Chapter 164: Pushing the Iron Ring and Mr. Huo's Kindness
After the mother-in-law left with the candy.

Wang Mengde carried a bucket and a kitchen knife and came to the pool in the middle courtyard.

Coincidentally, I ran into Qin Huairu who was also washing vegetables.

"Meng De, let me help you clean up."

As she said this, she put down the work in her hands, stepped forward, grabbed the kitchen knife, and without saying a word reached into the bucket to pull out a crucian carp and started cleaning it.

"Sister-in-law, thank you."

Seeing her squatting by the pool with her back to him and bending over, Wang Mengde quickly turned his head and thanked her loudly.

"Hey, why are you being so polite to my sister-in-law? I should be the one thanking you.

If it weren't for you, Xiao Dang would have definitely gotten into trouble that day. If Xiao Dang had gotten into trouble, I wouldn't have survived, and we wouldn't know what would have happened to our family."

Qin Huairu spoke loudly as she skillfully removed the scales, internal organs and gills of the fish.

That night, even with Jia Zhang's protection, Bang Geng was still beaten up by her.

And he was strictly ordered not to take things from Sha Zhu's house at will in the future.

Of course, her words would only matter to Bang Geng for a few days. After this period of limelight, he would still treat Sha Zhu's house as his own.

After that, for a long time, every time she thought of Xiaodang's appearance at that time, she was frightened and shuddered.

He would often wake up in the middle of the night, and only after he had checked his daughter's breath with his hand would he relax and lie in bed with all sorts of wild thoughts.

"Haha, sister-in-law, I'm a doctor. These are what I should do. You're welcome."

Wang Mengde said politely.

He didn't think too much about it. After all, since he became a doctor, especially when he came to the Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine, he had treated more than tens of thousands of people, and he had long been accustomed to it.

Not to mention anything else, there are still many counties and cities in the south that are mailing local specialties to him one after another.

Although they are not valuable things, they can be seen from his status in many provinces and cities in the south.

Next to them, several aunts and ladies in the yard were also happily praising Wang Mengde.

Each of their family members had suffered from minor illnesses and disasters, and Wang Mengde cured them with his miraculous hands, and most of them did not cost them any money.

Soon, several crucian carps were processed.

Wash the kitchen knife and fish, and hand them to Wang Mengde along with the bucket.

Then, Qin Huairu thought sadly in her heart.

He Shengnan next door is so happy.

Although both of them are born daughters, the treatment she receives is completely different from that of the other.

When she was in confinement, Jia Dongxu bought a few ounces of sesame oil and the whole family ate it together. There was still some left after she was out of confinement.

Not to mention expensive items like old hens and pork kidneys, even the crucian carp sold by the uncle at 20 cents a pound was bought only three times with gritted teeth.

If there were no comparison, she wouldn't feel sad.

But as far as she knew, even after He Shengnan had finished her confinement, she still had crucian carp soup every few days.

Every time the neighbor stews fish soup, he puts plenty of sesame oil.

The fragrance can be smelled all over the yard.

arrive home.

Ran Xiaomei took the crucian carp and saw that it was cleaned thoroughly. She praised it and said, "Not bad, it was cleaned very well this time."

As he said this, he went outside and started heating oil in a pan.

Every time she cooked fish, she would add oil, and even drip some sesame oil into the fish before serving.

Even if someone is jealous, it's useless.

Anyway, everyone knows that Lao Wang and Meng De in their family get three servings of high-brain oil every month, which is four and a half kilograms more than other families.

When the meal was almost ready, Wang Hao led the four children and walked in from outside the yard.

Each child was pushing an iron ring in his hand.

These were the toys that Wang Mengde got for them yesterday. After he brought them back, they were unanimously loved by the four children.

After school, no matter how hot the weather was, we would go outside and push the hoops a few times.

"Put the iron ring away quickly, wash your face and hands, and eat."

Wang Mengde greeted.

Watching them carefully put away the iron rings, a smile involuntarily appeared on Wang Mengde's face.

In his previous life, when he was a child, there was a time when he loved pushing iron rings the most.

Compete with a few friends, run all over the village, or try something more difficult, run on the ridges of the fields, and push for half a day.

The best and highest-grade iron ring is the very thick steel ring used in oil presses. It is seamless and made of cast steel. It not only flows smoothly when pushed, but also makes a "clang" sound.

This is the "Rolls-Royce" of the iron ring.

The second most common and most common iron ring is the iron hoops on water buckets, wooden barrels, dung buckets, and rice steamers at home. When these buckets are broken or discarded, children disassemble the iron hoops and use them as iron rings.

The iron hoops on the wooden barrels have been welded, and the entire circle is complete without knots. Although it is not as high-end as the steel rings used in oil presses, it is still sufficient for rolling iron rings.

This is the "Santana" level of the iron ring.

In the 1960s and 1970s, when pushing iron rings was popular, when the iron hoops on wooden furniture at home broke, children would take them down and play with them, hoping to replace them with new ones. Of course, there were also cases of children secretly taking them down.

Seeing other children playing with iron rollers, some of them couldn't help but secretly removed the iron hoop from the water bucket at home. When their parents found out, they were inevitably beaten.

Thinking of this, Wang Mengde couldn't help but touch his butt subconsciously.

The worst is the "tractor" level among the iron rings.

If you don't have a ready-made iron hoop at home, you can make one yourself. Use iron wire to hoop the round wooden barrel, and then use pliers to press it into a circle.

Of course, this is also the lowest grade, because there is always a protruding socket at the joint of the iron ring, which affects the smoothness of rolling the iron ring.

"Brother, just now in the alley, Ermao and his friends saw that we all had iron rings, and he cried and shouted that he wanted one too, but was beaten by his father."

I washed my face and then my hands with soap.

Sitting on a stool in the living room, Wang Yuanchao picked up the chopsticks, raised his head and smiled as he shared the funny thing that had just happened.

"And Bang Geng and the others were so excited when they saw us pushing the iron ring."

Wang Weiguo also rushed to speak.

Pushing iron rings is not popular now. The children in the alleys have never seen this kind of toy. They must be amazed to see the scene of Wang Yuanchao and four other people queuing up to push the iron rings.

It seems that some families are either "peaceful" or not these days.

Sure enough, just as they started to eat, they heard Banggeng's crying and Jia Zhang's distressed voice from next door.

He is throwing a tantrum and asking for the iron ring.

a few days later.

In the Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

It was still the big office where they had compiled the "Barefoot Doctors' Manual" last time. Wang Mengde stood in the middle, looking at the thirty or forty colleagues from the research institute, and said happily:
"Comrades, I am very happy to see you all today. We can fight side by side again. In the next month, I hope we can learn from each other and cooperate with each other to complete this revision task as soon as possible."

Not only was he happy, but everyone standing in the office was also filled with joy.

They were all people who had participated in the compilation of the "Barefoot Doctor Manual" last time and had already benefited from it.

This experience has enabled most of them to achieve both fame and fortune.

"Deputy Director Wang, don't worry, we will complete the writing task as soon as possible under your command." "Yes, Deputy Director Wang, if necessary, I can work overtime."

"Me too, me too. I suggest that when we start writing, everyone volunteer to stay and work overtime."

Everyone said in a hurry.

What they meant was that they were all united and willing to work overtime.

"Haha, don't get excited, for now let's just complete the assigned tasks. If we need to work overtime, I'll let you know."

Wang Mengde quickly waved his hand and gestured.

This time, he was originally planning to add a first aid chapter, which would not require so many people.

After President Lu reported the matter to his superiors, they agreed and were prepared to let the Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine take on even greater tasks.

That is, many provinces, cities and regions across the country have revised the "Barefoot Doctor Manual" according to their respective regional characteristics. Wang Mengde and others need to conduct a comprehensive review based on the contents of these revisions.

Not only does it need to add a first aid chapter, but it also needs to revise and add to or reduce the contents of more than twenty other chapters.

This is a big project.

When Wang Mengde heard about this task, he immediately felt a lot of pressure.

So he put forward a condition, that is, all provinces and cities that had revised the "Barefoot Doctor Manual" must send a group of doctors to Beijing.

Work with them to participate in writing and revising the version.

Dean Lu consulted his superiors and agreed to the condition he proposed.

Only then did Wang Mengde breathe a sigh of relief.

With the addition of this group of new forces, he is no longer afraid.

After confirming it, President Lu immediately dispatched dozens of doctors from the research institute and asked them to do some preparatory work in advance.

Doctors from other provinces and cities will not arrive until several days later.

In the big office.

Everyone found a seat and started their day's work.

Overhead, a row of three ceiling fans were spinning hard, sending out a breeze to drive away the summer heat.

These ceiling fans, including the blades, are made of metal and appear very bulky.

Everyone held a stack of papers in their hands. These were the first aid methods for foreign objects blocking the throat that Wang Mengde had written in the past few days.

Above, not only is the method written in detail, but some sketches are also drawn.

It can be said to be rich in pictures and texts.

There are even thoughtful notes to explain the reasons and principles for doing so.

Everyone in the group had a certain level of skills and abilities, so they naturally understood everything immediately. As they watched, they sometimes had an epiphany, and sometimes frowned in deep thought.

In addition to this first aid method, Wang Mengde also wrote some simple frameworks for other first aid methods such as burns, nosebleeds, fractures, fish bones, sprains, dog bites, etc.

The rest of the content needs to be filled in by others.

Seeing that everyone was busy in an orderly manner, Wang Mengde quietly walked out of the door.

Just now, President Lu sent someone to call him over.

Arrived at the dean's office.

Dean Lu had just finished processing a document when he picked up another one, raised his head, and said with a smile: "Comrade Wang Mengde, please sit down and drink some herbal tea. Wait for me for a moment, it will be ready soon."

At this time, the secretary also came in swiftly with a cup of herbal tea and handed it to him.

After a while, Dean Lu put down the documents in his hand, picked up the teacup and took a few sips, then said, "Finally, today's affairs are dealt with. Come on, I'll take you to see Mr. Huo."

Mr. Huo, also a famous Chinese medicine expert, has been practicing medicine in the southeast region for a long time.

He and Pu Lao, one in the southwest and the other in the southeast, were both very famous doctors in the local area and could be considered as rivals of the time.

At the beginning of the year, because he came to Beijing for something, President Lu invited Wang Mengde to give him massage several times.

Wang Mengde discovered that he was suffering from chest pain.

After recuperating in the capital for a long time and getting better, he returned to the southeast region.

"Mr. Huo is coming to the capital again?"

Wang Mengde asked in surprise.

During the time he spent with Mr. Huo, he took the opportunity to learn a lot from him.

He is definitely an authority in the country when it comes to skin diseases and is one of the top few people among the most powerful group of people.

The anti-wrinkle ointment he gave to He Shengnan was developed by referring to Mr. Huo's insights.

Mr. Huo's condition had improved a few months ago, and he was happy but reluctant to return to the southeast region. Unexpectedly, he came back so soon.

"Haha, sir, you are here for other things this time. You will stay in the capital for about a month."

Dean Lu walked in front and said with a smile.

The relationship between him and Mr. Huo can be considered half teacher and half friend.

"By the way, Dean, how is Mr.'s condition?"

"Mr.'s illness has almost healed. I would like to thank you for developing the 'Quick-Acting Heart-Saving Pills'. After taking them, Mr. recovered a lot quickly.

This time, as soon as I checked into the guesthouse, I asked to see you. I guess I wanted to thank you in person."

The two talked as they walked, and soon got into the car.

After more than twenty minutes, the car arrived at the door of the guesthouse where Mr. Huo lived.

After getting off the car and walking into the guesthouse, I saw an old man in his seventies with white hair and a youthful face, standing there accompanied by several people.

"Sir, it's so hot, why did you come out in person?"

Dean Lu hurriedly took a few steps forward, supported him, and spoke softly.

"Haha, I just want to see my friend Wang Mengde as soon as possible. Besides, I am in good health."

Mr. Huo said cheerfully.

"Mr. Huo."

After hearing this, Wang Mengde hurried forward and greeted him respectfully.

"Okay, let's go inside and talk."

Several people came to a reception room. After they sat down, Mr. Huo spoke first:

"Thank you, Mr. Wang, for developing the 'Quick-Acting Heart Pill'. I have used it to cure my chronic illness. I feel much better now."

Without waiting for Wang Mengde to speak modestly, he continued, "This time, besides other things, I also wanted to give you this book."

As he spoke, he signaled to the disciple beside him and handed a handwritten medical book to Wang Mengde.

"This book is the result of my hard work over the years. In addition to the summary of my years of experience, it also contains some superficial insights into skin diseases.

Several of my disciples are not talented enough and cannot learn the essence. I believe that this book will be better in your hands.

What a pity~"

Standing up and stretching out his hands to take the book that was the result of Mr. Huo's life's hard work, Wang Mengde knew why he felt sorry.

That means I am not his disciple.

(End of this chapter)