The Barefoot Doctor of the Siheyuan

Li Donglai said while sucking porridge, "Then I will trouble my cousin."

After delivering the walnuts to the Jia family, Li Donglai stood under the big locust tree at the entrance of the courtyard and waited.

When he saw a young man in a brown-green padded jacket and dashing forward with his head lowered, he walked up and walked side by side.

"Yuzhu, go to work?"

"Qin Huairu's cousin?"

"My name is Li Donglai, let's go together."

Li Donglai and Shazhu walked side by side, chatting about their respective jobs, the young people were high-spirited and quickly compared.

Silly Zhu: "I am the descendant of Tan Jiacai, and I am an eighth-level chef."

Li Donglai: "I am a barefoot doctor, and I will treat people."

Silly Zhu: "The factory leader likes the dishes I make, and I can carry leftovers every day."

Li Donglai: "Master is very good to me, I can be a regular next month."

Silly Zhu: "I have cooked for the leaders of the ministries, and they all praised my skills."

Li Donglai: "I have delivered children to women, and they also praised my skills."

Silly column: . . . . .

"You're ruthless!" The lore fool stretched out his thumb.

Li Donglai is not bragging. In these days, there is a shortage of doctors and medicines in rural areas. Barefoot doctors are equivalent to all-round jobs in the medical profession. They can deliver children and treat diarrhea.

However, the scene of the delivery was not as good as imagined.

When they got to the rolling mill, the two were already familiar with each other.

Being able to make friends with a man who has delivered a child is also something to brag about.

"By the way, Yuzhu, there seem to be a lot of mice in our compound. My little sister was woken up by the mice in the middle of the night, can't you think of a way?" Li Donglai asked worriedly.

"Rats?" Silly Zhu stopped and smiled wryly: "You just moved in and didn't know the situation. Our courtyard house is the residence of a Tartar official. It has a history of more than 100 years. It has been in disrepair for a long time. There are rats inside and outside the walls. Hole."

"Liu Dazhi's house in the backyard, the husband and wife went to work and asked the old lady to take care of the child. The old lady was old and fell asleep in bed. When she woke up, she found that half of the child's ear had been bitten off."

"I felt the rat rampant, and the streets were also assigned the task of eliminating the four pests, and some rat poison was distributed. But there are too many children in the compound. If the child is greedy and eats rat poison, it will be troublesome. ."

"For this reason, the street office also issued an announcement that a mouse tail can be exchanged for 2 cents."

Li Donglai was surprised: "This is a good way to make money."

Silly Zhu shook his head: "Good way? The rats in our compound are very smart. Even if rat poison is mixed into the noodles, they can smell it."

Li Donglai: "The mousetrap doesn't work either?"

Silly Zhu stopped and raised his eyelids: "I haven't tried the mouse trap, but it's too expensive."

Li Donglai smiled and said: "Expensive? I can do it. I used to go up the mountain to hunt wolves, and I used to be a trap for catching wolves."

"The wolf trap? That's a good idea." Du Zhu frowned, thinking about making money.

A mouse tail is 2 cents, ten is 2 yuan, and a hundred is 20 yuan.

There are at least hundreds of rats in the courtyard, and they have made a fortune now.

only. ． ． ．

Silly Zhu leaned over to Li Donglai and whispered, "Brother Donglai, can you make me some wolf traps?"

"Yes, yes, but I don't have the materials." Li Donglai shook his head.

"The materials are easy to handle. I'm the chef of our rolling mill. Which workshop dares not give face." Silly Zhu looked proud, "Tell me what materials you need, and I promise to get them together for you today."

Li Donglai smiled lightly and did not speak.

"I understand, don't worry, brother Donglai, when we catch the mouse, we will split the bill between [-] and [-], and I will give you [-]." Du Zhu suddenly realized, but he did not expect that this rural guy has big eyebrows and big eyes, and there are a lot of flowers and intestines.

Li Donglai made a gun gesture: "Four or six, I will give you six and four."

"Deal!" Silly Zhu was very happy.

Anyway, the materials don't need money, and you don't need to contribute yourself, this money is considered a waste.

Besides, it's not up to you to decide how many mice you catch.

. . .

Chapter 9 Body Type

"Donglai, come and take a look. This aunt is afraid of cold, has a fever, sore throat, and thirst. What kind of disease is this?"

"This is a symptom of wind and fire in Shangjiao, and it is a cold. Yinqiao Jiedu Tablet is three times a day, three each time."

"Donglai, this uncle has a scrofula on his neck, what medicine should I use?"

"You can eat Zijin Ingot or Xihuang Pill."

"Donglai, this worker's eldest brother has metastatic pain in his stomach, what should I do?"

"Suspected acute appendicitis, immediately sent to Chaoyang Hospital."

Ding Qiunan: . ． ．

Worker brother: . . .

In the hospital of the rolling mill, in the outpatient department of internal medicine, Ding Qiunan taught Li Donglai while diagnosing and treating patients.

What surprised her was that the barefoot doctor seemed to have a clear understanding of the modern medical system.

Two hours later, the long queue at the door disappeared, and Ding Qiunan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She turned her head and looked at Li Donglai who was seriously writing the case: "Donglai, who else is in your family?"

"My parents died early, and my sister and I are left to depend on each other." Li Dong didn't look up.

This condition is not bad. Although there is one more sister, the salary of two doctors should be enough to support the family.

The more Ding Qiunan looked at this apprentice, the more pleasing to the eye, her shy expression fell into the head nurse Zhang Dahua's eyes.

Dr. Ding came to the rolling mill hospital in the past few years, and there have been many suitors.

Even Director Yang's nephew often came to the internal medicine clinic for a while, suffering from stomach pain or toothache.

Everyone knew that he was interested in Dr. Ding.

Dr. Ding despised him, and after getting impatient, he took out a syringe and injected a needle into his buttocks.

Since then, the nephew of the top leader of the rolling mill has never appeared in the hospital again, and even avoided Ding Qiunan when he walked.

When the young guys in the factory learned about this, they all disappeared without a trace.

Now Doctor Ding seems to be interested in this new doctor. As the head nurse, Zhang Dahua feels obliged to help this little girl who doesn't understand the affairs of men and women.

In the women's toilet, Zhang Dahua approached Ding Qiunan at a convenient opportunity.

"Dr. Ding, I think Donglai is a good guy. You have to take good care of it."

"Not bad? I think it's just average." Ding Qiunan was reserved.

"You haven't experienced a man, you don't understand.

Did you notice that Li Donglai looks like a mule.

． ． ． "Zhang Dahua swallowed.

mule? ?

Ding Qiunan was stunned for a moment, and then she understood what the head nurse meant. She was so ashamed that her ears burned.

"Aunt Zhang, what are you talking about!"

Zhang Dahua pouted: "You are still a little girl, you will know when you get married."

"At that time, I just lost my sight..."

Looking at the back of Ding Qiunan leaving, Zhang Dahua sighed, and a trace of loneliness appeared on his face.

Back in the consultation room, Ding Qiunan's words echoed in Zhang Dahua's ears, and he still felt the heat in his ears.

However, my heart was a little itchy, like a small brush, brushing on it, making Ding Qiunan restless.

She looked Li Donglai up and down, and sure enough, he had burly shoulders and a slightly thin waist, but he couldn't see his butt sitting on the chair.

However, from the appearance point of view, it is very tight.

Ding Qiunan saw Li Donglai raise his head, and looked back as if nothing had happened.

Li Donglai caught a glimpse of Ding Qiunan's actions from the corner of his eyes.

It's just, who stipulated that the master can't watch the apprentice?

He could only pretend he didn't see it.

Ding Qiunan spent the morning in hesitation.

Near noon, she gritted her teeth and walked to Li Donglai's side: "Donglai, stretch out your palm and let the master take a look."

"Palm?" Li Donglai, who was writing the prescription, was a little surprised.

"Yes, palm! As a master, I have the right to look at your palm." Ding Qiunan was serious.

Oh, did this count as heterosexual harassment in a previous life?

However, in this master's greatest age, Li Donglai could only hold out his palm honestly.

"The middle finger is indeed much longer than the average person."

"What?"

"It's nothing, hurry up and write the prescription, the basic skills must be solid." Ding Qiunan almost blushed, and could only show the master's spectrum.

"Thank you, Master, for your teaching." Li Donglai suppressed the doubts in his heart.

. . .

The bell rang at noon, and the hospital that had been busy all morning fell silent.

Li Donglai took the aluminum lunch box and went to the cafeteria to make meals.