Chapter 282 Winning the Award and Learning from Comrade Wang Mengde

October 1, 1964.

The country’s fifteenth birthday.

Although there were no grand military parades from the 1960s to the early 1980s.

But the celebrations and banquets will still be held as normal. As one of the representatives and the winner of national honors such as model worker and pacesetter, Wang Mengde naturally cannot escape participating in these activities.

Starting from September 28th, we started to get busy one after another. Even the National Day holiday was spent outside.

Moreover, after participating in various activities, he has to return to Guang'anmen Hospital to keep an eye on the condition of patients in the intensive care unit.

These are all the gods of wealth. Dean Lu specifically told him to be cautious and not to make any mistakes.

Once problems arise due to carelessness, it will not only damage one's own reputation but also cause diplomatic disputes.

After all, people who can come to China for medical treatment in this era are either rich or noble in their respective countries.

Moreover, all the employees of the research institute and the hospital now have such good food and benefits, which are all due to these big customers.

As if it had become a tradition, or they had discussed it privately, every patient would have some supplies shipped in from abroad by plane during their hospitalization.

These supplies are still very sufficient.

Except for a small portion for their own use, most of it was donated to Wang Mengde and Guang'anmen Hospital.

As the number of people coming gradually increased, more and more supplies were donated.

Now everyone can get several kilograms of meat every month, as well as a lot of other good things.

Every now and then, employees from the Chinese Academy of Traditional Chinese Medicine and Guang'anmen Hospital would bring large and small packages home.

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It was almost six o'clock that afternoon. Wang Mengde had just walked out of the intensive care unit when he saw Dean Lu walking towards him quickly, panting and with a happy look on his face.

"Meng De, I finally found you. Come with me quickly. Something great is going to happen."

When he got there, he held his knees, not even taking the time to catch his breath, and just said with a happy smile.

"Dean, please don't be anxious. Speak slowly."

When Wang Mengde heard him say that it was a good thing, he calculated the days and felt relieved, so he began to comfort him.

"Hahaha, this matter has to be urgent, Meng De, my superior just called me and according to first-hand information obtained by relevant departments in Europe, you have become the winner of this year's Nobel Prize in Medicine.

This is the first person in China to receive such a high honor internationally. My superiors asked me to find you. Please go there immediately."

Dean Lu wiped the sweat from his head and face and said.

Although Wang Mengde had been shortlisted for the five-person list a few months ago and he already had a hunch in his heart, but when he really achieved a breakthrough from zero, Dean Lu found that he still couldn't control his excitement.

This is a great happy event for China and also a major event for the Chinese Academy of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

"The winners are out? Great!"

Wang Mengde had actually guessed this result a long time ago, but after getting confirmation from President Lu, he was still filled with surprise.

It’s not easy!

It has been about ten years since I traveled to this era, and now I have finally achieved some success.

That evening, it was not until after ten o'clock that his superior arranged for someone to drive him home.

"Meng De, have you eaten yet? There's food left in the pot for you. Let me heat it up for you.

Why did you come back so late today? Did something happen? "

He Shengnan saw that he looked tired and asked with concern.

As he said this, he poured him a cup of herbal tea.

“No need to heat up the food, I’ve already eaten outside.

By the way, I have some great news. I will tell you in detail when we get to bed later."

After Wang Mengde put down the bag in his hand, he sat on the chair, holding the teacup and drank half of the enamel pot.

I was so busy listening to the leaders' speeches that I didn't even have time to drink more tea.

"Well, I'll pour you some water to wash your feet so you can soak your feet and relieve your fatigue."

When He Shengnan heard that it was good news, her slightly frowned brows relaxed. She quickly poured hot water from the kettle on the stove, added some cold water, and then brought the basin to Wang Mengde.

Since she didn't know when her husband would be back today, the flowerpot stove was left burning and not sealed.

After a quick wash, the two of them lay down on the bed.

"Meng De, what good things are going on today?"

He Shengnan covered her son with a small quilt, then turned around and asked curiously.

"Haha, this afternoon, Dean Lu told me that I won this year's Nobel Prize in Medicine.

I came back so late because my superiors called me over to have a celebration party. If I didn’t have to go to work tomorrow, the leaders would have wanted it to end in a few more hours.”

Wang Mengde said proudly.

"Really?! Meng De, you are amazing."

He Shengnan, who was already feeling a little sleepy, instantly perked up after hearing these words.

She had heard about this from Wang Mengde a few months ago, but at that time he said that the hope of winning the award was slim and that the probability of her being a runner-up was high.

I didn’t expect that I would actually win an award now.

"Of course it's true. My superior told me that tomorrow morning, a reporter will come to my workplace to interview me, and I'll try to get this reported in the country's largest newspaper the day after tomorrow.

We need to let the people of the country know that a Chinese person has won the world’s highest science and technology award.”

"You're going to be in the newspaper again.

This year, this is already the third time.”

He Shengnan said excitedly.

Early the next morning.

As soon as Wang Mengde arrived at the gate of the Chinese Academy of Traditional Chinese Medicine, he met Zhao Xiaotao's cousin Li Qingning.

She was communicating with the people at the gate security department with a smile on her face, and a subordinate carrying a camera was following behind her.

"Sister Qing Ning, good morning!"

"Hey, Comrade Wang Mengde, good morning.

You've come at the right time. I'm here to interview you today. I'll go in with you after I've registered."

When Li Qingning saw him, her eyes lit up and she quickly waved her arms and spoke.

After registering, the three of them walked into the yard together.

Wang Mengde asked quietly, "Sister Qing Ning, have you been transferred to another position? Are you no longer working at the Beijing Daily?"

His superior told him yesterday that the China Daily was coming to interview him, but he didn't say that reporters from the Beijing Daily would also come, so he made such a guess.

"Haha, I was transferred to work at the Huaguo Daily just last year. Since I've always worked at the newspaper, I never mentioned it to you.

By the way, next month, my job will be transferred again. I will work in a department that manages culture. I won’t have the chance to interview you next time.”

Li Qingning explained.

Both her husband's family and her own family were powerful and felt that it was too tiring for her to go out for interviews every day, so they used their connections to transfer her to another position.

"Sister Qing Ning, it's good to go there. Even if you don't do interviews, you can always come and play with me."

Wang Mengde said with a smile.

In a conference room. After more than an hour and a few more photos, the interview was over.

Then the cameraman went to the side to organize the camera.

"Meng De, my superiors attach great importance to this interview. After I return, our unit will arrange for elite personnel to assist me in writing the manuscript.

Because it will be on the front page tomorrow, time is tight and I need to return to the office immediately."

Li Qingning said with some regret.

She had finally managed to get the opportunity for this interview, but because the task was urgent, she was unable to chat with Wang Mengde.

“Sister Qing Ning, please go back first, work is important.

When we have a rest next weekend, Shengnan and I will take the children to visit you and Xiaotao."

Wang Mengde smiled and comforted.

The weather will gradually get colder in October, so it's a good time to go out for a walk while the weather is good now. Otherwise, in a dozen days, it will not be suitable to take the children out.

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"Really? It's a deal then, you must go.

Before you go, call my family in advance so Xiaotao and I can prepare well."

When she heard that Wang Mengde was going to bring his wife and children to visit her, Li Qingning immediately said happily.

the next day.

This news was published on the front page of the country's largest newspaper, the China Daily.

The words "Learn from Comrade Wang Mengde" appeared prominently in the title.

Then a large amount of space is used to introduce how he won the Nobel Prize in Medicine, and finally the focus is on the contributions he made in previous years.

In particular, the large-scale promotion of hepatitis B vaccine across the country has played a great role in prevention and control, and the number of new infections has dropped significantly.

Even a portion of the hepatitis B vaccine is used for export and earning foreign exchange, bringing a large amount of foreign exchange to the country.

All morning long.

Wherever Wang Mengde went, people he knew would greet him and take the opportunity to ask him about his award.

Several fellow junior students, Qian Dayong and others came over to congratulate him.

Even when he was seeing patients in the afternoon, two patients came in with the day's newspaper and wanted to chat with him.

I finally finished a busy day's work.

It was starting to get dark, and Wang Mengde pushed his bicycle into the yard.

Before he passed through the Moon Gate, he heard the voice of an old man in the bangs from afar:

“Let me tell you, the award that Meng De won is the most powerful award in the world, called the Nobel Prize.

Every year, one award is given for the Medical Award, with a maximum of two people receiving the award. This year, it was Meng De, who is also the first person from China to receive this award.

Don't think it's just a simple award, in politics it's..."

Sure enough, every time something big happens, this politics-loving, official-obsessed old man is always present.

When Wang Mengde entered the central courtyard, he saw Liu Haizhong holding a bowl of rice. While eating, he talked and gestured to the neighbors sitting around him.

When he saw him coming back, Liu Haizhong's voice immediately stopped, and then he quickly stood up, nodded and smiled and said:

"Oh, Meng De is back, you have done something great without making any noise, it's really amazing.

The newspapers are calling on everyone to learn from you, and our hospital has also benefited from it. When I was at work today, many of my colleagues asked me about you. "

As he said this, he gave a thumbs up in public.

The other neighbors couldn't help but stand up and echoed.

"Of course not. With Meng De's achievements, let alone one award, even three or five would not be too much."

"Yes, I think so too. If he hadn't developed a treatment for the several epidemics that occurred in the capital, I don't know what would have happened."

"Haha, thank you all for the compliments." Wang Mengde thanked.

He chatted with the neighbors for a while, and was rescued only when Ran Xiaomei came out and asked him to go home for dinner.

The dinner table.

Wang Hao's face flushed. He suppressed his excitement and said in a low voice:
"Mengde, well done.

Of course, even if we have achieved these brilliant results now, we should not be complacent. We should work hard in the future and strive to achieve more results. "

"Okay, okay, your son has won a prize, you should be happy and stop talking nonsense."

Ran Xiaomei was a little unhappy and said quickly:

"Meng De, I heard that you need to go abroad to receive the award. When will you go?"

"Mom, the time to receive the award is in December, it's still early."

Wang Mengde replied with a smile.

"Oh, there are still two months left. Bring more clothes with you. December is very cold."

"Mom, don't worry, the government will definitely think of it for me. There will be staff to remind and check what I should bring. We don't have to worry about it."

"That's good. By the way, how long will it take you to receive the award?"

"If it's fast, it'll be a week. Even if something delays it, it'll be half a month at most."

"Half a month, that's not bad."

Ran Xiaomei heaved a sigh of relief when she heard that her son would not be abroad for long. Then she continued:

"Tomorrow night, let's celebrate at home. Meng De, do you want to eat anything? Mom will make it for you tomorrow."

"Mom, how about we have hot pot tomorrow? I'll bring back a few pounds of mutton from work. You just need to wash some vegetables and make some sesame paste."

Wang Mengde said with a smile.

Autumn is the season for nourishing the body. Coincidentally, a patient in the hospital told him that his family would airlift a batch of supplies over tomorrow, including top-quality mutton.

"Okay, let's eat mutton hotpot."

Ran Xiaomei said happily.

The next night.

Wang Mengde returned home early and brought back four pounds of top-quality mutton and two pounds of beef.

At this time, the charcoal fire, copper pot, vegetables and sesame paste at home are all ready.

This copper pot was borrowed from Sha Zhu's house.

It took him twenty minutes to cut several pounds of meat and arrange them on the plate.

Due to his long-term martial arts training and the fact that he had consulted a Donglaishun staff member before, the meat he cuts is of even thickness, and each slice of mutton is as thin as paper.

"Wow, Meng De, your knife skills are pretty good, not much worse than the meat-cutting master at Donglaishun.

The cut meat is really 'shaped like a towel, thin as paper, and soft as cotton', and it is faster than theirs."

Ran Xiaomei had just prepared the sesame paste and when she saw the pot boiling, she walked over and saw her son cut the meat and put it on a plate.

"Well, this cut of meat is really good."

Wang Hao came over after hearing this, praised him, and then said with a smile:

"Meng De, take out those two bottles of fine wine you have treasured for more than ten years and drink them."

(End of this chapter)