Siheyuan: a hundred-year-old Chinese medicine doctor, Jiehu Qinhuairu

If only he could cure the father-in-law's illness.

After that, I also relaxed.

Director Yang's daughter-in-law is the one who is most grateful to Song Qingshan.

She placed the teacup on the table very respectfully.

Song Qingshan smelled the fragrant tea, raised his hand to pick up the exquisite teacup and took a sip, put down the teacup, shook his head and said, "It's too early to say that your father will be cured."

"Old sir, I know you will be able to cure my father."

Director Yang said very firmly.

He didn't know where his self-confidence came from, but he just confirmed it.

"Don't be humble, sir."

"Just say what you want in return, as long as I can do it, I will do my best."

"There is really one thing."

Since the other party wanted to repay his kindness, Song Qingshan would not be polite to him.

Originally, this trip had a purpose.

"You say."

"I want to open a Chinese medicine hall in the factory, but I don't know if the factory can approve it." Song Qingshan said bluntly.

Director Yang hesitated for a moment.

He replied: "Mr., it is not a big problem that you want to open a Chinese medicine hall in the factory, but there is one more thing I want to tell you."

"Our rolling mill is going to be expanded recently, and many departments will also be changed from departments to departments, and the superior leaders will appoint a group of department-level cadres."

"Mr., your medical room is also under planning. Originally, the higher-ups planned to transfer a section chief."

"But the old man's medical skills are superb, and he has made important achievements in the treatment of patients. His background in all aspects is in line with the candidate for the section chief."

"If the old man is interested, I will apply to the higher authorities for you to be the chief of the medical department in the future."

"After the old man becomes the section chief, it will be convenient for him to do whatever he wants."

"Look..."

Factory Manager Yang looked at Song Qingshan seriously as he spoke.

Chief of the medical room?

Song Qingshan listened to these words.

Somewhat confused.

Has he been promoted directly to section chief from an ordinary person?

To know a section-level cadre.

Power is not small.

Some people may not be able to reach it for a lifetime.

Song Qingshan was surprised.

But I soon figured out why.

in this era.

Talent is scarce, as long as there are capable and successful people, family background and personal morality are fine.

It's easy to go to the sky in one step.

"Master, this is a great thing, so don't hesitate."

Zhang Yilin saw that Master Song Qingshan didn't reply for a long time.

Anxiously reminded.

"It's not suitable for me to be the chief of the section. Yilin has worked in the medical room for many years. The position of chief of the section should be left to him. I, a centenarian, won't stand in the way of young people."

Song Qingshan evaded.

This half-cheap apprentice of myself has a simple heart, which can be felt from the two days of contact.

He is a person who respects his teachers.

Song Qingshan actually intended to be the chief of the section, but on the surface he was a centenarian.

If you are promoted rashly.

I'm afraid I will be slandered by others, saying that I am blocking the way of young people.

It will make many people dissatisfied.

"Master, I have no intention of becoming an official. If you don't come to work in the medical room, I may be transferred to another hospital after a while."

"But when you come, I won't go."

"The position of section chief has nothing to do with me. If you say that, the apprentice will leave you."

Zhang Yilin spoke sincerely.

He has self-knowledge, he is obsessed with medical skills, and has never had any thoughts about official career.

His master is highly respected.

Excellent medical skills.

Being the chief of the medical department is perfect.

"Old gentleman, you are a high-spirited and honest man. The position of section chief is none other than you, and your promotion to section chief at the age of a hundred years is also very in line with the purpose of the Great Leap Forward Movement."

"Those who are able work harder, and those who are able live there."

"Don't shirk, old man."

Factory Manager Yang persuaded him well, and his tone was full of confidence, as if Song Jingshan, the section chief, was already a certainty.

"If you can say it like this, I'll give it a try, old man."

Song Qingshan thought for a moment.

The character of my half apprentice is really not suitable for being an official.

At that time, it was not good to be an official.

In terms of medical skills, he is also standing still.

Letting him be the section chief is tantamount to harming him.

"That's right, old man, since you nodded and agreed, I will write the materials when I go to the factory later."

"It should be approved in two days."

When Director Yang heard that Song Qingshan finally agreed, he felt relieved.

"Master, I will feel comfortable working under you in the future."

Zhang Yilin was also very happy.

No grudges.

"How many years can I be at this age, at most, I can be a first for you young people."

Song Qingshan waved his hands as usual.

Next.

Several people chatted for a while.

After about an hour and a half.

"Son, I can lift my arms and feel my feet."

"My illness is cured!!!"

"Son, where did you hire the doctor? What a miracle doctor!"

Father Yang's excited shouts came from the room.

When Director Yang heard the old father's shout, tears filled his eyes with excitement.

It's been half a year.

The old father finally regained his life.

Factory Manager Yang can't wait to give it to Song Qingshan.

Kowtow thank you.

39 Qin Huairu is the daughter-in-law of the master who has never been married? ? ?

[Congratulations to the host for successfully treating a critically ill patient, the rewards are as follows...]

[Congratulations to the host for gaining one year of life extension]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining ten Great Unity tickets, one sewing ticket, ten catties of fuel tickets, and thirty catties of face tickets]

[Congratulations to the host Spirit Medicine Garden for expanding by one square meter]

Father Yang's voice was just heard in the room, and Song Qingshan hadn't sat up from the sofa.

The reward sound of the system mechanical class came to mind.

This made Song Qingshan feel relieved.

With system rewards.

That proves that the patient has been cured by him.

This time the rewards are quite rich.

It's just that there is one thing that arouses Song Qingshan's curiosity. The system rewards this time are different from the last time they were consistent with Director Li.One more adjective.

critically ill.

Song Qingshan checked the setting rules of the system in his mind.

Immediately understood.

It turns out that the rewards for treating patients are divided into five levels.

Mild, moderate, severe, endangered, dying.

five levels.

The more serious the patient's condition and the more intractable the disease is, the richer the reward will be.

"Stroke and hemiplegia are serious illnesses?"

"He is dying in that state, and if he doesn't get treated, he will still be alive for a few months at most."

"Is it a serious illness?"

Song Qingshan murmured in his heart, feeling that the system's determination of the patient's grade was somewhat hasty.

"Daddy, how are you feeling?"

Factory Manager Yang walked into the room and looked at the old father lying on the bed, his gray eyes gradually became brighter.

"I feel numbness on the left half of my body, like a nest of ants are biting me."

"Look quickly."

Father Yang was talking, excited like a child, wiggling his toes.

"Don't move yet."

Song Qingshan walked into the room, saw this scene, and immediately stopped it.

"The needle is still on the body now, if it is moved around, it will easily cause poor blood flow."

"Okay, okay, listen to my brother, don't move."

Father Yang immediately fell silent when he heard the words.