Donglai's gastric lavage technique was used, and Sha Zhu, Yi Zhonghai and Deputy Director Yang were driven out of the operating room.

He walked up to Li Donglai and said with a smile, "Comrade Donglai, can the gastric lavage method you just used be widely practiced in the hospital?"

Li Donglai thought about it for a while and nodded: "Yes, yes, but some equipment needs to be specially customized, otherwise, it is easy to cause harm to the patient during the gastric lavage process."

The gastric lavage method given by the system is similar to that of later generations, but not all doctors have systematic blessings.

"I'll talk about this later. You can write a paper first. Now the Chinese Medical Journal is soliciting new medical methods. I think your gastric lavage is quite suitable." Dean Jiao was overjoyed. Mouth, even the dialect speaks out.

"Chinese Medical Journal?" Li Donglai is only a barefoot doctor. Although he has studied a lot of modern medicine after entering the rolling mill, he really doesn't know much about this journal.

Ding Qiunan came over with admiration in his dark eyes: "The Chinese Medical Journal is the earliest medical journal in China and the most authoritative medical journal. It was founded in 1915 and is a bilingual journal in both Chinese and English, which simultaneously targets overseas medical work. issued by the author.”

As a doctor, Ding Qiunan's biggest dream is to publish a paper in the Chinese Medical Journal.

No, it should be said that there is a signed paper on it.

Even if it is the second author, the third author.

. . .

Hi, I really didn't expect that in this era in the field of medicine, communication with foreign countries is still maintained.

Li Donglai also cheered up, "Okay, after I go back, I will sort out the operation process and form a written text."

He thought for a while, and then asked, "Do I need to write this paper in both Chinese and English?"

Dean Jiao's eyes widened at Li Donglai's words, "Do you speak English?"

Li Donglai smiled lightly: "I'm a barefoot doctor, and I rely on my own research to study medicine. By chance, I got a medical book in a foreign language. I know a little bit."

Although I don't want to admit it, I have to be frank. The West is at the forefront of modern medicine.

Most professional books in medical schools are original books in English.

As a veterinarian, Li Donglai's English level has reached the eighth level.

"It's best to be able to write papers in English, so as to prevent translation comrades from the magazine from making mistakes in the process of translating papers." Dean Jiao was even more excited. If the papers were published successfully, it would be his credit.

Of course, more importantly, Dean Jiao vaguely felt that this type of gastric lavage would be of great use in the future.

He learned through internal reference that foreign farmers have been using pesticides in large quantities.

Pesticides are highly toxic, and this type of gastric lavage would be the best treatment if ingested by mistake.

Dean Jiao glanced at Ding Qiunan and explained, "Considering that Comrade Li Donglai is going to write a thesis, Comrade Li Donglai doesn't need to see a doctor for a while. Doctor Ding, you should take up this burden."

Ding Qiunan naturally agreed, my man is about to take off! !

. . .

What Li Donglai didn't expect was that the writing of the thesis was regarded as a key project of the hospital of the Red Star Rolling Mill by President Jiao.

Dean Jiao applied for a large amount of funding to the rolling mill.

Director Li of the rolling mill looked at the application submitted by Director Jiao, and the folds on his face were flattened.

Although he couldn't understand gastric lavage, he thought it was a good technique for curing diseases and saving lives.

Director Li didn't say a word, just signed the application form and kept the name Li Donglai in his heart.

It has to be said that the work efficiency of the staff in this era is still very high.

Before leaving get off work at noon, Li Donglai received a notice from the logistics office to ask him to collect the project funds.

When he came to the Finance Section of the Logistics Office, Li Donglai reported his name, and two big unity were thrown out of the small window.

A full 20 yuan!

Li Donglai felt that he had made a fortune.

He signed the receipt, returned to the office, and paid back the dollar he borrowed from the master last time.

Then, ride a bicycle to the Xue Ru tailor shop.

Ding Xueru was very impressed by this man who likes to waste money.

"Comrade, how many hats do you want this time?"

"Twenty more!"

Chen Xueru's eyes widened, she was just joking.

But when she saw the eight dollars that Li Donglai handed over, those big watery eyes suddenly narrowed.

The fair-skinned jade patted the bulging bag, "Don't worry, you can come and pick it up when you get off work."

Li Donglai stared into her eyes: "Comrade Chen, the price you sold me for these hats is 2 yuan each."

two bucks? ?

Chen Xueru rolled her eyes and understood Li Donglai's intention, "Don't worry, you think, so many fabrics, plus my exquisite craftsmanship, each is two yuan."

After she finished speaking, she whispered, "Even if a comrade from the street office comes to ask, it will cost two yuan each!"

Li Donglai nodded, he was not afraid that Chen Xueru would not cooperate.

After getting on this pirate ship, it is not so easy to get off the ship again.

. . .

Chen Xueru looked at Li Donglai's disappearing back on a bicycle, clutching his chest.

This man, the expression just now, really wants to eat people.

Of course, if it can be eaten by him, I, Chen Xueru, don't mind either.

Chapter 51 Silly Column's Meat

Li Donglai returned to the rolling mill hospital, and just as he was about to enter the internal medicine clinic, he was stopped by the little nurse Liu Fang.

"Dean Jiao said that you might be disturbed in the consultation room. He found a good place for you. Come with me."

Liu Fang walked in front, and Li Donglai followed behind.

Going down to the second floor and reaching the first floor, the two came to a wooden door mottled with red lacquer, and Liu Fang took out the iron key and stabbed the door to lock.

As the wooden door slowly opened, Li Donglai saw that there were stairs leading to the bottom.

The darkness below engulfed the sunlight streaming in through the window.There was also a gust of wind blowing from inside.

basement?

"The following is the morgue of our hospital." Liu Fang's eyes were fixed on Li Donglai's cheeks.

It's a pity that she didn't see any panic on Li Donglai's face.

What a disappointment.

Last year, she brought a doctor intern to clean up the mortuary. The doctor was standing in Li Donglai's position and collapsed on the ground.

This joke made the nurses eat cornstarch porridge for half a year.

Li Donglai's calmness made Liu Fang lose interest in teasing him.

She went on to say: "Since our hospital was built, the mortuary hasn't been opened yet, don't worry."

Li Donglai is of course relieved.

In this day and age, even telling ghost stories is considered propaganda for feudal fanatics!

Dare to show up?

For things like ghosts and gods, Li Donglai has always adhered to the idealist view - if I don't believe it, it does not exist.

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The two walked along the dark stairs to the basement.

Liu Fang pulled the light cord, and the incandescent light bulbs on the roof flickered.

Li Donglai turned around in the space and nodded with satisfaction.

It was a really nice place, with tables, chairs, and two beds covered with white cloth.

If you get tired of writing your paper, you can lie down in bed for a while.

The most important thing is that it is really cool here, like an air conditioner.

Liu Fang saw that she could not scare Li Donglai, and lost her interest. She handed the key to Li Donglai and left in a hurry.

Li Donglai returned to the internal medicine consultation room, took a paper and a pen, told Ding Qiunan, and returned to the morgue.

He closed the door and began to immerse himself in writing the thesis.

The technical steps of gastric lavage are not complicated, but there are many details.

And there are strict requirements on the proportion of cleaning agents.

This technology may be used in hospitals across the country, and it should not be sloppy.

Li Donglai tried his best to recall the memories of his previous life, and with his own understanding, he wrote the thesis bit by bit.

. . .

At the same time, in the office of Deputy Director Li.

Silly Zhu and Yi Zhonghai also waited for the investigation results of the Security Section.

The corner of Zhou Dao's mouth trembled: "Because the incident happened during work hours, there were no witnesses."

"The only evidence found at the crime scene was the sack that fell into the cesspool."

"After salvaging and cleaning, we found that the sack was the one used by the workshop for fasteners.