Chapter 165 Instructions and Bicycle Purchase Vouchers

"I know you are Mr. Pu's student, and your school is good at learning from the strengths of many schools.

This book is a collection of prescriptions I have collected since I started practicing medicine, my experience over most of my life, my understanding of some skin diseases, and my ideas on medication. I hope it will be helpful to you, and that you will achieve something in the future and help more patients relieve their pain.”

Mr. Huo said with a carefree smile.

It doesn't feel like giving away the most precious thing, but rather like giving away a toy casually.

Wang Mengde was very excited as he took the medical book.

He was a nationally renowned expert in traditional Chinese medicine. The fruits of most of his life’s work were a secret that was not passed on in ancient times.

It is usually passed on to one's son or most proud disciple. Others will not even have the chance to take a look at it.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Huo actually gave him such a precious thing.

“Thank you sir!
I will definitely follow your instructions."

After bowing respectfully, Wang Mengde said solemnly.

He knew that Mr. Huo passed the book to him in the hope that he could combine the strengths of various schools and develop more prescriptions.

"Well, I believe you can.

Ever since I got the quick-acting heart-saving pills you developed, I knew that although you are young, you are different from others, as if you were born to study medicine."

Mr. Huo pinched his beard and said with a smile.

"By the way, I will be very busy during my trip to Beijing. It is better to do it today than today. Can you take another look at my chest pain symptoms to see if they have improved significantly?"

As he spoke, he took the initiative to stretch out his wrist.

Wang Mengde was not polite and stretched out his hand to take the patient's pulse.

At the same time, the medical consultation was also carried out, and some questions were asked in detail.

A few minutes later, he took my hand and said with a smile, "Sir, your illness has been controlled. Next, pay more attention to rest. If you feel better, you can take some quick-acting heart-saving pills for a while."

After diagnosis, he found that Mr. Huo's condition had basically improved, and all that was left was rest and daily protection.

After hearing his words, Mr. Huo still looked calm, but the disciples beside him all looked happy.

Master is the pillar of support for their lineage. If Master is really fine now, they can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

After all, among the many disciples, there is currently no one who can take it up.

After chatting for about another half an hour, seeing that Mr. Huo looked tired, Dean Lu and Wang Mengde quickly stood up and prepared to leave.

"Haha, Wang Xiaoyou, I have an unwelcome request. Since the last time I came to Beijing, you gave me a massage, and I slept very well during that period.

After arriving in the south, this feeling disappeared again. Over the past few months, I missed the feeling of being able to sleep soundly more and more.

I would like to ask you to give me another massage today, is that convenient?"

Seeing that they were about to leave, Mr. Huo quickly stood up and spoke.

A few months ago, when he was in Beijing, Wang Mengde came to communicate with him every now and then, and also gave him some massage. The feeling of being able to sleep well made him intoxicated, as if he was addicted.

"my pleasure."

Wang Mengde stopped and said happily.

"Thank you, Mr. Wang." Mr. Huo thanked him, then turned to look at his disciples and explained, "You may not know that Mr. Wang's massage skills are unmatched, and his skills are so advanced that they are close to Taoism.

You may think I am exaggerating if you haven’t experienced it, but this is the truth.”

Twenty minutes later.

Mr. Huo has fallen asleep.

At the entrance of the guesthouse, several of his disciples exchanged a few polite words with President Lu and then waved goodbye.

In the car, Dean Lu looked at Wang Mengde holding the book beside him and said with envy: "Comrade Wang Mengde, you are so lucky. Mr. Huo is a master in the field of dermatology in China. There are countless doctors in China who want to see the medical book he wrote. I didn't expect that he would pass it on to you.

I hope you will cherish it, study it seriously, and achieve results as soon as possible, so as to live up to his expectations."

To be honest, if he had not been transferred to a management position a few years ago, he would have thought of robbing the other party.

You should know that every medical book written by a famous Chinese medicine expert and not made public will contain many secret recipes and unique skills. What’s more important is that it also contains the expert’s medical philosophy and most of his life’s experience.

This is priceless knowledge.

If an ordinary person gets it, it's not a big deal. At most, he can become a well-known doctor in the local area. But if a person with extraordinary talent gets it, he can directly inherit the mantle and even surpass his teacher.

He and Wang Mengde are both among the best of the second category, so they are jealous.

"Dean, I will study hard and strive to achieve results as soon as possible."

Wang Mengde held the thread-bound medical book carefully. If Dean Lu had not been beside him, he would have put it in the space before he could feel at ease.

This was the second book he had obtained. The first one was given to him by Mr. Pu two years ago. He benefited a lot from that book. After studying it for several months, one day he seemed to have attained enlightenment, and his internal medicine skills began to improve by leaps and bounds.

From then on, he could understand knowledge of internal medicine very quickly, and he could grasp many difficult points after just a short thought.

Now with the book given by Mr. Huo, he believed that in a few months, he would definitely become an expert in skin diseases.

“Well, I believe you can.

By the way, in the next two days, some experts and doctors from other provinces and cities will come here one after another. When the time comes, you will need to connect with them. You must communicate with them patiently and not make the comrades who come to support you feel uncomfortable. "

Dean Lu explained.

"President, don't worry. We are all comrades. I will definitely entertain them warmly and let them come happily and leave satisfied."

"Well, I'm at ease with you doing the work."

In the guest house.

It was already noon.

Several people were waiting absentmindedly at the door. In the room, Mr. Huo was sleeping soundly, showing no signs of waking up.

The youngest disciple was a little anxious. He said, "Brother, Master has never slept for so long in the morning. Is there any problem?"

"Junior brother, don't worry. I just went in to check and Master's breathing is even. He doesn't seem to have any problems. Let's wait a little longer."

Although the oldest brother was also unsure, he did not show it on his face and comforted them in a low voice.

"Okay, let's wait a little longer then."

They didn't have to wait long. About ten minutes later, the door opened and Mr. Huo walked out of the bedroom, looking energetic and rosy-cheeked.

"Master."

Several people outside the door quickly gathered around him and looked at him with concern.

"Haha, it's so comfortable!

Oh, I haven't felt so comfortable in a few months." He stretched himself.

Seeing that the master's expression did not seem fake, several people gradually believed in their hearts that Wang Mengde's massage skills were very superb.

At the same time, they also became curious. How could this young man, who looked young, have such good skills? Did handsome people have an advantage in learning?

Arriving at the reception room, the youngest disciple, relying on his favor, asked first: "Master, are you just giving most of your life's hard work to that young man? Can he understand the contents?"

In the morning, there were outsiders present and he didn't dare to ask. But now that everyone present is his own people, he naturally doesn't care about what he says.

"Oh, young man? How much can you understand?" Holding the enamel pot and drinking several sips of herbal tea, Mr. Huo glanced at the youngest disciple and said with some regret:

"You guys are always used to looking at age and qualifications, but you don't know that there are some geniuses in the world that cannot be measured by age."

After a pause, seeing the disapproving looks on the faces of several disciples, he began to explain again: "You were all once called geniuses by others, but in fact, in front of the real geniuses, you are completely unworthy of mention.

Apart from anything else, who among you at his age could have researched a cure for schistosomiasis, or taken the lead in compiling a book like the Barefoot Doctor’s Manual.”

"Master, the cure for schistosomiasis was successfully developed and reported in the newspapers. It was all thanks to that little girl. He just happened to be there at the right time.

Moreover, the contents of the book "Barefoot Doctor's Manual" are very simple, and it does not require much advanced medical skills to write it."

The youngest disciple said somewhat unconvinced.

Several other people also agreed with this.

Since ancient times, there is no best in literature, and this also applies to the medical field.

We have all studied medicine for so many years. Why do you think you are better than me when you have never actually seen it?

"You guys!" Shaking his head, Mr. Huo said patiently, "Even if there was no little girl, he would have figured out the prescription for schistosomiasis sooner or later.

As for the "Barefoot Doctor's Manual", although the content inside is simple, have you ever thought that as long as it can cure the disease, the simple method is also the best way.

Also, can any of you develop the quick-acting heart-saving pills that my teacher takes every day?"

As he said this, he took out a bottle of quick-acting heart-saving pills from his pocket, poured out a few pills, and started taking them.

After a while, seeing that several disciples had taken his words to heart, he said earnestly: "Remember, there are always people who are better than you. If we don't talk about other things, just talk about understanding, you can't compare with others.

Take the knowledge I teach you, for example. You can't even draw inferences about other situations from one example, let alone apply it to other situations. It takes me explaining it over and over again before you can understand something.

But Wang Xiaoyou is different. A few months ago, I had several in-depth conversations with him. Every time I told him some knowledge, he could understand it immediately and apply it to other situations. In most cases, he could even derive other knowledge.

You know what? I have never seen another genius like this in my life."

After saying so much and seeing that his disciples were digesting his words, Mr. Huo felt tired, so he took a break and drank some herbal tea.

As for his disciples, they all looked incredulous.

In their opinion, their master is a genius among geniuses, and the young man just now is even more powerful than their master.

It’s incredible!
a few days later.

Many experts from other provinces and cities came one after another, and their arrival made Wang Mengde very happy.

There is strength in numbers. With so many people joining in, I believe the revision of the "Barefoot Doctor Manual" will be completed sooner rather than later.

But there are always pros and cons. The addition of these people did speed up the writing process, but at the same time, it also brought some troubles.

That's the problem with miscommunication.

Many of them have never left their respective provinces, cities or regions. Most of them speak Mandarin, but not standard Mandarin, and some can only speak the local dialect.

In addition, when I came to Beijing on a business trip, I didn’t think of bringing an interpreter.

This results in everyone having difficulty communicating.

Often due to language barriers, people gesture for a long time but still don’t understand what the other person means.

"Brother, I am so tired."

In Wang Mengde's office, Zhang Qiaoyu stuck out her tongue, wiped the sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief, blew towards the fan, and then spoke in a low voice.

She had just been communicating with an expert from a southern province or city, but they were talking at cross purposes and for a long time, neither of them understood what the other was talking about.

She was so anxious that she broke out in a sweat.

Finally, I couldn't help but go to my senior brother's office and started complaining.

Signing his name on a document, Wang Mengde said without raising his head: "This little difficulty is enough to stump you. If there is a difficulty, then find a solution."

"Brother, do you have any idea?"

Zhang Qiaoyu asked in surprise.

She didn't want to communicate anymore, and felt like she would go crazy if she continued like this.

"Humph, you are intellectuals after all. Since we don't speak the same language, why don't we communicate slowly with pens?"

Many words actually have similar meanings, which is much better than not understanding anything at all.

"Hehe, senior brother still has a way. I'll go right away."

Having said that, she hurried out the door.

time flies.

In the blink of an eye, it was late August.

After more than a month of hard work, although the communication between the two sides was still bumpy, the revision of the "Barefoot Doctor Manual" was surprisingly smooth.

According to Wang Mengde's estimation, it will be completed in a few days.

This time, the newly revised version of the "Barefoot Doctor Manual" added nearly one hundred pages of content, and of course, made a small amount of deletions to the previous content.

After a busy day, he rode his bike back to the yard, took the bucket from Yan Bugui's hand, and walked towards the central courtyard through the moon gate.

Yan Bugui stopped him and said, "Meng De, next month, I am also going to buy a bicycle."

"Second uncle, why don't you buy it this month and buy it back early? Then you can ride it for a few days earlier."

Wang Mengde gave a slight reminder.

He remembered that in his previous life he had specifically inquired about this and that starting from September 59, when purchasing large items such as bicycles and watches, additional coupons would be required.

The channel for purchasing coupons is generally that each unit will be issued a number of coupons every six months or a year by the commercial department according to the number of people.

As for how to divide it, that is the business of each unit.

"Hey, don't worry about these few days. I plan to go to Wangfujing with your second aunt when it's cooler in September."

Yan Bugui said with a smile.

(End of this chapter)