Chapter 84 The First Patient - "At the beginning of the 1970s, I made a fortune from zero-dollar purchases"

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After visiting the workshop, Chen Guoqing raised his hand and looked at his watch. The watch was from Shanghai, and the dial was stained with dust.He said let's go and take you to the infirmary.

The infirmary is located in a row of small bungalows in the northwest corner of the factory. It has three rooms with blue bricks and gray tiles, with a few foxtail grass growing in the cracks of the tiles.A white-painted wooden sign hung at the door, with the words "Shougang Medical Clinic" written on it. The paint was mottled, and the steps at the door were worn and shiny, having been stepped on by countless pairs of feet.

Zhang Wenhua, director of the medical office, greeted him.He is in his fifties, of medium build, slightly hunched, wearing a wrinkled white coat with a yellowish collar and frayed cuffs.He wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses. The eyes behind the lenses are not big, but he looks at people with a sense of scrutiny.

"Director Zhang." Chen Guoqing introduced Wang Jianxin to Zhang Wenhua, "This is Comrade Wang Jianxin from Beijing Medical University, a first-class meritorious official."

Zhang Wenhua looked Wang Jianxin up and down, and his eyes paused on the four pockets of his military uniform, as if he was weighing the weight of the words "first-class meritorious official".He stretched out his hand and shook it politely. His fingers were cold and not warm at all."Comrade Wang, welcome."

"Director Zhang, please take care of me in the future." Wang Jianxin said.

"I don't deserve care." Zhang Wenhua relaxed his hand and said in a neither salty nor cool tone, "You college students are educated and theoretical, and are better than us. You have also seen the situation in the infirmary. With just this little wealth, there is a shortage of doctors and medicines. How much you can help depends on your own abilities."

This was said politely, but when Wang Jianxin listened, the meaning behind the words was very clear - this is a factory, not a school, and the things in your books will not work.I still look down on the worker, peasant, and soldier students.

Liu Xiaodong stood behind Wang Jianxin, his face a little unsightly.Li Jianguo pulled his sleeve and motioned him to stop talking.

Eight people followed Zhang Wenhua around the room.Three rooms, a consulting room, a dressing room, and a pharmacy.In the consulting room, there is a peeling paint table, a wooden chair, and on the table are a blood pressure monitor, a stethoscope, and a frayed "Primary Medical Handbook" with rolled pages and water stains on them.There was an iron frame bed in the dressing room. The sheets were washed yellow and had several holes.A sterilizer with old newspapers stuck on the iron shell.Several pairs of hemostats were soaked in the enamel plate, and the disinfectant became turbid.Several glass medicine cabinets in the pharmacy contained sulfa, iodophor, mercurochrome, painkillers, and bottles of Chinese patent medicines. Some of the labels were missing, and some were illegible.

Guo Qiang squatted down and looked at the sterilizer. He opened the lid and found that it was empty and there was a layer of scale on the bottom of the pot.He stood up and said, "This pot is manual and needs to be burned with coal."

"The conditions are difficult." Zhang Wenhua stood at the door with his hands in the pockets of his white coat. "This is how I have been here for so many years."

Wang Jianxin did not answer the call.He walked to the consultation table, opened the medical bag, took out acupuncture needles, surgical instruments, antibiotics, and Chinese herbal medicines one by one, and arranged them neatly in categories.Then he took out the "Surgical Pathology" from his satchel and placed it on the table.

This book was given to him by Professor Chen Huaiyuan.Now the relationship between them is very good, and Wang Jianxin has also adjusted Professor Chen's body. His lame leg has been cured by Wang Jianxin, and he no longer walks with a limp.But Professor Chen has been trying not to have too much contact with Wang Jianxin, saying he is afraid of having a bad influence on him.In this special era, it is not good for anyone if an old professor who has been knocked down gets too close to a worker, peasant, and soldier student.Wang Jianxin had no choice but to help him more silently and secretly.These people are all respectable seniors who have suffered too much and suffered too many grievances.

Zhang Wenhua's eyes paused on the "Surgical Pathology" for a moment and said nothing.

At this moment, there was a noise at the door.

"Doctor Zhang! Doctor Zhang!" A worker's voice was urgent and loud, coming from the yard.

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