Chapter 315: A Master-Level Medical Team

February 1980, the first day of the Lunar New Year.

On this occasion when thousands of families are reunited... of course, don't worry if the reunion doesn't happen.

In the Xiao family in Yanjing City, Comrade Zhuo Neng put down the phone in his hand amidst the sound of firecrackers.

Although there was a lot of movement outside the window, my lover's voice on the phone was not small either.

"Is it Gu Yi's call?"

Father Xiao, with his hands behind his back, was standing in front of the window watching the excitement.

Looking back now, there is really no one like me who can become the commander of the navy.

Then I thought again.

Hey, isn't there an airsick air force commander accompanying him?

"Dad," thinking about the little story on the phone, Comrade Zhuo Neng decided there was something wrong: "Have you ever heard of Zhang Boju?"

"Who? From which military region?"

"...from Gongxian Hutong," Zhuo Neng already knew that the other party did not know: "Then do you know who is in charge of Peking University Hospital now?"

"Peking University Hospital?"

Father Xiao muttered and turned around: "Their establishment seemed to have just been restored last month..."

…

Yanjing Peking University Hospital.

Although it is getting late, those who stick to their posts are still holding on.

New year, new atmosphere!

After the re-opening, the hospital's new leadership team has just been established.

At this moment, we are working overtime to prepare and restart!

Suddenly, a call came into the brightly lit conference room.

inpatient department,

The 18-bed ward on the third floor looks more popular than ever.

Zhou Ruchang, Zhu Jiazhu and Qigong, three gentlemen in their 60s, were standing and sitting around a bed.

Lying on the hospital bed was the 82-year-old Mr. Zhang Boju.

These three destined people were able to gather here at this time entirely because of a phone call from Shen Congwen, a phone call asking them who could go through the back door of the hospital.

Unfortunately, after asking around, there is no way!

But it doesn't matter, as long as they continue to keep in touch, they will...

The three of them, together with Shen Congwen, Zhang Shixiang, and Cao Yu, will join the advisory group of the "Dream of Red Mansions" crew three years later.

"It's already so late, you'd better go back quickly,"

Although Zhang Boju was happy to see his three old friends, he still waved his hand and said, "Not even the bus will be there soon."

Qi Gong looked back at the door: "Don't worry, let's wait until the nurse comes to urge us again before we leave."

Zhu Jiaxin looked at Zhang Boju, who was extremely thin, with heartache in his eyes: "Don't worry about us, have a good rest and rest in peace."

Zhou Ruchang frowned: "This place is so noisy, how can I feel at ease?"

"Alas," Qi Gong said, "We can't do much to help you. We can only sit with you for a while longer."

Zhang Boju, who was sitting on the hospital bed, covered his mouth with a square handkerchief and coughed a few times: "It's okay. Apart from not being able to sleep well, everything else is fine."

"You guys should go back quickly," Mr. Zhang's lover Pan Su was worried: "It's freezing outside, and it's even harder to leave when it's dark."

"It's okay," Zhu Jiazhu didn't care at all: "My legs and feet are fine, it's hard for them to tell me."

"Pull him down," Zhou Ruchang said, "I don't want to sit in a sedan chair now, so you'd better save it!"

"Yuan Bai," Zhu Jiazhu looked at Qi Gong: "Did you hear that I told you to save it?"

Qigong smiled naively: "I'm not afraid of falling. It'll be okay if it breaks. I just moved in to keep brother Cong Bi company."

"Hey," Zhu Jiazhu slapped his thigh: "Yes, this is also a solution. We elders can just live in together."

"Call Brother Cong Wen and Shi Xiang," Qigong said, "Let's see if we can make a room for eight people."

Zhou Ruchang: "I think this is a good idea. I will tell you about "A Dream of Red Mansions" when the time comes."

Qi Gong: "You say it first, I'll add it."

Zhou: "Hey!"

What the three people said sounded like the truth, and Zhang Boju and his wife covered their mouths in joy.

The dark clouds that had been gathering over the past few days have faded a lot with my eyesight.

Unfortunately, before the fun could last for a while, the woman on the bed next to her started quarreling with her family members.

He is so sharp-tongued that even three educated people cannot match him.

Then, the two beds opposite also started to squeeze.

In the eight-bed ward, men and women live together, and the accompanying family members all have their own stories and worries.

The voices kept coming, and the more they spoke, the more complicated they became...

Look, don't mention how bad it is!

"Alas~"

"well!"

By this time, it was quiet in front of Zhang Boju's hospital bed.

Sand, sand, sand, click, click, click...

In the corridor outside the ward, there was suddenly a mess of footsteps.

"Dean Hu."

"Dean Ma."

"Horse Courtyard"

"Hu Yuan..."

As the sound of "Dean" approached, the ward gradually became quiet.

Then, everyone looked at the door in unison.

"Here we are, this is it," a female doctor's voice sounded outside the door: "Patients with 35 beds live in this ward."

After their footsteps paused for a moment, they sounded again.

This time, not only did I hear the sound, I also saw people.

6 or 7 doctors in white coats, led by two white-haired old men with extraordinary bearing, firm eyes and white shirts,

He walked directly towards bed No. 35.

"Excuse me,"

Dean Hu, who was nearly 80 years old, personally asked: "Are you Zhang Boju, the patient in bed 35?"

The patient on bed 35, who was half leaning on the head of the bed, had not recovered yet: "Yes, I am Zhang Boju."

President Ma, who was over 60 years old, put on a stethoscope directly: "Where do you feel uncomfortable now?"

"I..." Zhang Boju lost consciousness for a moment: "Where do I feel uncomfortable?"

President Hu, who came in a hurry and had no time to ask in detail, took the medical record folder handed over by a doctor.

In the last month of 1979, two great doctors, Hu Chuankui and Ma Xu, both received the appointment notice of the president of Peking University Hospital.

These two masters of the medical field not only contributed their lifelong dedication to the medical cause of the motherland.

Even if their hearts stopped beating later, they continued their great medical journey in another way.

These two teachers and friends were the two remains that were later displayed in the anatomy building of Peking University for research.

At this moment, they were standing in front of Zhang Boju, who also sacrificed himself for the country.

Looking at the serious expressions of the two, several people beside the bed were panicked.

Zhou Ruchang, Qi Gong, and Zhu Jiajin looked around with their hands hanging down.

Why did they alarm the president?

Looking at Zhang Boju's wife Pan Su, she was already panicking: "This...what happened?" Did his wife find out something?

Dean Hu, who was flipping through the medical records, did not answer the patient's family directly, but asked Ma Xu directly: "How is it?"

Dean Ma, holding a stethoscope, pushed back and forth on several key points: "It's not as bad as they said, but for safety, it's better to have a comprehensive examination."

"Just as I thought."

At this moment, the two deans standing on the left and right of the bed finally smiled a little.

Dean Hu: "Old man, you don't have to be nervous, just cooperate with the treatment."

"Okay, okay," Zhang Boju nodded, speaking in a hoarse voice: "I will cooperate."

Dean Ma: "If you feel uncomfortable, you must tell us in time."

"Okay," this time, Zhang Boju and his wife nodded together: "Definitely."

After the two deans finished speaking, they turned around and left.

The moment they walked out of the ward, the 4 or 5 doctors who stayed behind immediately got busy.

"Old man, you've worked hard."

"Old man, you've worked hard!"

"Mr. Zhang, didn't you have a good meal tonight?"

"Mr. Zhang, why didn't you say so earlier?"

"Please wait, we'll help you choose a new ward right away."

"Have you contacted the cadre ward in Building 6?"

"Hurry up, go and confirm it..."

In this era, indifference is indifference, and enthusiasm is enthusiasm.

No need to hide, just show your enthusiasm!

...

Pujiang City, No. 51, Anhe Street.

After arranging the three big sisters at the forefront of music, Jiangshan also sat at his own dining table.

"Old Third,"

Jiang He, who was standing by, finally brought Jiang Shan back: "I regretted buying the monkey stamps as soon as I got home this morning."

Jiang Shan ate his dumplings without even raising his head: "Why? Regret buying too few?"

"I was influenced by you and only bought 10 sets," Jiang He felt that this did not fit his style: "Thinking about the story of Hong Kong stamps you told me the other day, the more I thought about it, the more I regretted it. After lunch, I hurried to the philatelic company again."

"How many did you buy?"

"Buy nothing,"

The first day of the Year of the Monkey, I was busy as a monkey.

Jiang He: "I arrived at Nan-Jingdong Road at two o'clock. From a distance, the huge crowds in the morning were gone."

"Sold out?" Jiang Shan finally put down his chopsticks: "Sold out in one morning?"

"That's right," Jiang He took a deep puff of his cigarette.

"This...this is too fast!" Jiang Shan shook his head: "I really didn't expect it."

It seems that the slow sales of monkey stamps in some cities did not happen in Pujiang.

"There are even more unexpected things!"

"What?"

"I parked my bike and walked over to see that there were already several people selling monkey stamps at the entrance of the philatelic company."

"Huh?"

"Two cents a piece, and you can get one cent off if you buy the whole sheet."

"Did you buy it?"

"I'm crazy," Jiang He said, "He dared to sell it for 20 cents in the afternoon when it was only 8 cents in the morning. That's not how you make money."

Although money can indeed be made that way, but...

"Brother, it doesn't matter if you don't buy it," Jiang Shan reminded again, "but don't sell it."

"I know, you've said it so many times," Jiang He recited, "It takes time to prove the value."

"Don't worry, Jiang Shan," Chen Peisi said, "It's less than 1 yuan per piece, I won't let go no matter who comes."

"..." Jiang Shan chewed the dumplings fiercely, with a look of disappointment on his face:

"1 yuan per piece? Didn't you just hear what my brother said? Something that costs 8 cents in the morning costs 20 cents in the afternoon. With your psychological price of 1 yuan, you still call it a collection? Stamp collectors are better than you!"

"..." Chen Peisi remembered the story she heard at the Peace Hotel: "Okay, I decided to hold the ticket for a long time and wait for a year."

"Well," Jiang He made a bold assumption: "I also have this plan. Maybe in a year, this small stamp will appreciate to 10... yuan."

Jiang He deliberately prolonged the sound of ten to reflect its high rate of return.

"Oh my God," Chen Peisi's eyebrows flew with excitement: "How much is that?"

A set of monkey stamps has 80 pieces. If each piece increases to 10 yuan, it will be 80 times 10...

"In other words," Jiang He showed a long-lasting smile that was different from the past: "The things we bought for 6.4 yuan per set will become 8..."

Chen Peisi and he laughed loudly: "800 yuan~"

"What if there are 10 sets?"

"Ten thousand yuan!"

"Hahahaha."

Jiangshan also followed: "Haha."

The atmosphere has come to this point, let's have fun first!

...

It was dawn, the snow stopped, and Shen Congwen, who had been depressed all night, felt that he was fine again.

In Dayabao Hutong, red window paper-cuts were pasted on the glass windows of every household.

Together with the red firecrackers that were exploded all over the ground, the atmosphere of the New Year was full.

At this moment, Zhu Jiajin and Qi Gong, wearing thick coats and velvet hats, walked into the hutong with their hands in their pockets.

Before they saw the door, their voices were raised.

"Yongyu..."