Chapter 60 The Old Man's Eggs
Hospitals are places where people come and go.
Tian Xiaoyu, a new nurse who has been here for over a month, actually took it upon herself to use a witch doctor's folk remedy to treat a cold. The news has spread throughout the hospital.
"Traditional Chinese Medicine. Doctors in our country are called Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioners." Tian Xiaoyu was looking at her notes while answering her roommates.
"Come on! Doctor Zhu has already said that those witch doctor's remedies you used are unscientific. Be careful not to cause a death!"
My roommate also has a notebook in her hand, it’s a calligraphy practice notebook. She is learning culture!
Nowadays, it is difficult to even become a nurse without education, as you don’t even know which bottle of medicine belongs to which type or what it is called.
Tian Xiaoyu was about to say something when someone suddenly rushed in from outside the door: "Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu, the old man from the day before yesterday came to see you again with his child!"
Um?
In fact, Tian Xiaoyu was still a little nervous. Would the folk remedy she read in her notes work?
But if she sticks her head out, she will be hurt. Since the other party has come, she still has to go out and take a look.
The old man stood at the door of the hospital, holding a basket covered with a cloth.
He held the baby in his other hand and stood there looking inside.
Seeing Tian Xiaoyu coming out, he hurried forward with a smile.
Seeing him smile and looking at the quiet child, Tian Xiaoyu finally breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the child should be fine.
"Doctor, my grandson drank your noodle soup the other day, and he went home sweating all over, and he actually got better!
I should have come to thank you yesterday, but I was worried about the child getting a cold, so I waited until today.
Silly boy, why don't you thank the doctor quickly, the doctor saved your life!"
The old man was about to ask the child to kneel down and thank Tian Xiaoyu, but Tian Xiaoyu was so scared that she quickly stopped him.
"Get up, get up! Old man, we in the Eighth Route Army don't do this!"
The old man saw that since the Eighth Route Army did not support this, he could not let the doctor make a mistake.
So he handed over the basket in his hand and said, "These are six eggs laid by the chickens I raise at home. This is for my medicine expenses !"
Tian Xiaoyu quickly evaded the question again: "The child's recovery is already the best gift for me. You don't need to give me anything. We in the Eighth Route Army have a rule that we cannot take even a single needle or thread from the masses.
I didn't take any medicine that day. I just added more pepper to a bowl of noodle soup and beat an egg.
If you catch a cold due to wind and cold, drink this and sweat it out and you will be fine.
You can write down this prescription and go back and tell your fellow villagers if you encounter this kind of cold again.
Even though the body is hot, the inside is cold, just like your grandson's symptoms, that is a cold. Using this noodle soup to sweat can cure some colds."
Tian Xiaoyu kept refusing, and the old man was unwilling to take it back, which actually alarmed the dean, who then came out and made the decision: "We will take the eggs and use them as a snack for the wounded.
However, let's just consider these eggs as something we bought at the current price.
Tian Xiaoyu, come to my office with this fellow villager."
There was a stunned figure in the crowd.
After the director waited for the old man to bring the child in, he personally examined the child and confirmed that the child's severe cold had actually been alleviated to the point where it could be almost ignored.
"Excuse me, fellow, you guys go back first.
If your child has any other problems, you can come to the hospital to see us at any time!
After all, the people’s army serves the people!”
The old man held the child's hand and said as they walked, "Yes! The people's army serves the people, kid, do you understand?"
"I understand!" The little guy is now recovered from his illness, is in a good mood, and can speak more powerfully.
When the old man and the child left, the dean sat down on a stool and said, "Tell me!
Tell me from beginning to end!"
Since the dean wants to say it, then just say it!
After Chen Xiao gave her the "Barefoot Doctor's Manual" notebook, she saw the cases and treatments of colds in it, but found that there were no Chinese herbal medicines. Then she copied a folk remedy from the book and cured the child.
"Show me the notes!"
Tian Xiaoyu usually carries a notebook with her! When she heard that the dean wanted to see it, she took it out and handed it to the dean.
The dean originally thought it was a small notebook, but he didn't expect that it was indeed a notebook, but not a small notebook, but a thick tome.
He quickly reached out to take it, and opened it to see the directory. Just looking at the directory made him dizzy. It contained many, many cases and many solutions.
"What is streptomycin?"
Tian Xiaoyu was startled by the sudden question: "It is said that there is no such medicine in China, and the most important thing is the Chinese herbal medicine part."
In fact, it’s not that there is no such medicine in China, but that there is no such medicine in this world at this time.
The dean nodded and looked specifically at the Chinese herbal medicine treatment plan. After reading for a while, he felt that the cases were written very realistically and in great detail.
The treatment plan and prescription proposed are also very reasonable. The reason why the dean is the dean is that in addition to his medical skills, his character can also make the headquarters feel at ease, which is enough to prove his broad-mindedness.
I certainly won’t criticize traditional Chinese medicine in a comprehensive manner like Dr. Zhu did.
Instead, he wanted to verify whether the case written on the notebook in Tian Xiaoyu's hand was true and whether the medication was appropriate.
"Can you lend me this notebook for a few days?"
The dean asked Tian Xiaoyu in a gentle voice.
Tian Xiaoyu did not agree immediately, but asked: "How long will it take? Can you return it? This notebook has special meaning to me."
"I know! It was given to you by your fiancé!" said the dean with a smile.
"I will definitely return it to you. I borrowed it just to verify whether the recipe is suitable.
As long as it is useful, whether it is Chinese medicine or Western medicine, a doctor who can save lives is a good doctor.
If you can cure a child with a cold with a bowl of noodle soup according to what is recorded in this notebook, then this notebook is useful.
If it is proven to be useful and can cure diseases, are you willing to lend this notebook to the hospital to copy it?"
Tian Xiaoyu was about to nod, but suddenly remembered that although this notebook was given to her by Chen Xiao, would he be unhappy if she gave it to someone else to copy so carelessly?
The dean was very smart and guessed what she was thinking: "Don't worry! As long as the medical records and treatment methods in this notebook are verified to be effective, we will immediately send someone to find Principal Chen Xiaochen and ask him if he agrees to copy it.
But I guess you are worrying too much. Since Principal Chen returned to the base, he has not only produced extremely high-yield potatoes, but also helped train soldiers for the Eighth Route Army.
Everything we did was to make life better for the common people and the Eighth Route Army.
So I don’t think he will refuse!”
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Chen Xiao has just built a side dam to install the small and medium-sized vortex hydroelectric generator sets obtained from the system.
As long as the cement, sand and gravel concrete cools and solidifies, the gate can be opened to allow flow and put into use.
(The cement and gravel were all stolen. The Japanese built the artillery tower and had a lot of these things. Stealing the Japanese's things, isn't that stealing?)
He didn't know that the monk had already come to the Independent Regiment from the New 1st Regiment's base and found Zhao Gang.
After Zhao Gang found out the situation, he called the headquarters.
Take over two production lines and build an arsenal less than 100km away from Taiyuan city.
How dare this person?
"Still asking for instructions over and over again, this pale-faced scholar is just unreliable and has no courage!
I bet that Ding Wei must have picked out the most skillful people in the whole group and sent them to work as craftsmen for Xiucai.
He definitely won't ask for permission, hehehe! I also picked out more than 30 blacksmiths who used to do carpentry work at home and sent them to the scholar.
In this case, he can't ignore the training bullets of my independent regiment! "
Zhao had just finished asking for instructions when Li Yunlong next to him started to show off.
