Chapter 190 Li Huaide's Purpose and Malaria Research

Coming out of Wang Mengde’s office.

Qian Dayong looked somewhat happy and somewhat depressed.

To his delight, he will be able to conduct research with the other party again next Monday.

Since the last time, over the past year or so, I have been very envious of Wang Mengde leading others to achieve one result after another.

Now, it's finally his turn.

Also, this is a big project, studying treatments for malaria.

It made him even happier.

Once successful, as a member of the team, he can also have a taste of the soup and a share of the pie.

Even ordinary people can imagine the benefits that can be obtained.

What was frustrating was that just now, the two of them chatted for a while, and he couldn't help but asked Wang Mengde how he was so good at skin diseases.

Unexpectedly, Wang Mengde said casually:
Although I don't have much contact with it in normal times, I have learned some knowledge about it. A while ago, I got a medical book and then studied it carefully every night. After one or two years of accumulation, I finally got the hang of it.

Qian Dayong was so confused, is this considered entering the door?
If it is a common skin disease, most doctors have some understanding of it.

Like himself, he also occasionally treats some common skin diseases.

But today was different. Just now, he followed the crowd and saw the patient's affected area. He also listened carefully to the patient and Yi Mingjun's stories.

After thinking about it for a while, I realized that I had never seen this disease before, and I had never even heard of it, so I had no idea how to treat it.

Wang Mengde only thought about it for a moment and then wrote out a prescription in one go.

After seeing the prescription, Yi Mingjun did not raise any objections. Instead, he looked as if he had gained something.

I also told the patients that the medicine would definitely work after taking it.

This scene surprised him so much that he was speechless.

Yi Mingjun is the director of the Dermatology Department of the China Academy of Traditional Chinese Medicine. In the institute, he is the most authoritative and recognized expert in the treatment of skin diseases.

His abilities are among the best in the whole country.

He is about sixty years old this year. He has been exposed to skin diseases since he was a child and has been studying them for decades.

Wang Mengde could actually cure an incurable disease with ease. Although there is no final result yet, judging from Director Yi Mingjun's expression and demeanor, it is almost certain.

He was hit hard and walked towards the Acupuncture Research Institute in a daze.

He happened to meet his teacher, Vice President Zhu.

Seeing that he looked absent-minded and didn't even say hello when they met, Vice President Zhu asked with concern: "Dayong, what's wrong with you?"

Although her disciple had a rough appearance and carrot-like fingers, it greatly affected his ability to learn and use acupuncture.

After all, acupuncture is a technical job where a slight mistake can lead to a huge error. The more the technology is accumulated to the later stages, the slightest influence can lead to two different results.

But her advantages in other aspects make up for this shortcoming. With her talent and hard work, she may be able to inherit her mantle in the future.

"teacher."

After being called, Qian Dayong calmed himself down, called out respectfully, and then recounted what had happened.

"Teacher, you said that for all of us, it takes more than ten years, or even decades, to learn a skill.

But in just one or two years, Wang Mengde learned the technology of skin diseases in his spare time, and was even better than Director Yi Mingjun.

What's the point of studying so hard if we can't compare to others' casual actions? "

He said distressedly.

Vice President Zhu listened quietly and did not answer immediately.

She knew that this disciple was hit hard.

In fact, let alone him, even if it were myself, if I hadn’t had decades of experience and seen many ups and downs, I would definitely have been hit hard.

After thinking about it, he sighed in his heart and cheered himself up to persuade her.

Qian Dayong was just shocked and temporarily lost his way, but after a few words of her guidance, he came to his senses.

Seeing him recover and walk steadily towards the Acupuncture Research Institute, Vice President Zhu himself stopped in his tracks.

She thought of her own experiences before liberation.

At that time, she also met a group of people who were thousands of times better than normal people in some aspects, and she was also shocked.

Now, after seeing Wang Mengde's excellence, she has become accustomed to it.

It's almost noon.

In a dermatology clinic.

Director Yi Mingjun shook his sore neck, put away his reading glasses and put them in the drawer.

There were no more patients outside the door, so he took this short period of time to rest for a while.

In the clinic, the atmosphere has become very depressing since Wang Mengde left.

The other people were very careful in what they said and what they moved, for fear of attracting the attention of Director Yi Mingjun.

They all clearly sensed that the director was in a very bad mood today. He didn't explode, he was just seeing patients and temporarily suppressing his anger.

At this time, after resting for a while and drinking a cup of tea, Yi Mingjun said:
"Wait, don't rush to have lunch yet. Also, go and notify everyone in the department to hold a meeting after get off work at noon."

After saying that, he walked out expressionlessly.

After he left, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at each other with bitter looks on their faces.

It’s over. Wait, what’s going to greet them is definitely another storm.

Their director is famous for his hot temper.

Unexpectedly, during this meeting, Director Yi Mingjun, contrary to his usual behavior, did not yell at anyone, but instead began to give instructions.

"Comrades, to be honest, today, I feel very guilty because, as the head of the department, I actually had to ask comrades from other departments to come to the rescue.

At that time, when I made this decision, my thought was, it’s so embarrassing.

There is no one in the entire department, including me, who can compare to this young man who changed career path halfway through his studies. "

After a pause and a breath, he continued, "According to my conversation with Comrade Wang Mengde, he had only a superficial understanding of skin diseases before.

It was last year that I started to study on my own in my free time. Now, less than two years later, my skills in treating skin diseases have surpassed everyone here.

Of course, in terms of talent, he is a recognized genius in the institute and we cannot compare with him.

However, it is hard to understand that we cannot even compare with them in terms of diligence.

He uses his spare time after get off work to study.

Comrades, this is terrible.

There are people who are more talented and outstanding than you, and who work harder than you. Everyone should think about this carefully. I suggest that we should also learn from his fighting spirit. "

After talking for more than twenty minutes, he finally ended this impromptu meeting with a feeling of being unsatisfied.

He had said everything he needed to say, but as for how much the people in the department could understand, that was not something he could control.

Active learning still requires self-awareness.

Thinking of this, he once began to envy Pu Lao.

If Wang Mengde were his disciple, he would wake up with a smile every day.

After this meeting, some people in the dermatology department continued to do as they pleased, considering their tasks completed at the end of each day's work.

Some people, however, take it to heart and take time to "recharge" after getting home from get off work.

There is no difference now, but after a few years, the difference between the two sides will be very obvious. Wang Mengde did not understand or care about what happened in the dermatology department.

He is now sitting in the office, closing his eyes and organizing some knowledge related to the treatment of malaria in his space, so as to prepare in advance for the research that will begin in a few days.

First of all, he knew that artemisinin, the best medicine for treating malaria in the previous life, was a colorless needle-shaped crystal extracted from the stems and leaves of Artemisia annua.

This is critical and saves a lot of time on experimentation.

Wang Mengde could guess the relevant steps and methods almost accurately by referring to the research papers of Academician T in his previous life.

However, he is not planning to use this method for the time being. Instead, he wants to try first to see if he can use the stems and leaves of Artemisia annua as the main medicine and combine it with other Chinese herbal medicines to develop some prescriptions.

Compared with the special Western medicine - artemisinin, he thinks that Chinese patent medicine may be more effective.

after get off work.

on the way back.

I was delayed for a while today because I was dealing with other things in the research institute.

At this time, the rush hour has passed and the flow of people on the road has obviously decreased.

Basically every pedestrian looked pale and thin, and walked in a hurry.

Of course, there are only a few people with normal complexions like Wang Mengde. As for the fat people who are everywhere in later generations, you can only see a few of them even if you walk all over the capital.

People in the capital are already short of food and clothing, and the situation in other places is even worse.

Return to the courtyard.

I happened to see Yan Bugui, who had just returned from fishing, sorting out his fishing rod and fishing line at the door of his house.

"Meng De, it's time to get off work. Come and have a look. I caught some big crucian carp today. Do you want to take some home to eat?"

When Yan Bugui saw Wang Mengde, his eyes lit up. He pushed the frame of his glasses with the back of his hand and began to promote them enthusiastically.

Since the Chinese New Year, Wang Mengde no longer buys his fish often, which makes him feel distressed. When he sells it to the purchasing station, he loses two or three cents per pound.

Over time, he calculated that he had lost several dollars.

"Uncle, we won't eat fish today. We just ate the salted fish that Xu Damao gave us a few days ago. No family can eat meat every day."

Wang Mengde refused with a smile.

During this period, he plans to keep a low profile and dare not eat meat every two days.

The supplies on the market are becoming increasingly tight. Not to mention meat, even edible food, such as sorghum flour and dried sweet potatoes, are being snapped up.

And even this is not enough to eat.

"Meng De, this fish is free today."

Yan Bugui looked around and then spoke in a low voice.

"for free?"

When Wang Mengde heard this, he immediately became alert.

If anyone can take something from Old Yan's house without charging for it, then Old Yan must be planning something.

He definitely has big plans.

"Second uncle, what's the matter with you?"

"Haha, I really can't hide it from you." Yan Bugui was exposed, but he was not embarrassed. He smiled and said:

"Meng De, this is what's going on. Your second aunt is not feeling well. Can you please prescribe a pound of brown sugar for her?"

After saying that, she looked at him expectantly.

"Prescribe a recipe for a pound of brown sugar!"

Wang Mengde was stunned for a moment before he reacted.

Over the past year, there are only two ways for ordinary people to buy brown sugar on the market, except for women who have just given birth and can buy brown sugar in the hospital.

One is to give babies 2 taels of Cuban brown sugar every month.

The second method is to ask the doctor to prescribe a "prescription" for you in the hospital when you are sick and need it.

Generally, doctors will prescribe a few taels, half a pound or a pound of medicine according to the patient's condition.

When Wang Mengde was practicing medicine at Guang'anmen Hospital, he also prescribed many such "prescriptions".

But those patients were truly sick.

Unexpectedly, Yan Bugui actually set his sights on him and even planned to exchange him for a few crucian carps, which made him speechless.

"Uncle, what's wrong with Aunt? She has to come to the hospital to see me so I can prescribe this 'prescription'."

"Well, your second aunt is fine. She just has an old illness. Meng De, she has to take care of the children at home and can't leave. Can you see if you can get her a prescription directly?"

"Second uncle, if the patient doesn't want to go and the condition is not serious, there is no way to prescribe brown sugar."

Wang Mengde refused directly.

Sugar is a strategic material. He would not take such a big risk for someone who is not even related to him.

It may not be a big deal now, but after a few years, if it is known by others, it will become a handle for those who have ulterior motives.

Seeing his firm attitude, Yan Bugui was disappointed.

After chatting for a few more words, Wang Mengde made the excuse that it was time for lunch and walked towards the central courtyard.

Of course, Yan Bugui never mentioned giving away those crucian carps again.

As soon as he arrived at the middle courtyard, he smelled the aroma of braised pork. Out of curiosity, he looked around and found that the smell came from the direction of old Jia's house.

In front of old Jia's house, Qin Huairu was sitting by the stove, stir-frying with a spatula in one hand.

Next to them, Banggeng led his sister Xiaodang. The little girl put her fingers in her mouth and looked into the pot with anticipation.

Arrived at home.

The whole family was waiting for him to have dinner.

At the dinner table, Wang Mengde asked curiously, "The Jia family next door is actually eating braised pork today. Can we buy fresh meat in this grocery store?"

"This meat was not bought. It was two or three pounds of pork belly that Deputy Director Li of the steel mill brought over when he came to visit Jia Dongxu after get off work."

He Shengnan explained:

"By the way, that Deputy Director Li came to our house and said he wanted to visit you. When he heard that you didn't come back, he left with a disappointed look on his face."

"Deputy Director Li came to visit Jia Dongxu and also came to visit me at home."

Wang Mengde's mind moved and he understood.

It is estimated that Deputy Director Li has taken a liking to Qin Huairu, and took the opportunity of visiting her to send some scarce supplies over.

It was obvious that the drunkard was not interested in drinking.

As for visiting him, thinking about what Sha Zhu said before, this Li Huaide must want to get close to him and ask for some "Palace Emperor Pills".

on Monday.

in the office.

Wang Mengde is assigning tasks.

In addition to eight junior brothers and sisters, Qian Dayong and Zhu Tao also came.

From today on, they officially started research on malaria.

(End of this chapter)