Chapter 352: Conquering Hepatitis B and the Resurgence of Troubles

The good things that President Lu mentioned are coming.

Wang Mengde knew it very well. Although he was not around when his superior said this, he also knew that he was going to be promoted to vice president.

After the Chinese New Year, Mr. Pu couldn't wait to start promoting this matter.

Not only did he apply to the research institute and his superiors, he also went to see several leaders there in person.

Originally, his superiors wanted him to gradually step back after a few months, but they didn't expect that he was so anxious.

Seeing that he was truly sincere, his superiors agreed after a meeting.

The process is currently underway and it is estimated that in about half a month, Wang Mengde will begin to hand over his work to Mr. Pu.

"Comrade Wang Mengde, when you become the vice president, your work will be even busier than it is now. You should prepare yourself in advance."

Dean Lu gave an instruction.

Even if Wang Mengde was promoted to vice president, he still had to serve as the director of the Department of Internal Medicine.

After all, since the establishment of the Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine, two of the three department heads were from their department.

And, most importantly, no one in the Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine has medical skills that can surpass his, not even close.

If this position of department director is given to someone else, it will be difficult to carry out the work and it will easily cause chaos in the internal medicine department.

Therefore, Wang Mengde will have to hold the position of department director for at least a few more years until someone with outstanding ability emerges, or one of his fellow junior colleagues grows up and takes over the position.

"Dean, I'm ready. From now on, I just need to grasp the general direction of the department's work, and distribute part of the work to other deputy directors.

Even if I become the vice president, I will still focus on research and seeing patients, and will not abandon my main job.”

Wang Mengde directly told everyone his future plans.

He would not do anything that would put the cart before the horse. The foundation of his career is his superb medical skills and the results of his research.

From now on, his position as vice president will at most be a filler and he will not be involved in much related work.

Anyway, he is still young, and the deans and vice-deans above him are all respected seniors, so he plans to keep a low profile for a while.

He worked diligently on research in the past few years, and after the reform and opening up, his qualifications had improved and the senior colleagues in the research institute could no longer suppress him.

With the achievements made in recent years, it is only natural for him to become the dean of the institute.

Once he becomes the director of the institute, it will be time for him to show his talents. Relying on the traditional Chinese medicine foundation which is several times stronger than its original history, some of his ideas can be realized.

"Well, you will gradually become familiar with the relevant work. Mr. Pu will not completely withdraw from your work within the next three to five years. With his support and advice, it will be enough for you to grow.

If you have any questions or are unsure about something, you can ask him, or you can come to me directly."

Dean Lu said with a smile.

He was planning to train Wang Mengde as his successor.

His superiors discussed this issue with him. As the first dean of the institute, he strongly hoped that traditional Chinese medicine could develop better.

But after looking around the institute, he found that there were only a handful of people who could take on this important task.

And each of them has its shortcomings and is not the best choice.

Among these people, only Wang Mengde's shortcomings are the smallest and easiest to make up for.

Qualifications, apart from grades, can only be gained slowly over time.

What Wang Mengde has no shortage of is time. Even if he steps down as dean, it will still take more than five years.

With this period of accumulation, I can make up for the problem of lack of experience.

Naturally there will be no other obstacles to taking over!
"Yes, Dean, I will report to you and consult you more often in the future."

Wang Mengde answered wittily.

He has a firm grasp of the old seniors' desire to teach others.

"Well, I have a meeting later, so you go ahead and do your work."

Sure enough, after hearing his answer, Dean Lu smiled and said happily.

The climate in Beijing in March is still relatively cool.

Although most people took off their cotton-padded jackets, they put on thick overcoats right after.

It's the weekend.

In Nanluoguxiang, Wang Mengde and his family came over from Guang'anmen again.

They planned to stay for a few more days, and Ran Xiaomei wanted to wash some of the quilts and clothes in the house and expose them to the sun for a few days.

It was not just their family, but other residents' as well. This resulted in more than a dozen hemp ropes tied up in the yard, with quilts and clothes hanging on the ropes.

"Auntie, you have so many clothes at home?"

In the middle courtyard, Meng Li also tied a hemp rope to hang her and her children's clothes to dry. Of course, she also washed some of Xu Damao's clothes.

Because she had a fight with Jia Zhang as soon as she entered the yard, and then beat her mother-in-law up, the neighbors in the yard were unwilling to have any contact with her.

After a few months of getting along, Meng Li also understood the attitude of the people in the hospital, so she stopped making trouble for herself and basically kept to herself every day, not talking to anyone.

Only Wang Mengde's family, because they were not often in the courtyard, she had little contact with them, and Ran Xiaomei and He Shengnan did not look at her strangely like the others.

So, when she saw Ran Xiaomei also hanging clothes, she started chatting with her.

"Haha, we have a large family, so we have a lot of clothes."

Ran Xiaomei explained casually.

She certainly wouldn't brag about how great her son is. There is so much fabric at home that it can't be used up. If she hadn't stopped him, he would have continued to bring it home.

Even if I make several sets of clothes for everyone in the family every year, and give a lot to my daughter-in-law's family and my hometown, the fabrics are still piled up in boxes gathering dust.

Moreover, the fabrics Wang Mengde brought back were all of the highest quality, much better than those produced domestically.

Not only that, the styles and colors are also much richer, and the clothes made are particularly beautiful.

Widow Meng was a person who loved beauty, but she had little money or tickets to buy clothes in her previous husband's family.

After following Xu Damao, she met him in a trading house and he didn't have time to buy cloth for her to make clothes.

Her mother-in-law was severely beaten by her again and would not help her anymore.

So, what she wore was full of patches. This was a double-layer coat made by taking apart her cotton-padded jacket and taking out the cotton.

Now when I see the clothes that Ran Xiaomei hangs out to dry, they all look very beautiful, and I can't help staring at them.

If it had happened before, she would definitely have been sarcastic or even veiled in accusations.

But when it came to Ran Xiaomei, she couldn't think of that at all.

The other party was Wang Mengde's mother, someone she couldn't afford to offend.

Just as the two of them were chatting casually.

Yan Bugui walked in from the front yard, and several people followed him.

Seeing Ran Xiaomei busy in the middle courtyard, he hurriedly said, "Sister-in-law, your relatives are here."

"Old Yan, which relative of ours is here?"

Ran Xiaomei was blocked by a bed sheet and did not see the person behind him, so she asked curiously.

"Second Aunt, I'm here with my uncle and grandpa."

Qin Jingru turned around from behind Yan Bugui and said with a smile.

At this time, Tian Dahai, with a white beard, walked forward with a child in his teens, and behind him were his two sons.

"My uncle is here, come in and sit down."

Seeing Tian Dahai's figure, Ran Xiaomei shouted happily:
"Meng De, come out quickly, your uncle and his friends are here."

When she married Wang Hao, she lived in Tiangezhuang for a period of time and was taken care of by Tian Dahai. Moreover, her eldest son grew up in his hometown since childhood, but she caused a lot of trouble to the other party.

Therefore, when she saw her uncle and his family coming, she smiled happily.

He did not have the distant look that most people of this generation have when they see relatives coming to visit.

Wang Mengde was reading a medical book in the room. When he heard the noise, he hurried out:

"Uncle, you are here. Come in and have some tea."

As he said this, he supported Tian Dahai and walked into the house.

After entering the house, He Shengnan quickly poured tea for everyone, and Wang Mengde took out some snacks and gave them to the child.

After sitting down, he knew the purpose of the other party's visit without having to guess. Just now, he took a glance at the child's face and found that he was very ill.

So, after chatting for a few words and drinking a few sips of tea, he took the initiative to speak:
"Uncle, this little guy is sick, isn't he? I've diagnosed him with a serious illness. Did the examination show that he has liver problems?"

"Meng De, did you see it?

Manyi was sick. He didn't want to eat and had no energy these days, so I took him to the village clinic. Doctor Zhou suspected there was something wrong with his liver, so we went to the commune clinic for a check-up.

The doctor also said that the liver problem was very serious and recommended that we go to a large hospital in the city for treatment.

Meng De, I know you are a skilled doctor, so I didn’t go to the hospital and came directly to see you.”

Tian Dahai said embarrassedly.

At the same time, he was still somewhat uneasy.

The doctor at the commune health center told him vaguely that the disease was very serious and difficult to treat, and it would probably be difficult to treat.

Not only does it take a lot of time, but it also requires more money.

Before coming, he went to his sister Wang Tian for help and borrowed 70 yuan to get together the full 100 yuan.

"Uncle, don't worry, I'll let Manyi take a look first."

Wang Mengde knew that he was worried, so he said something to comfort him.

Then he gestured to the little guy named Manyi to stretch out his hand and began to take his pulse.

After a few minutes and a few more questions, he had an idea.

This little guy is suffering from hepatitis B, and the condition is not mild. If it is not treated or treated improperly, it will develop into ascites in as long as half a year or as short as three months.

By then, the treatment will be much more troublesome. As for now, it may be very difficult for other doctors, but for him, it is a common disease.

Over the years, he has cured at least 800 hepatitis B patients, if not 1,000, and even hundreds of patients with ascites.

Moreover, what's more, coincidentally, the Chinese patent medicine he developed these days was just the right one for the disease.

"Uncle, I can cure Man Yi's disease. I'll go to the hospital and get him some medicine. He doesn't need to be hospitalized.

Just come here regularly for me to check on you."

Wang Mengde said with a smile when he saw the other people looking at him nervously.

"Huh, Meng De, you can cure this disease, that's great. By the way, how much does the medicine cost? Tell me a number."

Tian Dahai let out a long sigh, and then quickly prepared to take money out of his waistband.

The hundred yuan he brought was not a small amount of money. He was worried and frightened when sitting on the bus and walking on the road. He did not dare to be careless for fear of losing the money.

"Uncle, just give me one dollar and fifty cents first. I'll buy enough medicine for Manyi to last half a month. Go back and take it and see the effect.

Bring him here next weekend so I can see if he's getting better."

Wang Mengde explained.

He originally planned not to ask for money, but then he changed his mind and thought that his uncle would definitely not agree to this, so he simply collected the cost.

He will have to give this money when he goes to the pharmaceutical factory to get the medicine.

"Okay, okay, I'll do as you say."

Tian Dahai said happily.

My grandson is saved.

"Well, uncle, you guys stay here for a while. I'll go get the medicine and come back after lunch at home."

"No, no, we all brought dry food with us, so we won't bother you."

Tian Dahai waved his hand and spoke hurriedly.

After saying this, fearing that Wang Mengde might not believe him, he took out a few dark multi-grain buns from his pocket.

"It's okay. There's enough food at home. Please don't be so formal, uncle."

Before Wang Mengde could persuade him again, Wang Hao's voice came from outside.

He was just watching people playing chess in the next yard, and it was Wang Yuanchao who went over and called him back.

"Meng De, go get the medicine, and have noodles at our house at noon."

After entering the house, Wang Hao made arrangements directly.

When Wang Mengde came back on his bike, it was almost time for lunch.

At this time, He Shengnan had already prepared several seasons of noodles.

Ran Xiaomei was also busy. She was cutting mutton shreds while chatting with Wang Hao, Tian Dahai and others.

noon.

After cooking four pots of noodles in a row, more than ten people were finally full.

Especially Tian Dahai, Qin Jingru and four other people, they ate at least two and a half pots.

Each person ate at least three bowls of noodles. The shredded lamb in the noodles satisfied their cravings, and they drank a large bowl of noodle soup after eating.

Except for Qin Jingru, the other four people can only eat pure white flour food during the Chinese New Year.

In their entire lives, they had only eaten noodles made with white flour like the ones we have today a few times.

"Uncle, take this medicine back and take it on time, twice a day, morning and evening, three pills each time.

Apply this plaster to the right chest once a day for about an hour, or longer."

Seeing that they had all finished eating, Wang Mengde took out the medicine and explained it carefully.

The medicine in his hand is called Enzyme-Lowering and Negative-Converting Tablets. It was developed some time ago and was just produced by a pharmaceutical factory. It is specifically for hepatitis B.

It has the effects of protecting the liver and lowering enzymes to negative levels.

Previous clinical trials have shown that the treatment effect for hepatitis B is very good.

Especially for transaminase, there was a significant decrease after taking it for one or two months. After about half a year, many patients with mild symptoms turned negative.

After seeing off Tian Dahai and others, Wang Mengde sat in the living room, drinking tea and chatting about medical matters with Wang Hao.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise coming from the central courtyard.

(End of this chapter)