The Barefoot Doctor of the Siheyuan

The chopsticks were knocked off by Yan Bugui.

"Eat so many peanuts, what should I do if I'm thirsty in the morning?" Yan Bugui said distressedly.

Yan Jiefang pouted, stingy.

But he has no choice, he still needs Yan Bugui to help him pay for the wedding.

Recently, he is pursuing a girl named Yu Li.

Yu Li has a good background and bright dishes. The only drawback is that she does not have a formal job.

In my spare time, I can only work as a temporary worker in a movie theater selling tickets.

This made Yan Bugui very dissatisfied.

At this time, Yan Xiecheng, who had just entered junior high school, said, "Dad, when can we buy a bicycle. My classmate Erpang's family just bought one, but he's so excited."

Yan Bugui swallowed a mouthful of porridge: "What's the air? A bicycle costs 180 yuan, and you need a bicycle ticket. If you replace it with stick noodles, it will be enough for our family to eat for several years."

Hearing the bicycle, Yan Jiefang also became interested.

With a bicycle, he can get on the car and go to the park with Yu Li on a date.

"Dad, have you ever thought that bicycles can make money?"

"Earn money?" Mention this, Yan Bu Guike came to the spirit.

He put down his chopsticks and stared at Yan Xiekuang with wide eyes.

Yan Jiekuang pointed to the waste paper, wine bottles, and cans piled in the corner, and said, "You think, with a bicycle, you will have two more legs. You can also pick up more and more waste. "

"Also, you sell waste products at state-run stores, right?"

"I've heard that there are such black purchases in the suburbs. The price of paper is 1 cent more than the state-run one."

"One more penny!" Yan Bugui's eyes lit up.

Small abacus in mind.Da da da da start to toggle.

A pound, a cent.Ten pounds a hair.One hundred pounds.A thousand pounds and ten yuan.

Every year, you can earn dozens of dollars more just by selling more scraps.

This bike seems to be a must buy!

As soon as Yan Bugui made up his mind, Li Donglai came in.

He looked at the children and said, "You eat first, I'll talk to Donglai about something, and you're not allowed to hand in peanuts!"

Yan Jiekuang, Yan Jiecheng, Yan Jiefang, and Yan Jiedi turned their heads and looked at Li Donglai with admiration.

When I was young, I was a doctor in a rolling mill, 48 yuan per month.

Now there is such a big business as the tutoring department.

Although even Yan Bugui doesn't know how much money the tutoring department can make for a student.

But for 1 students, even if each earns 20 cents, it is [-] yuan.

That's a lot of money.

No effort needed yet.

envy it!

Yan Bugui let Li Donglai into the back room, and then took out a roll of banknotes from under the jar very distressed: "Donglai, another 26 parents have paid for tea, here is 52 yuan."

Li Donglai took it into his arms and asked, "How many students are there in the tutoring class now?"

"211 registered and 182 paid."

"Stop recruiting students."

"What? No more?" Yan Bugui's eyes widened. In his opinion, this was a profitable business.

. . .

Chapter 86 Paper Publishing

"If you recruit more people, someone will be jealous."

"I am the third master of the Siheyuan, who dares to be jealous!"

"Those people in the compound."

"Uh...that's fine."

. . .

After Yan Bugui was sent away, Li Donglai came to the rolling mill hospital with a medical kit on his back.

There is an enamel jar on the table as usual, and the jar is not the chrysanthemum tea of ​​the past.

But wolfberry.

The sunlight outside the window fell on the red tea water, reflecting on Li Donglai's face, making his bronzed cheeks a little red.

It's good to have a doctor's wife!

Before the married life began, it was already tonic.

Take a sip, um, it's really sweet, with honey in it.

Looking at Ding Qiunan again, there was a journal in front of him, but his eyes kept peeking here.

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Eye contact, she was like a frightened bunny.Hastily lowered his head.

At this time, the little nurse Liu Fang pushed the door and came in, and suddenly felt the strong smell of dog food in the air.

She pursed her lips and snickered, and walked quickly to Li Donglai.

"Dr. Li, this is the latest issue of the Chinese Medical Journal."

"Your paper is published!"

Her dark eyes were full of admiration, and she kept sighing that Ding Qiunan's eyesight was good.

A barefoot doctor, soon after he became a full-time doctor, published a paper in such an important journal.

The future is bright!

Ding Qiunan has been paying attention to what's going on here, and when she sees the magazine, she can't be shy anymore.

Run like a rabbit.

"Really, let me see."

The medical journals of this era were rather rudimentary, with no covers, printed pages, directly stapled together.

The first page is the table of contents. Ding Qiunan's fair fingers followed the index and quickly turned to "Intubation Gastric Lavage".

"Intubation Gastric Lavage", the first author is Li Donglai, the second author is Dean Jiao, and the third author is Ding Qiunan. Unit: Wuxing Steel Mill Hospital.

Third author!

Ding Qiunan touched the printed name, and his breathing suddenly became rapid.

She felt her heart beating very violently, as if it might pop out of her chest at any time.

She felt that her heart was full of sweetness.

After chatting with her mother last night, she was still thinking about what gift Li Donglai should give.

When colleagues in the hospital get married, it is necessary to turn 72 times three times.

When Nurse Zhang from surgery got married, the man was in the compound.

There is a sofa in the living room, the one with springs.

Colleagues took turns to sit on it, their buttocks were soft, as if someone was holding them underneath.

so comfortable.

At that time, Ding Qiunan was thinking that when she gets married, she must buy one too.

Later, while chatting, I learned that the sofa was produced by the Modu Furniture Factory, and it was not sold on the market.

. . .

Of course, Ding Qiunan doesn't value material things, she is drawing Li Donglai.

Buying dowry is just to silence relatives and friends.

Li Donglai's family is poor, and she can even subsidize some.

As the attending doctor, Ding Qiunan's salary is 102 yuan per month, and he has saved a lot of money over the years.

Just hesitating how to tell Li Dong.

. . .

Now seeing this paper, Ding Qiunan is suddenly enlightened.

What's better than having your name signed on a paper?

You know, at this time, there are no more than five professional medical papers in China.

There is only one bilingual journal published simultaneously at home and abroad.

Her name will be seen by medical workers all over the world along with the paper. What an honor!

. . .

At this time, the doctors and nurses who came to hear the news also rushed into the internal medicine clinic.

Circulate the "Chinese Medical Journal" to each other.

"Dr. Li is really amazing that the paper can be published in such an authoritative journal."

"Now, our rolling mill hospital is also famous."

"I think it won't be long before Dr. Li's level will be mentioned."

"The position of the director of internal medicine in our hospital has been vacant for a long time."