The Barefoot Doctor of the Siheyuan

"However, this is not a trivial matter, and we have to sum it up carefully."

. . .

In the mortuary of the rolling mill hospital, a doctor and a general came together for the same goal.

Li Donglai is responsible for providing a batch of old military hats.

Gu Shen used the relationship of the fifth master of the pigeon market to sell old military hats, and was responsible for providing the cloth needed to make old military hats.

The property obtained is divided equally.

"Done!" Gu Shen grabbed Li Donglai's hand abruptly.

As long as the old military hats can be sold smoothly, the food station will have money to collect pigs.

At that time, the ministries will wear big red flowers at the award ceremony of the ministries.

The old man might say something, Gu Shen is not bad.

Thinking of this, Gu Shen couldn't wait.

"Brother Donglai, I'll arrange it now."

He left a sentence and was about to rush out of the morgue.

"Wait, there are some things to explain." Li Donglai grabbed Gu Shen and told him the details to be noticed.

For example, the old military hats should not be traded by their own hands, but must be traded by people who are absolutely reliable.

Hearing Gu Shen nodded frequently.

"Don't worry, Brother Donglai, I know what's at stake!"

"I'll get the army green cloth as soon as possible."

. . .

After Gu Shen left, Li Donglai sat back in his seat and wrote the thesis.

One morning passed just like that.

At noon, the work bell rang.

The doctors and nurses put down their work and ran to the cafeteria with their lunch boxes.

Nurse Liu Fang wanted to call Ding Qiunan to have dinner together, but pushed open the door of the internal medicine clinic. There was no one in the room.

She murmured, "What a guy who forgets his friends."

At this time, Ding Qiunan was carrying the net bag and pushed open the door of the mortuary.

Inside the mortuary, it was very quiet, except for the rustling sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper.

That stalwart back is standing in front of the desk, working hard.

Ding Qiunan couldn't bear to be disturbed, and stood quietly at the door.

She was afraid that once she entered, it would affect Li Donglai's work.

As a doctor, Ding Qiunan knows the medical value of 'intubation gastric lavage'.

It may change the embarrassing situation in which hospitals have no effective measures to deal with misused drugs.

She also knew the value of 'gastric lavage' to Li Donglai.

Once the paper is published, Li Donglai can gain a firm foothold in the rolling mill hospital with this honor.

This is very important for a barefoot doctor from the countryside.

Ding Qiunan was like this, quietly, quietly, waiting.

until.

Li Donglai finished a paragraph, put on the pen cap, and stretched.

back.

"How long have you been here?"

"It's not long, only for a short while." Ding Qiunan walked over with his sore ankles and put the lunch box on the table.

"Wow, it smells so good!"

Before the lunch box was opened, Li Donglai smelled the aroma of soy sauce.

"This is the fried sauce noodles I made at home. It should have been warmed up. The comrades in the kitchen are busy, so I don't have the embarrassment to disturb them." Ding Qiunan gently opened the lunch box.

In the lunch box, the noodles are fragrant and delicate, and at a glance, the bowl is red and clear, and the noodles are crisscrossed.

Next to the snow-white noodles, there are also two rubs of toon and cucumber.

The cucumber shreds are so thin that they can almost pass through the eye of a needle. It can be seen that the person cutting vegetables has a solid knife.

Li Donglai looked up at Ding Qiunan: "Is this really what you did?"

Ding Qiunan blushed, wanted to admit it, but was unwilling to admit it, wanted to lie, but couldn't lie. He twisted his hands together, and finally widened his eyes: "Are you going to eat? If you don't, I'll take it back."

"Eat, how can I not eat such delicious fried noodles!" Li Donglai snickered in his heart.

Ding Qiunan brought a stool, took out the chopsticks for Li Donglai, wiped it with a handkerchief, and carefully placed it next to the lunch box.

There is an old folk rule that when eating noodles, chopsticks cannot be directly inserted into the noodles.

After doing all this, she also opened her share and picked up the chopsticks.

He kept staring at Li Donglai.

Li Donglai smiled and said, "Why don't you eat?"

Ding Qiunan: "You eat first. I'll watch you eat."

Well, before they get married, they enjoy formal treatment.

Li Donglai picked up the chopsticks, picked up a noodle and slowly put it into his mouth.

Although the noodles were a little cold and sticky, they chewed, but their mouths were full of fragrance.

In this fragrance, there seems to be a bit of the unique taste of beef.

Is it beef fried noodles?

Li Donglai raised his head, puzzled.

Ding Qiunan snickered: "Last week, in my father's university, every professor was given a pound of meat tickets. We added a little money and replaced it with butter."

This mother-in-law can really give oil, can really handle.

Li Donglai buried his head and quickly finished the noodles.

At this time, Ding Qiunan had almost eaten.

Li Donglai was about to wipe his mouth with the scratch paper when a light blue handkerchief appeared in front of him, and the handkerchief was embroidered with plum blossoms.

"Use this."

"..."

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After work.

The setting sun shone all over the world, gilding the capital with pale golden brilliance.

Li Donglai was driving Ding Qiunan in this era that did not belong to him.

This time, he rode very steady and fast.

Ding Qiunan couldn't help grasping his clothes.

In the breeze, the mood is wonderful.

Looking at his back up close and feeling that he was close at hand, Ding Qiunan also had a special sense of security.

She was full of peace and sweetness.

Li Donglai didn't know anything about this, he only felt that Ding Qiunan's little hands were very hot.

Hot hands are often a sign of fire inside.

Well, I have to find a way to defeat Ding Qiunan.

. . .

Li Donglai rode a bicycle and came to the post and telecommunications office.

The paper has been written and he needs to mail it out.

Of course, the Chinese Medical Journal is located in the capital, not far from the rolling mill hospital.

However, the magazine only left a mailbox as a way to submit articles.

Alas, wasted 2 cents on stamps.

. . .

Chapter 78 Xu Da Mao's Action

People spend most of their lives in waiting.

After submitting the manuscript, you can only wait patiently.

Gu Shen has no news yet, so he also needs to wait patiently.

Li Donglai resumed his usual busyness. Together with Ding Qiunan, in the internal medicine consultation room, they used simple equipment and limited medicines to find ways to treat the workers.

In his spare time, he would also come to the nurse's station.

This is the information transfer station for the whole hospital and even the whole rolling mill.

From the appointment of the leaders of the factory, to the adjustment of personnel in the hospital, to the noon meal in the canteen of the rolling mill, you can get answers here.

In the past two days, the little nurses at the nurse station were very keen to discuss a topic.

[The hand-shaking cook in the cafeteria took a fancy to the daughter-in-law of a worker in the workshop. 】

"Hey, when I got off work yesterday, I went to the cafeteria door to stare. Guess what I found?"